The Married With Dangerous Boy
49. The Surprising Thing

Alesha walked in the lead. While Martha glanced at the atmosphere in the classroom while on tiptoes, she wanted to ascertain whether the class had started what had not.

Alesha moved slowly. His ears were wide open while listening to the sounds coming from within. She is just like Martha, afraid of being late and afraid of missing the recipe from the first cooking lesson.

Step by step they pitched until finally their feet approached the closed door. Asha stopped, so did Martha, the girl's forehead hit Alesha's back.

Martha stroked her forehead, "It hurts, Sha!" dumbling.

Alesha glanced back. He's clucking softly. Martha's voice was torturing her head. Martha felt it was the slowest sound she had, but to Alesha, it was a painful sound because it had to be heard very close to the ear.

The girl covered her ears with both hands. Eyebrows converge. His eyes were on Martha. "Lo can't the melanin sound a little?"

"It's slow!"

"Don't smash!"

Alesha rolled her eyeballs. He looked at the half-opened door slowly.

"There's a teacher?"

"Chef Mar" said Alesha.

Martha mangosteen. "Yes that's what I mean."

"Belom, but many mothers."

"Mom-fetch? What's in here?"

"Dance training."

"Dance? How come here? It's supposed to be sanggar dong."

Alesha turned back. "Can't you?"

"No, it's a cooking class" said Martha.

"Well that's you know, yes when mothers come here to dance."

"Yes, yes, too. At best they're only here to huddle."

"Sokay know!"

"Who knows Chef who demokan action handsome," hope Martha.

"Don't expect high lo, Mar."

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Alesha and Martha were like boys in a mother's study society. They are sometimes confused, is this really a cooking class or a mother-mom gathering class?

From the right corner to the left corner all crumple up. While Alesha and Martha can only look at each other in the midst of mothers. They've been in class since ten minutes ago. Now they just have to wait for the arrival of the chef who he said was late.

"Lelet's very chef," dumel Martha moved her legs.

The two of them sat in the back seat in front of the bag locker. In front of them was a small kitchen table that had been prepared for cooking exercises like MasterChef. In addition there are materials and tools that tutoring will use today.

"Patience, you don't think he has any other activities?"

"Yes, if you already know the schedule of today's hours teaching cooking should be on time. Not very professional!"

Martha grunted in annoyance. He crossed both hands in front of his chest. He doesn't like to wait long. His feet were itching if he didn't move a bit. It was disturbing, but I didn't know what the cause was.

"Chef's coming!" yelled one of the mothers.

Alesha and Martha fixed her seat. Then they immediately stored the bags in their respective lockers after seeing the mothers in a hurry to lock the lockers and run quickly to their respective kitchen tables.

Their chest instantly shook. Suddenly they were afraid. Especially when he heard the sound of big footsteps that began to approach the door.

Alesha stopped and looked back as Martha blocked her hand. "What?" ask Alesha.

Martha's palm was sweating. Alesha also felt wet in Martha's blocked arm.

The girl held his chest. "I don't feel good, Sha?"

"Why? Lo sick?"

"Continue?"

"Gue doesn't know what to do either. pa.."

Alesha frowned. Martha's face suddenly turned pale. His eyes also widened perfectly. He looked like a ghost behind Alesha.

The girl waved her hand several times in front of Martha's eyes. But still the girl did not blink at all. Alesha is confused by Martha's sudden change in attitude.

He was afraid that the girl was possessed by a demon and became possessed to make Alesha into demonic torture.

Alesha hits Martha's arm. "Mar, wakeful!"

"A. a. a," Alesha did not understand what Martha meant if she stuttered to her.

"Lo, what's the talk? That's obvious dong!"

"A. there's.."

"What's wrong? Any ghosts?"

Martha shook her head stiffly.

"Mar, you don't kidnap me!" Alesha shook Martha's body many times.

Martha simply gave her surprised facial expression. He shook his head a few times. Then he looked at Alesha with glaring eyes.

"Sha, you have to see who he is!"

Alesha fused her brows together into one. "Him? She who?"

Martha did not answer. He held onto Alesha's shoulder then twisted Alesha's body one hundred and eighty degrees.

Alesha turned body. He looked ahead. There was a man in white robes and on his shirt was a bedge of chef hats and names.

Just like Martha. Alesha was also surprised to see who the figure in front of her was the chef for them to cook for the next three months.

His mouth was wide open. The girl did not blink at all. He then rubbed his eyes to check whether what he saw now was true or not, real or fake.

It had rubbed its eyes many times but the distinctive sharp glare from her made Alesha realize that she was really real.

"D-he..."

"G-gavin??"

Martha took a step forward juxtaposing her body to Alesha. He nodded small. "He's Gavin, Sha."

"Our chef?"

Martha nodded. "When did he become a chef?" ask Martha.

Alesha raised both her shoulders. "Gue doesn't know, what do you think I am?" sewot Alesha's.

Martha grinned the horse. Then Gavin's voice resuscitated them.

"You two please grab an apron and grab your kitchen table. After that get ready to follow my instructions."

Unlike the usual, the guy looked very firm and serious. Especially when he saw the gazes of the mothers who were staring intently at them giving a signal to immediately, Alesha and Martha were suddenly nervous.

They immediately took an apron, and ran to their place.

Gavin as a refrigerator at school is different from Gavin as the chef here. He looks more handsome in a white shirt and a white hat. His face was shining brighter. His nature also changed, like more caring around.

Perhaps because of the participants who attended the class most of the mothers, Gavin's heart turned soft.

A while later, Alesha and Martha were already at their respective tables. Gavin began to demo slowly while directing the cooking steps very calmly and orderly.

Alesha once thought that she was not Gavin, but someone else. Even so, Alesha was a little nervous because this was the first time she had taken a cooking class.

The one who gave the instructions was Gavin. Husband's enemy.

"I hope I don't make a mistake."

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