The Super Chef System
Cooking again?

Elisha walked in front of Raka, wearing sunglasses and a hat that covered her face. Elisha occasionally dodged away from people's gazes. Raka just shook her head looking at the vanilla-scented beautiful woman's behavior.

Elisha was about to turn left when Raka's hand pulled him in the opposite direction.

"Through here the princess sleeps! Want to get to when you duck so, can-can glass also be hit too!" raka whispered to Elisha, the distance so close that Elisha blushed.

Raka's hand continued to hold Elisha until he arrived at the car park. Elisha was stunned as they arrived in front of the black car.

"Lake in!" raka's command, "Don't get me wrong, I'm the driver ojol! It's a car to haul customers and you rent all day!"

Elisa gaped in disbelief as Raka showed the online ojek application with her name listed there.

"Hey, this is a scam! I don't have a cell phone so where can my name be there!"

Raka did not answer he reached into his pocket and pulled out another phone. Raka showed it with a big smile. "I'm smarter than you think! Come in, before you get the attention of the crowd!"

Elisha clucked in annoyance, he followed Raka's orders. The sweet young man chuckled amusedly looking at Elisha who was still bending his face. "So where are we going? To my house?"

"Yup, I have to make sure of something first before actually believing in you."

"OK, if that's what you want. We're going home!"

Elisha did not answer, he threw away his face not wanting to see Raka who mocked him. The car that Raka carried past the office building belonging to the family of Elisa, there was pain in her heart when she saw the company name that was clearly plastered there. The shadow of both parents' deaths, her murder, and Nico's disappearance set Elisha at a low point.

Alex's betrayal was very painful. Elisha took a deep breath, he now had no one and could trust no one.

"That's your office?" Raka asked to take Elisha's eyes off.

"Maybe," Elisha was still reluctant to open himself.

"I heard all your family were killed, your parents and your brother. Then you ... I don't know, miracle?" Raka asked her curiosity had arisen since seeing the news being taken down.

Elisha still refused to answer, choosing a thousand languages until they arrived at a simple house. A house with a large and beautiful yard. Elisha watched around before Raka finally broke her concentration by helping to remove the seatbelt she was wearing.

"Not down? Safe really, no one will know unless the mother is the same mbak Sri."

Elisha hesitated but then Raka pulled him out. "Do you need to use nduk as a prisoner under the custody of the prosecutor?"

Elisha looked resentfully at Raka who quipped her, "Cck, what the hell! Not funny!"

Raka giggled amusedly, he pulled Elisha's hand and invited him in. Houses with high ceilings and proper lighting it feels so cool even though it does not turn on air conditioning. The good flowing air circulation provides a sense of comfort and fresh after crashing through the hustle and bustle of the capital.

"Bun, know this ...," Raka hung up her sentence and asked Elisha to introduce himself.

"Lisa," Elisha reached out his hand slightly awkwardly.

The middle-aged beautiful lady who welcomed Raka's arrival developed a smile, "Lisa? Oh, this is what made your daughter late to pick up?"

"Yes, how else would someone mean Bun!"

Elisha blinked in disbelief, Raka's answer actually made him feel more guilty to women who still look beautiful and graceful at the age of sixty.

"Sorry Aunt, yesterday urgent."

"Oh, that's okay. But beware, your face is like a Aunt's ever seen, but where is it?"

Elisa and Raka are compact to look at each other, "Ah, aja mother who is kind enough to know!" Raka tried to distract, she stuttered.

"You know, my mother never saw it. Um, it was like …,"

"Bone! Laper raka! Not cooked yet?" Raka menukas fast.

DYING!!

Elisha was surprised by the loud voice that echoed in his head.

'Ouch, Amy! Why now!'

[Mission2: creating a two-hour lunch menu.]

'Amy, this is crazy! What's gotta be here? What am I cooking? I don't know how to cook?!'

[You should get used to it, miss. You can start by choosing the best food in the refrigerator.]

'You're such a bitch!"

[When you don't have much, ladies, you better do it now!]

"Tante, let me cook how?" Elisha with a heavy heart and a little awkward asked Anita's mother, Raka's mother.

"Cooking again? But you're .. aaaw!" Elisha had to pinch Raka's waist to be quiet.

"Help me cook again, please!" whispered Elisha with a little emphasis.

"But I'm not …,"

"Please! It's a danger of not finishing I can .. um, can …,"

Raka stared skeptically at Elisha, this girl he just met is really annoying. But seeing Elisha earnestly asking for his help Raka was devastated.

"Okay, I'll help but on one condition!"