Warm Maid
Fail again

Those happy days are enveloping the life of the Typhoon.

When the Typhoon is now much more colorful, the figure of Alia gradually increasingly open her heart to the master.

Like this morning, Typhoon was with Alia in the back kitchen. The two engaged in a new activity of cooking together.

Typhoon shows off cooking skills that have been hidden. Soto meat menu in the middle of the concoction with the lover.

Alia who is not skilled about the trade is only an assistant to the kitchen chef.

"Begging for bay leaves." orders Typhoon with his hands up waiting while one hand stirring the barrel on the pan.

Alia quickly looked for the leaves that the master meant. But he was confused by the leaves in plastic shopping.

"Where are the bay leaves of Alia.." pinta Typhoon while stirring the delicate seasoning that is being sauteed.

"Ah, yes mas briefly." said Alia by weighing between 3 leaves in her hand.

Alia's forehead is confused between the three leaves that are both green but have different shapes.

"Oh, which one is the bay leaf anyway??" alia asked her who was completely blind to the spice.

"Alia?" summon the Typhoon for the third time with a glance.

Hearing her name called, Alia immediately brought the three leaves in her hand to the master.

"This is mas" cried Alia by placing it on the hand of the master who had been waiting.

And without looking at the three leaves in his hand, Typhoon directly put the leaves into the stir frying pan.

But when the three leaves were perfectly wrapped in the writing, Typhoon's face was shocked.

"Geez Alia, what are these leaves?" ask the Typhoon who suddenly pulled the leaves he knew instead of the bay leaves.

Alia hesitates.

"Don't know." answered Alia innocently.

"Loh?? you don't know what leaves are?" ask Typhoon wonder.

Alia reflex shakes.

Typhoon surprised.

"This is Alia's basil.."

"Ooohh, basil.."

Typhoon sighed and threw away the leaves that had been mixed with spices and looked for the bay leaves he needed. He did not take long to find leaves that became additional spices in the stir fry.

"This is just the name of the bay leaf." pointed Typhoon at Alia, then the leaves he washed and just put into the almost mature stir-fry.

"Ooh" Alia could only answer O roundly and just nod her head.

The typhoon re-stirred the stir-fry and shortly turned off the stove fire.

Clek.the stove knob is dead and fragrant the aroma of the sauteed so fragrant.

"Hmmm, really fragrant mas.so laper"

Typhoon listened with pleasure to Alia's praise.

"Prophey, we put the coconut milk first, then cook until the boil just so the sotoya.." explained Typhoon by taking a pot from the kitchen shelf cabinet.

Typhoons do very well. Alia felt a little bad, she became less likely to see a Typhoon that is so smart in the kitchen business.

"How can I cook anyway??" ask Alia.

The typhoon turned its head for a moment and refocused when it put the pan on the stove and started a moderate fire.

"Mas used to help sell at one of the restaurants in the field." said Typhoon half-remembered.

Alia listened while looking at the activity of the Typhoon that put water and a few small boxes of instant kara coconut milk into the pot.

"Mas is not a smart student, it is clear there is no scholarship for college.so to pay for college money mas so kitchen workers in the field restaurant.." obviously Typhoon by grabbing one of the napkins and wiping his slightly wet hands.

Alia looks stunned.

"From the dishwasher, long believed in perdapuran.yaa start peeled onions, potatoes, clean meat even chicken also Mas did at that time.." remember the Typhoon with a knotty smile wearing the struggle of his college mas first.

"Keep.."

"Hmm, after that.. Mas often see the cooks, because too often see, over time so memorize all the spices.. "

"Waaah.." amazed Alia unknowingly.

"But. yaa not all either. kayak rendang mas can not. because the spice is a bit complicated and the process is long, different from other dishes.." continued Typhoon.

And that speech invited Alia's smile.

"Great dong. yaa at least mas can cook. whereas Alia, let's not cook kitchen spices Alia does not know.." said Alia a little moody.

Typhoon smiling small.

"How can you.." replied the Typhoon consolingly. " You only need hours of flying, you have to cook often. later also can." said Typhoon by staring at the gloomy face of Alia.

"But..".

The typhoon sighed then he pulled Alia to come closer with him.

Alia surprised.

Then unexpectedly Typhoon turned Alia's body to face the pot on the stove. And one hand led Alia's hand to hold the kuah and together stirred the soto sauce.

Alia's body reacted, she could feel the Typhoon's breath beside her face.

"All life processes need what is called learning.whatever it takes hours to fly until it can, fail to succeed it must happen.. then start from the easy thing and then go up to a more challenging step." said Typhoon while guiding Alia's hand stirring soto soup that began to feel the hot steam.

Alia was stunned to hear the words of the master that were so meaningful.

"No one can't, if you want to start then do it without a doubt.and mas will be here your temenin" whispered Typhoon at the temple of Alia's face.

Deg.deg.Alia's heartbeat is getting out of control. For a moment the two were silent by continuing to stir the soto sauce that looks will start to boil.

"Wanna try??" suddenly Whispered Typhoon.

"Huh??" Alia intercepted in shock and turned to the face of the Typhoon until the distance of the face of the employer and himself following close.

And unexpectedly the gazes of the two met.

"What??" alia's hesitating.

The typhoon slightly smirked a little.

"Why surprised??"

Alia was misbehaved with her entanglement.

"Ah. hm.." Alia seemed to be puzzled by her own answer.

But unexpectedly, the hand of Typhoon that is linked with the hand of Alia, carrying a little soto sauce on the centong and put it on the palm of the free Typhoon.

Alia surprised.

"Mas?? it's hot" Alia said worriedly.

But unexpectedly Typhoon even blew on the soto sauce that was in his palm and soon gave before Alia.

"Try it, it's definitely not the taste of the sotonya" exclaimed Typhoon on Alia.

Alia doubtful. But slowly his lips touched the palm of the Master's hand and licked the magic that was in the palm of the Typhoon.

Slupppps..

And a few seconds Alia's face turned in amazement.

"Well, good"

Typhoon smiles with relief.

"Thank God you like it.."

Alia smiled happily.

For a moment the gazes of the two met each other with meaningful pancara.

Typhoon swallowed his saliva doubtfully, there was something that prompted his desire when he looked at the happy face of Alia.

"Hm, then Alia grab the bowl huh.." cried Alia who was suddenly awkward and was about to escape from the Typhoon.

"Wait." said the Typhoon.

Alia looked at the Typhoon.

"There's still nothing lacking." said Typhoon quickly turned off the stove fire and looked back at Alia.

"What??" alia asked confused.

The typhoon smiled slightly then slowly pulled back Alia and locked the woman's body in her embrace.

Degs.. Alia surprised.

"Bag.."

"It looks like mas also has to taste the taste of the sotonya before the dish right.."

Alia's forehead was linked with restless lips as the Typhoon's breath approached.

And before long, the man ended up dropping one spontaneous kiss on Alia's ranum lips.

Cup..

Alia's eyes spontaneously brushed melek exposed the spontaneous kiss.

And Typhoon smiled again at the distance of the lips so close to Alia's lips.

"Hmm, it feels right." whispered the Typhoon who finally kissed Alia's lips inside.

Alia couldn't resist, the kiss of Typhoon was so eager. Until provoking Alia's instinct to reciprocate Typhoon's lips pampering him.

Typhoon fingers infiltrated Alia's waist and pushed her body away from the side of the stove. Until finally resting on the kitchen wall with a deep smelling cloth.

"Sukmas!!" suddenly a call came from Typhoon's mother.

The kiss stopped with the breaths of the two roaring at each other.

"Mother!!" whispered Alia with a stare at the disappointed face of the Typhoon.

"Hm, yes." said Typhoon who slowly tried to control himself.

"Sukma" called Typhoon's mother back with the sound of footsteps approaching.

Typhoon away.

"Alia, look at mom.."

"Hm." said the Typhoon with a nod.

Alia passed by leaving the master who looked a little disappointed because the intimacy of the two was disturbed.

After Alia left, the Typhoon turned moody.

"Ah, mother.. make a disturbance.." rutu Typhoon with a sullen face like an ABG child who failed to enjoy his romantic moment.