USTADZ
37. Shahla Cuisine

Sundays, and Syahla who has been struggling in the kitchen since the morning is a rare sight. The girl looked seriously at the cooking tutorial of her phone, while both hands followed clumsily.

"Add enough sugar" Shahla followed the cook's tutor before holding her head in frustration. "How much is that enough?"

In the end, Syahla poured spices according to his instincts only.

"As long as it is, it doesn't matter, right?" so much his determination amused himself. Once one menu is finished, Syahla immediately switches to the next menu.

Ustadz Amar opened the apartment door in a hurry. As usual, every Sunday he always took the time to exercise even though just running around the complex. At this time his hasty arrival was due to a strange smell from his apartment unit.

"Wife? What was? Any fires?" Tanya Ustadz Amar panicked. He immediately approached his wife who was busy in the kitchen and was amazed to see the state of the kitchen that was like a broken ship.

"Roved wife?" asked Ustadz Amar who actually he was pointing at himself, because he was so unreliable. "Why do you suddenly want to cook? What was? Is the apocalypse near?"

Shahla glanced at her husband with an annoyed look. "What hell! Very cute, huh! I just want to do my job as a wife!"

Ustadz Amar nodded his head while looking at the entire kitchen that was no longer formed kitchen. "What are you cooking up like this?"

"Tuh, there's capcay, kale, fried tempeh, and now I'm fried fish!"

Ustadz Amar shuddered in horror at the very apprehensive state of the fish on the frying pan. The color is very black and the smell of burning out in all corners of the room.

"The flame, "" Ustadz Amar moved around the knob of the gas stove. "Can I help you, right?"

"Well, it's done, anyway" Shahla turned her head around looking around. "But if you want to help clean up, too, can be,"

"OK..." Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. Where should he start cleaning up that super messy kitchen?

Fifteen minutes later, the kitchen was back as clean as ever. Ustadz Amar laid his body on the cold floor. Sweat drenches throughout the body. Cleaning the kitchen of his wife's mess was more tiring than running around the complex ten times.

"Om Husband," Shahla sat crouching and looked at her husband's face. "Let's get up, take a shower. After this we have breakfast together,"

Ustadz Amar opened his eyes, and Shahla's face became the first he saw. Ustadz Amar smiled, his fatigue suddenly disappearing instantly. He reached his hand up and grabbed the wife's cheek.

"Thank you, good wife,"

Syahla smile. "Thank you too, good husband,"

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After the bath, Syahla and Ustadz Amar sat face to face on the dining table chair. Various foods from Syahla cuisine neatly arranged in front of them. Even though the fried fish had blackened, at least the other food was still worth a look.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," Ustadz Amar prayed first before taking his first bribe. The first tasted menu is capcay, which is a mixture of foods such as carrots, cauliflower, mushrooms, and others. This time Syahla also added meatballs that were divided into two to add delicious cuisine.

Ustadz Amar's tongue immediately burned when the food touched his taste buds. "Heups! Pedes!" He shouted as his hand reached for a drink. With swiftness, Syahla immediately poured water into the glass and she handed it to her husband.

"It's a bicycle, huh?" Syahla tasted the results of his own cooking and immediately melted the food. "Kok can get really bad, anyway?"

Syahla opened the phone and looked for a video tutorial for the capcay menu that he had followed. After reading it carefully, Syahla grimaced. "Ah, pantesa... It's a menu for ten people,"

Ustadz Amar could only gawk at the wife's explanation.

Ustadz Amar according to although his tongue still feels numb because of the unnatural spicy taste. With doubt, he scoops the vegetable kale made by the wife and he feeds it to his mouth.

Ustadz Amar scrunched his forehead as a grain of salt chewed in his mouth. But he chose not to comment for fear that Syahla would feel disappointed.

"Enak right?" Shahla asked enthusiastically. He then scoops the vegetable and eats it with confidence. "If it's just kale, I pinter!"

"Geek!" It had not been five seconds since her offering, Syahla had already spewed out her food. "What's this? Why so salty!"

Ustadz Amar smelled a smile at the reaction of his wife. "Enak right?"

Syahla grabs the kale plate from the dining table with pouting lips. "Not good!"

"Eh, where are you going? Herein, let me eat," Ustadz Amar recaptured the vegetable plate. "No papa, his name is also learning. Next time if cooking the salt is kneaded first let it be smooth. Or if it's hard, just buy some fine salt,"

Shahla nodded her head. "I think salt can melt on its own when it's in fire,"

"Where's your good IPA?" Ustadz Amar gently nudged Shahla's forehead. "At least the fried tempeh is delicious, too,"

Syahla smiled again, hearing the praise no how from her husband. "Thank you husband,"

"Sama-sama," Ustadz Amar smiled widely.

While chatting, the apartment doorbell rang. Syahla and Ustadz Amar turned their heads.

"Have my package arrived?" Ustadz Amar checked his phone. "It should have been sent today anyway,"

"I'm the only one open" Shahla went ahead of Ustadz Amar. "Om Husband eat only,"

Ustadz Amar finally sat his butt back on the chair, and Shahla stepped foot to open the door.

"A package huh Mas?" Syahla asked a courier who was standing at the door of the apartment. "What's the name?"

"Syahla," answered the courier, handing him a large box and handing him a piece of paper. "Please sign here first,"

"I?" Shahla felt disbelief. He checked the name of the recipient of the package and it turned out that his name was right there. Despite the confusion, Syahla still accepted the item and signed the proof of delivery.

"My package, right?" Ustadz asked Amar when his wife came in. Syahla shook her head while showing the package box in her hand.

"It's for me, but I don't feel any message, anyway,"

"Oh, maybe a shipment from Umi?" Guess Ustadz Amar. "If the curiosity is opened, the name of the recipient is you."

Syahla. He then tore off the plastic that wrapped the box using scissors. Once open, there appears a teddy bear with greeting cards in it.

...Hopefully this doll can remind Lu to the Cave continue yes, Dek Lala ^_^...

...Greetings Dear, Rama Aditia♡...