
Kamila finally came out of her room after being locked up for almost a week. A long enough time that he did during his life which is very active.
Apparently he was very comfortable living in his palace because he suddenly wanted to be a writer. He wants to write a lot about his home life that has been 3 years he lived together with Luky Firmaji.
Three bland years are then added three days in a wave of very terrible love. But in the end it crashed back into pieces that were so difficult to put back together for the second time.
It was hurt and jealousy that made him strong and determined to do many positive things. He wrote about his desire to part with Luky Firmaji and also his desire to stay in the village alone. Tens of thousands of words he has managed to scribble it in the chapters of his outpouring of heart.
No one bothered him as long as he was in the process of alienating himself from the outside world. The phone is also deactivated.
The point is that he wants to calm himself down. Only Mak Siti regularly brought him food and other necessities. While the Firmaji family left it like that to give him personal space.
But not for Luky personally. He's been like a madman. Waiting for his wife to leave the room is something that he does all the time. And only the report from Mak Siti alone that he got to give him a sense of calm.
"Mom, I want to cook" he told Mak Siti, who was busy cutting potatoes for soup. The old woman was shocked by the arrival of the owner of the house.
"Eh, Mistress. Alhamdulillah already want to go out the room apparently," said the old woman with a happy face.
"What do you want to cook?" continue with a question.
"You make a spicy chicken steak Mak" Kamila replied as she put an apron on her body. Today he will start his new life. He wanted to cook and eat what he wanted to enjoy life more.
"Well, it seems delicious, it tastes like Him," said Mak Siti with an expression that seemed very interested.
He noticed that his master was taking some ingredients and also kitchen spices such as, chicken meat, panir flour, chicken eggs, English soy sauce, black pepper powder, rice wine, olive oil, cheddar cheese, and so on, red chili, garlic, candlenut, and salt.
"I've never made a meal like this Madam. All this time just for fried chicken, hehehe," kekeh Mak Siti with a funny face.
"Well from now on you have to learn. Because I always taste good food," explained Kamila by hand began to mix fine herbs, pepper powder, English soy sauce, rice wine, and olive oil. He stirred it flat.
"Wah it turns out that Madam is talented to be a kayak master at his tivi-tivi," praised Mak Siti with a smile on her face. During this time Kamila rarely stepped on the kitchen because of her busyness with her career and work in the Company. So it is natural that Mak Siti looks amazed.
"Mom, I'm the son of a well-to-know vendor and hodgepodge in the village. So, it actually cooks a lot. But right here there's Mak Siti so I can't possibly take Mak's job, hehehe." Mak Siti smiled and nodded in agreement. Kamila also raised chicken meat that has been soaked in seasoning for 20 minutes until the seasoning seeped.
After that he sliced the chicken meat then he coated it with a sheet of cheese and he dipped it in a whipped egg. It is rolled in panir flour.
"Sir, ask for the oil to be heated first yes," Kamila asked the old woman.
"Yes, it's hot."
"Fry the chicken until cooked and dry, Mak."
"Sipp is right."
"That's why I prepared the sauce and the vegetables. I trust the chicken to be the same, Mak."
"Sipp is right." Mak Siti looked excited, because only this time someone accompanied her to cook in the kitchen. After seeing that the chicken is cooked and dry. He also dipped it.
Kamila had also finished cooking the vegetables and also made her spicy sauce.
"Make the plate please Mak."
"Well now we put chicken in this serving dish with boiled vegetables. The hot sauce can also be placed here, Mak."
"Wow, beautiful and delicious. It must be delicious," said Mak Siti with a happy face.
"Thank you Mil, this must be delicious beating the cuisine of the Restaurant." Luky Firmaji, who had been watching the two cook, grabbed the dish and brought it to him. He pulled a chair and sat down.
No matter the stare of the two women who had cooked the food. He also ate it very well.
"Mil's Oath, this is delicious. You are great, my dear." Kamila sneered. He grabbed the plate with annoyance.
"Heh, if you want to take food that person should ask dong first. Just play grab it."
"Well, can't you? how dong if I've eaten this. If you're not sincere I'll replace it with a pure dish," said Luky with a faint smile on his face.
Kamila and Mak Siti looked at each other with a grin on their faces.
"That's a good idea. Please clean the kitchen yes, I'm the same Mak want to enjoy our cooking both." Kamila said as she took off her apron and kept it in its place. He also brought two dishes containing his spicy chicken steak. He left Luky ready to wash the dishes.
"Sir, let me just yes," said Mak Siti unpleasantly. He tried to replace his master to wash the dishes.
"Mak! Please come here, we eat our creations, "call Kamila because she knows that the old woman must want to help the man wash the dishes.
"It's okay, Mama. Let me wash the dishes. The important thing is that Kamila has spoken to me is already amazing" Luky said in a low voice like a whisper.
"Ah yes Sir. But be careful, huh? Watch the plate break."
"Mom, don't insult me, yeah, well, I'm good at dishwashing, too."
"Mak! mumpung is still an angel. Let's get spit eaten. It's so good with the steak." Kamila called back because she was suspicious of the whispers of the two men.
"Okay sir, carefully wash the dishes." Once again Mak Siti warned with a serious face. He was afraid that his employer did not concentrate on washing dishes would even make a mess.
"Yes Mak. Am I Mami's son who is pure of dishes can't?"
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"Relish!" Luky shouted loudly because the dish he was washing actually fell and broke. His hand was hit by the shards and bleeding. His screams were too big to attract his wife's attention.
Kamila immediately jumped there with a worried face.
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