Warm Maid
I'm afraid to go in the house

Along the way home the Typhoon thought of his superior.

"Search answers??" johan said at the time.

"Ck.. want to find out how??" rutu Typhoon let out a long sigh while doing his car towards the road home.

Along the way home, some traders were peddling food on their shelves. On some shelves there are queues and crowds.

Typhoon took a quick look and read the name of the sticker on the sales shelf on the roadside.

"Piscok sense of love" muttered the inner Typhoon. Soon he saw the name of the sticker again in no other sale.

"Bakso cilok.love the location" he repeated the reading in amazement. Then shook his head when reading the absurd names of the hawker.

And lastly he saw another shelf of snacks.

"Martabak Raja." he said reading. And somehow he was curious until finally he slowed down the speed of the car by slowly pulling over on the side of the road.

Soon he parked his sedan and unbuckled his seatbelt and got off.

Typhoon runs towards the Raja martabak hawker rack.

"Sore mas, what message do you want??" ask one of the men with a smiling face.

"What menu is there??" ask Typhoon. Before long the man gave a menu list on Typhoon.

Typhoon grabbed and began to read one by one the writing on the paper that has been coated with plastic.

The eye of the Typhoon was stunned.

"Martabak concubine?? Martabak princess." he said alternately.

The seller was smiling when he saw the shocked face of the buyer.

"Yes mas, the name of our martabak is King. the menu must match. there is a concubine 1 brown. concubine 2 cheese. concubine 3 srikaya.cubine 4 missi.."

Typhoon nodded.

"Creative as well." slurping Typhoon with a small laugh.

The seller slightly blushed in embarrassment at the Typhoon's praise.

"But if you want something special there can also be a queen's martabak.."

"An empress?"

"Yes, empress, it's rather complete.."

"Ooh.."

"Do you want more martabak?? it's called the martabak queen.."

"Huh? Queen??"

The salesman chuckled at the Typhoon's expression of shock.

"Yes mas, martabak Ratu.cuma rather expensive.."

Typhoon fists in wonder.

"Why?"

"Because martabak Ratu bahanya different mas, he is premium ingredients.not ordinary butter, ingredients ancor and mozzarella cheese are also expensive.in contrast to martabak concubine and empress"

"Ooh.."

"Because the Queen is synonymous with expensive things instead of using cheap things, she is special.all materials we use premium.."

Typhoon mangut-mangut trying to understand.

"So that martabak Raja?? what's that about??"

"Sorry mas, martabak Raja does not exist." replied the seller quickly.

"Loh?? how come there isn't?? said martabak Raja??" ask the astonished Typhoon.

The seller smiled wryly.

"Yes, because the mas itself is the king.. "

"The buyer's motto is King.. And the mas is the King who is free to decide on the taste of the mas to choose the Queen's menu, the Empress or concubine." replied the seller as is.

The Typhoon laughed. He did not expect to get such a curious answer from the seller.

"So the king wants to choose what menu??"

Typhoon chuckled amusedly, but his gaze again looked at the menu list and then thought for a moment with the mind fixed on the figure of the Queen who hid inside her house, Alia.

"Hmm, I'll just choose the Queen.."

"OKAY.."

The cyclone looked at the seller.

"Please make it special and best for my Queen." replied Typhoon imitating the style of the King.

The seller also returned a small smile, then swiftly did his work again.

***

And 35 minutes later, the Typhoon luxury sedan finally arrived at the front door of his garage. He came down with a happy face with 2 plastic warm and fragrant Queen martabak in his hand.

Typhoon steps so lightly towards his front house. And almost a few steps he arrived at the door. Suddenly the door opened.

The Typhoon stopped.

"Welcome to Typhoon.." welcome Alia with a sparkling face.

Degs.. Typhoon fixated. And before long the figure of the Typhoon's mother was also a small smile welcoming the child.

"You guys??" exciting Typhoon.

Alia smiling.

"Today, I'm really excited to go home, I even took a bath" Alia explained.

"Ooh.." Typhoon could only smile wryly, he thought Alia was indeed deliberately waiting for him.

"Hhmmm, very fragrant." said Alia smelled the smell of food that was so intercepting.

Typhoon aware.

"Oh, yes. This is my take home.."

Alia sparkles.

"Oyeah?? way fun.." cheers Alia on the Typhoon Mother.

"Here, I brought martabak home." explained Typhoon by giving it to Alia.

"Martabak??"

"Heem. martabak Ra.." said the hanging Typhoon.

Alia sniffed waiting for the speech of the truncated Typhoon.

"Martabak Bangka sweet.."

"Oooh.must be good nie, from the smell to the kiss" cried Alia. "Look yuk buk, mas Typhoon bring good food nie.." invite Alia to the mother Typhoon.

The two women of different generations finally entered together. And left the Typhoon still in its position by looking at Alia who passed.

But soon Alia realized.

"Loh, mas... Come on in. oia, would you like Alia ready for coffee??" bargain Alia by looking at the master who was still standing outside the house.

Typhoon aware.

"Oh. oh okay.. I want to" answered Typhoon quickly.

At first glance Alia looks very sweet smile on Typhoon

Deg. and it succeeded in making Typhoon amazed.

Slowly the Typhoon let out a long breath.

"Oh my God, I've been afraid to go into my own house for a long time!!" the Cyclone's inner rut that cursed him because he could not talk his heart pounding when he saw Alia.