Nackal Duda
Homemade Chicken Noodles

After the dawn prayer, I did not go to sleep as usual. I was even more interested to see Dance who was preparing breakfast.

"What are you doing?" I asked when he was busy with eggs, flour and other ingredients that I myself did not know what to do.

"I want to make chicken noodles. But I made the noodles myself. Yesterday I recorded the recipe and now it's time to practice. Coincidentally yesterday the greengrocer who passed by had chicken skin and his chicken breast as well. The intention was I wanted to for this chicken noodle for Madam Inah, but Om will tell her off so dear chicken noodle dong this? If I make a little responsibility, make a lot of it." complained Tari.

"Yaudah, love the neighbors in front of the house is the same for security. No need for the front neighbors. Security only. They also if given food like it, right?" reply indifferently.

Dance was putting the ingredients into the mixer that I was buying at the time. Apparently the mixer can also knead flour dough until it can be formed into noodles. He really wanted that mixer. It turns out to be a lot of use. Support all his curiosity about making food. It was not in vain that I bought it.

"I'm not good. The time of the nearest neighbor is not loved, while the security in front of our complex love? If, the neighbor on the right left side of us is not the WNA who returned home also does not know, when it came also does not know. Maybe Ma'am Tara and Mas Damar are our real neighbors."

"Not mind them anymore! I'm dealing with them. Not because they've betrayed my trust, from the way they live in front of the house I'm like someone else yells you know?! They want to show their happiness above my suffering. I don't like people like that. Happiness is not just for display. Happiness is felt." I said.

Dance takes the finished dough and forms it into noodles. Slamming it as if it were professional then after it was folded and pulled several times into a smaller noodle texture, He boiled it in boiling water.

Wow, that's great for him. The capture is fast. Dare to bet, this is just he learned on Youtube not long ago.

"Didn't you think of revenge for them? I'm sorry, um, I didn't mean to wet the bed. I was just curious." he said, putting the cooked noodles in a bowl that he had seasoned before.

Like a professional chicken noodle maker, a serving of chicken noodles complete with chicken, fried onions, chives and dumpling crackers are ready. Wow... My breakfast was so fancy today.

"Om while eating yes, I will follow. Let the noodles not bloom. I'm making chicken noodles for me." he said while making noodles like the first technique.

Not good at him yet, so can't make much at once. Let it. This is good enough.

I poured the bottle sauce over the noodles and stirred it. When I tasted the taste, I saluted the greatness. So yummy. Kayak noodles sold in the Mall. The noodles are also delicious because they are made directly instead of noodles sold in the market.

Before long Tari came carrying a bowl of his homemade noodles. "Where's Om? Not good?"

I held my thumb, while my mouth was engrossed in enjoying this delicious chicken noodle. "Great boy!" I said after swallowing the noodles in my mouth.

"Oh yeah? Try dance ah!" He ate his own noodles and nodded in agreement. "Yes. Tasty. Can open a chicken noodle business for me!"

"Don't! Many will love your noodles! Enough of me! You'll be busy making them forget to make me!" my nag. This is how I feel I am possessive. Can't dance-made noodles be eaten by others. Ah Agas, since when did it become like this?

"Ih Om so. If we need to share with others. If it's good don't eat alone." instead got a lecture I'm the same plain kid.

"Judah, you will share! I'm lazy to the security front. It's hot!" my word.

"Yaudah Om to the front neighbor of the house!" nego Dance.

"That's even lazier. It's hotter for me to get there!" answer me while enjoying the noodles until it runs out unceremoniously.

"You want to add more Om? Dance make it again!" Dance is more concerned with the contents in my bowl than her own bowl which she ate a little.

"No need! I'm full!"

"alright. I haven't answered the Dance question yet."

"What questions?"

"Honestly. There are. Who is not hurt to be betrayed? I became successful because I wanted to show them that I wasn't the weak man they thought I was."

"They said Om was weak? They don't know how strong Om is!" praise him while being shy. I wanted to tease him.

"How strong am I in your eyes?"

"Yes.... You can lift the gym above!" he answered while avoiding my gaze which had been fixed on him since.

"That can be set to what weight. What they mean is that I'm weak especially in bed!" I said frankly. I'm waiting for what his reaction will be like. Sure enough, his reaction was completely guessed.

"Who said? These guys are really, aren't they?! I've just reached Om's hair several times so I'm in. at...." He did not continue his words. I know He was ashamed of himself so stammered so.

"Dimasukkin's the same as mine until you sigh like that?" godaku's.

"Ohuk..uhuk..." Dance is choking. I'll get him a drink.

"Drink first!" my word. "Don't be too stubborn at the beginning uh the edges are embarrassed themselves to choke." I quipped.

Dance is calmer now. "What they say is not true. Noting yes is not true. Dance can be a witness to how strong Om is in bed!" he said with passion.

"Ha.ha... You are yes! So cute! Why do you also tear in front of them? Let's leave! I know how I am in bed too!" I laughed at his words.

"Yes too. It's just nice to be angry at them anyway! Don't you think Om hasn't answered yet, Om wants revenge against them?" tanya Dance. This child who has not been answered will continue to ask until the answer is solved.

"Honestly, I want to answer them. In addition to success yes with the popularity I in the eyes of girls. Many liked me and asked me out again." I realized the change in face of Dance who was disappointed to hear my honest words. "I'm sorry, I'm being honest. That's how I am."

"Eatya Om likes to have fun out there and also the same Mama Cici?"

"Hm... Not having fun anyway. I wanted to prove at first that I wasn't that weak. Eh over time I even like the world sparkly and difficult to escape from the world. If Cici is just to vent my needs."

"Of... Like the Cici?"

"If the physical likes. Lovely sneakers. His personality I like too. He's independent. Living alone in Jakarta makes her a strong woman."

"That means Om there's a sense of dong same Mbak Cici?" guess Dance.

"Sok knows! Liking does not mean love. I only like it because He accompanies my lonely and bad days. I like that he wants to satisfy me when his own desires are insatiable."

"meaning? Dance doesn't understand? Were you not in the bathroom at that time.... You were mutually satisfying?"

"You misunderstood. I never slept at all. He only gave me pleasure but I never united with him. If I love her, I've married her and fucked her a long time."

"But with Dance that Om doesn't love why would you fuck Dance?" trap questions. Don't get me wrong, Gas.

"Because you're my wife. I have rights and obligations to you. And vice versa. Although our household is not based on love, at least we do not hurt each other and carry out our rights and obligations." apparently my answer is not bad either. "Where are the front neighbors? Let me love you. All of you show off that this is food made by my wife who is smart to cook!"

Now the smile on his face was expanding. A small compliment but can make it happy.

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