Two Men
Cooking fried rice

Tomorrow too comes. Radit's still home. He spent time with his mother all day. His intention to have dinner with the two families was destroyed because Kania's parents went to an event. Doesn't matter. Maybe now is not the right time.

Radit sat on the porch this afternoon. At four o'clock he will leave town again. Surely leave Kania and all the calm here. Like it or not, he needs to accept it.

"Darling!" call Bu Wati from the inside. The sound of the middle-aged woman's footsteps was also heard approaching her son. As soon as he got outside the door said again, "Please love this to Aunt Lala, yes. He said he'd wear it later in the afternoon."

A cake mold. Maybe about four of them are in the hands of their parents.

Radit turned his head and said, "Now, Bun?" Stand up. Facing bundanya.

"If only next year, son."

Radit chuckles amusedly. "This mother can. Yes, I would." Take the mold. "If next year the Kania hunt becomes a ghost." Moving away.

Ms. Wati was not surprised at all. It's mundane. Think of it as a guyonan. "That kid. Sometimes I can't believe she's an adult. God, the smart boy." Bu Wati stared at the passing of her son.

Radit walked out the gate. Walk slightly to the right side and meet the security guard of Kania's house.

"Den Radit, what's that?" ask security.

Radit stops. Lifting the pan in his hand. "Custom, Sir. Mother's deposit for Aunt."

"Sip, Den." Satpam thumbs up.

Radit passed through the gate of the house of Kania. The atmosphere of the yard is already calm and peaceful. Obviously inside it will feel calm.

Since yesterday's incident, he hasn't met Kania himself. It seems the woman was a little angry. However, he himself moved according to circumstances. Jealous also saw the closeness of Rangga with his childhood friend. Getting used to everywhere together, would obviously give rise to that sense.

Radit's at the door. Poking the bell for other guests. Once, twice, even three times. There was no answer from inside. Radit waited until Adit came to open the door.

"Eh, Brother Radit. I guess who," he said.

Radit watched Adit's crying eyes. Did something happen? Seems like. "You're crying, Dek?"

Adit shook his head quickly. "No, Brother." Just ordinary feeling.

"Those tears are sullen."

Adit. "Ah, this, yes." His hand wiped the right corner of the eye. "His cut the shallots told Kak Kania. That big sister's sister sometimes messes up!"

Radit laughed a little. "What are you cooking again?"

"It's fried rice, but I don't know. Brother had to be alone if my sister can not cook. The kitchen is like a broken ship, furniture here and there. Dizziness." Adit patted the forehead for signs of dizziness.

"Yes, just bring this. Let's have a big brother" Radit said. The prints were handed over to Adit. He just went in through Adit. Keep walking towards the kitchen. Hearing the noise that must have come from the activities carried out by Kania.

Justright. Radit's eyes were immediately treated to the view of the outside perishing. There are lots of furniture everywhere. Not including vegetables and food that is out of place.

"Astag." Radit stroking chest. Wonder.

"It's whatever the spice is, yeah. It doesn't feel good" Kania said to herself. Intending to develop the ability to cook, the woman made this room feel like a ship broke. If anyone else sees, it will be obvious.

"If you make, really, delicious. The feeling of the roof is the same." There was a sigh of resignation from the woman. It pulled Radit closer. Maybe I need first aid, he thought.

With a quick movement Radit held the cutil that was in the hands of Kania. His position is now in the hands of the woman. "Would you like cooking or war?" whisky Radit.

"It's just fried rice, Nia," Radit said.

Kania tried to neutralize herself. Calms the heart to keep it safe and able to move according to circumstances. It doesn't taste good.

"Yes, I know" replied Kania.

Radit let go of his hand. Move to the right side and say, "You gave me any spice?"

Kania is still struggling with herself. The state of self is not completely stable. It needs to calm down for longer. This is crazy!"

Radit quickly picked up a spoon at the dinner table. Tasting the taste of fried rice that turns out to be salty is amazing. "Astag." He spewed straight into the sink. "How much salt do you use, Nia?"

"Two." With a sinless face Kania answered.

Radit's two eyeballs are perfectly rounded. Just deserve. It is not food, but poison. Can stomach pain that takes it.

Radit gargles after removing all food. It doesn't taste good. "You can make people sick. Don't be too much. Half a small spoon, enough."

Kania turned off the stove. Her face is sad. Apparently he was still inferior to Radit in cooking knowledge. Maybe because the man was very happy to be in the kitchen, while he himself was not happy since childhood.

"Would you like some fried rice?" Radit approached Kania again. Gaze at the face of the woman who bowed lethargic. Poor too. "If so let me teach you how to make the most delicious fried rice."

Automatic lifting of head. Pleased. His eyes twinkled as if getting durian collapsed. "Do you really want to?" Putting on a face as sweet as possible.

"For the sake of your stomach and Adit's safety, I want to teach you. It could hurt your stomach if you eat this."

Also true. Kania can't deny that. "Yes, this is a waste, yes. Actually, love also if you throw away food. There are so many people out there who can't eat. But ...." Kania can't continue the sentence. Given how some of the people he met on the street were hungry without food.

Radit. "I know, but this if eaten even became boomerang. We make new and good."

Kania agrees. The rice was thrown into the trash. A little bit of smell too.

Radit began to concoct seasonings such as onions, garlic and chili. Kania looked carefully. To the left of Radit who is now wearing an apron.

"Well, if you wear this, it's delicious" Radit said.

Kania nodded. Observing without much talking. Finally, he decided to cut the sausage. One of the complementary ingredients. When the fifth slice, accidentally his finger hit the sharp blade. Blood out. "God."

Radit who was busy dealing with spices was immediately approaching. Take that bloody right finger, then look for tissue to clog the blood. "This is what always makes me think you go to the kitchen. You are careless. Look it!" Unknowingly the man raised his voice in panic over Kania's state.

"Silver, Dit," Kania fights.

Radit moves in search of a medicine box. Find it in the right closet. Look for red drugs or other things that can help Kania.

"Yet," said Radit.

As soon as possible Radit treat Kania fingers painstakingly. He even told his friend to sit in the chair first. "Don't move. I'll take medicine first."

Cania's hand came into contact with Radit's. Feels comfortable. This may be wrong, but Radit's attention to Kania melts it all down. What this man is doing is just helping him out of pain.

Radit attaches the handplas to the wound. Before it is cleaned first. "Don't worry about it. At least you can take care of yourself."