Dusk Sky
Online Classes

The smile on Baskara's lips expands when a message notification comes in when he just finished taking a night shower.

Spoiled Boy: Why does it feel like this?

Spoiled Boy: Temen me to vomit 😭

Baskara grew increasingly chuckled at the crying emot in the last message. It was indeed what the girl added in the cooking until her friend could vomit like that.

Me : Have you followed my recipe yet?

It did not take long for a reply message from Dusk to enter on his phone. It seemed that the girl was already looking forward to a reply from him. Evidently from the message that the girl immediately read.

The Manja Boy: Uda! do you really give me the recipe? You don't know me, do you?!

There is an attachment to the image that Dusk sent. Contains a photo of the girl's cooking that he said tastes bad and makes his friend vomit.

Baskara immediately chuckled at the look of the cuisine that Dusk made. Her friend could vomit. It's just like that.

Lazy to write a reply. Baskara chose to directly contact Dusk, so that he could also wear his clothes.

"Lo really don't give me a recipe!" the loud sound of Dusk filled his room as Baskara used a loadspeaker mode.

"I should have asked. Don't follow my recipe? Capcay's cooking time is so gosong." Baskara finished wearing her color pants and a plain white t-shirt wrapped her body for her sleep tonight.

"Don't laugh!" twilight screeches when he hears Baskara chuckling.

"Sories.. Abis was surprised. You can't cook. But you could be about before the food lo gosong."

"Yes you don't give writing how long until it can be called mature." grumbled Dusk. Baskara could imagine the lips of the girl who must be middle manyun when talking.

"Yes, you know it's a vegetable. So don't take it long let's not scorch. Enough old chicken let me mateng."

"So change in?" ask Dusk in shock. "Gue go in all the ingredients together. So the vegetables are burnt even though the chicken is not really." story Dusk innocently.

Baskara was back to laughing. He could not help but laugh at the words of his best friend. How can there be a girl who can't cook like Dusk. Even separating out which materials to start with he didn't know.

"Oh my God, Ja. I gave you the order. From the beginning of chicken first, meatballs, vegetables are hard new vegetables that are flat-ripe. Why are you interfering with that?"

The twilight grew even more upset when Baskara kept laughing at him. This is the first time he has cooked. So it's only natural that the results are like this.

Let alone cooking. In the kitchen, he never. His mother was busy in the hospital. Very rarely does a Tiara cook except holidays. It also never invited Dusk to cook together. So all this time Dusk has really never seen anyone cook. So Dusk really does not know if cooking it should put the hard ingredients first before the easy ingredients ripen.

"I told you I can't cook! I just want to fill my refrigerator with vegetables! and now you're failing me, not helping me! what kind of a guy are you?!" sumpul Dusk was upset at Baskara. Just this afternoon he was flattered by the young man's treatment. Now it's pissed off. Baskara was his best friend.

"Sories.. Sory's.." Baskara tried to control herself to stop laughing before Dusk was really angry at her. "From tomorrow, every cook, I'll take Videocall. Whenever I'm no longer in class, I pick up. Consider it an online class."

Dusk also follows all the advice Baskara gives in cooking. And the more days the results of the cooking there is more development. From the initially charred, to no longer charred but too sweet or too salty. Until now, the food can be for him to enjoy. On the fifth day of the online cooking class with Baskara, is the day where the cuisine can be called delicious even though it can not be called great.

"Just tomorrow you'll have to try my mask. It's delicious, Bas! Bener, deh." exclaimed Dusk eagerly enjoying his dinner. That night Dusk chose to cook Grilled Chicken. Of course with the help of Baskara who led him. This afternoon the pasta also managed to make with a taste that is quite suitable on his tongue although not as good as the pasta made by Baskara last week.

Baskara chuckled little to hear how excited the girl wanted to cook for her. "Nawarin's sok-sokan. Cook is still being helped." he sneered.

"Let's weeee." Dusk slid his tongue towards the screen of the phone where Baskara's face was seen there. "Its importance is good."

"Yes, the masakin that you can do. But without my help." challenge Baskara.

Dusk that does not like to be challenged of course immediately undertakes. "OKAY. Who's afraid."

Baskara always laughs at the behavior of Dusk that increasingly looks adorable for him. If only he was currently near that girl. Surely his hands have itched to wipe the girl's hair and scramble it to a mess that will make Dusk annoyed and increasingly look adorable in his eyes.

"What would I want to be there?" god Baskara again. "Something seems to have objected to me coming there every weekend."

Dusk clucked lazily. "If you don't want to come. I can do my own shopping."

"Yes.. Ja.. Beauitiful... Tomorrow I'm there." Baskara used to call her beautiful. Although it used to look tomboyish and far from the word laminin. But why when he heard the beautiful words Baskara said to him, his heart was pounding.

"Hm." Dusk only retaliates with dehumanization. Lazy seduced by his best friend.

"For a week you're not playing for the club anymore, are you?" Baskara forgot not to monitor the activities of Dusk. He focused too much on his cooking lessons.

"No. I just went for a walk with Maureen. It was also late afternoon at home." why now Dusk felt like he was reporting his activities to a possessive lover.

The girl chuckled to herself inwardly. Never been dating just no. Maybe he feels like that.

"So, you lied to me! I report nyokap lo, let you be brought back to Jakarta."

The twilight came back. "Bawel me! I am not playing in that place anymore! I want to come to NY Fashion Week tomorrow. If you don't like it, don't come. Pity if you are alone in the apartment. I can walk with Maureen." explained Dusk at length.

"Tomorrow just like me. I have never been to such a place."

Dusk nodded in agreement and allowed Baskara to cook and have dinner. The young man was too busy taking care of it every night until Baskara's dinner was always late because it came first.

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Thanks for all forms of support.. But where are you? how his like down huhuhu