Anime: An Eternal Story

The melee cooking fried rice

"GET BAD YOU TWO ARE HERE WITHOUT INVOLVING US!"

Aryanaka and Zianna compact jumped in shock.

Aryanaka reflexes stroked her chest, while Zianna massaged her temples after being surprised to hear Keylara's loud screams. The girl casually opened the door of the rooftop using full force.

Zianna was worried that the door might be broken by Keylara.

Keylara came to these two men. Followed by Kevandra and Zio behind him.

Ah Zio, though Keylara never intended to take her. But no matter what bad luck, after Keylara said that he wanted to find Zianna, Zio immediately followed him everywhere. He said he wanted to come.

Really, Keylara does not understand, Zianna's attraction is as big as anything?

Aryanaka grunted to see Zio approaching Zianna by displaying a rancid facial expression that somehow looks very annoying in the eyes of Aryanaka.

"Where are you sitting, Lo?" Aryanaka asked with concern when Zio really approached Zianna.

Oh no, he started to regret not sitting with Zianna earlier. The bench that Zianna occupied was now one place left. Zio will be sitting there.

Zio put on his songong look when his body will be sitting next to Zianna.

Aryanaka's eyes sharpened to look at Zio full of warning, "Lo don't have to sit there ya anjir!"

Zio's chin was raised haughtily, "this bench has ancestor lo?"

Zianna sighed to hear the prologue of the debate, raising her hand to stop Aryanaka's open mouth from retaliating.

"Yo, Lo if you want to sit here just sit down. I want to move there." Zianna said peacefully by pointing to a bench beside Keylara that had been occupied by Kevandra.

"Kev, Lo moved here. Let me be there."

There is no other way for Kevandra than to obey. Although he had to stay away from his girlfriend, but it was better than seeing the third world war here.

Zio looked sadly at Zianna who was moving away from him. His face faded, replaced with a languid look. Zio thought, is the charm really expired until Zianna was not entangled at all?

A pat from Kevandra landed on his shoulder, "Patient bro, from the beginning Lo has already lost."

Goddammit! Zio's in the heart.

"If you don't take his heart, take his wisdom." Keylara's advice is smart-ass with a laughing look.

Zio snorted, "did I look rich looking a desperate person? If I don't get his heart, I take his heart. I sold them to the black market. I'm anti-loss." Zio said with a annoyed tone.

Instantly the horror gazes of the four people who were there were centered on him, making zio creep. "Gue is joking! Does my face look criminal rich?!" Sewot.

Keylara looked at Zio in horror, "Gue believes more in the truth, Lo is a cycopath, Yo."

"Dogs!"

***

"Eh, I'm laper. But I'm going down to the cafeteria." Tapping Zio while stroking her stomach.

The four others who were focusing on the material they were studying then raised their heads to look at Zio. Zio's eyes twitched to see how Aryanaka looked at him.

I swear to God, Aryanaka's gaze this time was far more frightening than the cycopaths in the action films he often watched.

Zianna sighed, then took care of her study equipment and put it in a bag. Making his friends including Aryanaka frown.

"Key, Lo has a number mbak canteen selling pecel right?"

Keylara nodded, "Have it."

"The agent, get nganterin here." Tell Zianna to make Zio happy because she feels noticed.

Zianna was hungry too. That's why he wanted a message. Not because I want to respond to Zio.

Another case with Aryanaka's darkened face. His eyebrows swooped in misunderstanding. Unfortunately he also thought that Zianna was paying attention to Zio.

Keylara nodded, coincidentally he was also a little hungry. Pecel was good enough to stuff his stomach.

Zianna walked over to Aryanaka's place. Zianna's hand moved through Aryanaka's books and put them in the boy's bag, "We'll eat first. It's time for a second break." He said but was not responded to by Aryanaka.

Aryanaka was silent with an already murky face. Zianna has not noticed it.

Zianna remembered something, pointing at Keylara who was typing, "The one should not be wedged." His message.

Replied with Keylara rounding the index finger and thumb as a 'okay' symbol'.

Zianna turned her head to look at Aryanaka, "Sori, yes. Forgot that." His word. But he frowned when he saw the look on Aryanaka's face that looked badmood. "Why?" Ask.

Zio whose mood has become very good and messy himself has been rebuking since, "Kebelet boker tuh time!" Excitement with origin. Aryanaka looked at him sharply.

"What Lo?!" Zio cried defiantly, "to eat pecel is not dipedesin aja sok yes!"

Aryanaka's lips twitched in restraining emotions.

What does that mean?!

He almost hit Zio, but was immediately stopped by Zianna sitting next to him, "Udah, no need to respond. Stress yourself."

Aryanaka grunting. Turning his face the other way reluctantly looked at Zianna.

Of course Zianna was astonished, "why, anyway?"

Aryanaka. But strangely his face remained reluctant to look at Zianna.

"Lo don't want pecel? Want another dipesenin?" Ask Zianna nicely. Please, yeah, guys. Zianna is not that kind of person. So, well understand it.

Again Aryanaka just shook his head. Making Zio sneer at him, "Lebay is so good! Jealousy to say. Envy you're the same as me?"

Aryanaka clucked, turning to look at zio with a hostile look, "Lo diem ya asu!"

Zianna breathed tired. If with Zio, Aryanaka would spit out harsh words that he rarely let out of that sort. If it's with Alshad, the feeling isn't as severe as this. I don't know this is because zio is a bad influence, or indeed this is one of Aryanaka's hidden identity.

***

Aryanaka changed her school uniform with a casual wear. Walk towards the kitchen while playing the phone. Checking, how the company's current statistics. Because, lately he may rarely take care of it because it will face PAT next week.

Aryanaka opened the refrigerator door and took cold water from there. Pour it into a glass and drink it to the toilet.

Snippy.

But what does it matter?

Suddenly the phone he was holding clanked. Showing someone's WhatsApp non-titations.

//Anna of the send a picture

Aryanaka became as bright as the sun. Open the non-tification immediately.

There it is shown that Zianna sent a photo of the ingredients. There are eggs, chicken milk, sausage, rice, and many other spices.

Again, the phone clinks, featuring Zianna's next chat.

Anna: Today my mother wants me to cook fried rice. 😌

Aryanaka giggled amusedly reading that. His hand typed a reply.

Aryanaka: Watch out for the charred.

Anna: I wouldn't. I am sure this time I will succeed.😎

It's been. Aryanaka could not stand it. He immediately put his phone in his pants pocket. Run into the room and snatch the leather jacket and motor keys. He immediately headed towards Zianna's house.

He will not waste this show. He'll see how Zianna destroyed her mother's kitchen. He's very impatient with that. Because honestly, he just wanted to see Zianna. He just wanted to finish his longing by looking at Zianna.

***

Aryanaka twirled his motor key using a finger. He hummed as he walked into Zianna's house after greeting her.

In the living room towards the kitchen, he faintly heard a small commotion from there.

"Mama, how's this soy sauce? It's black!"

"Don't pour that much, Zia! That's mostly it, my God."

"So he said, according to Zianna, about this!"

Aryanaka pulled the corner of her lips, she could already imagine how frustrated Nertaja was to face Zianna's current behavior. Walking casually towards the kitchen, Aryanaka then stood watching how the commotion happened.

"Aryanaka!" Nertaja immediately approached Aryanaka in a hurry, "Geez, why didn't you say you were coming here?" He pointed towards Zianna who looked amateurish stirring the rice in a frying pan, "Look, Zianna is planning to destroy your kitchen again."

Aryanaka chuckled, then pulled Nertaja's hand and kissed her.

"Oh, my mom's hands are dirty. Smells of onions."

Aryanaka chuckled, "Father, Ma." Aryanaka then pointed to Zianna, "Aryanaka wants to join, can you?"

Nertaja looked at Zianna at a glance and then looked back at Aryanaka, "Are you sure?" He was then answered by Aryanaka.

"Jude there. I'm stressed about facing the kid."

Aryanaka smile. Then walked up to Zianna who swore by anything looks very funny. His face was already covered in steam. Sweats everywhere. Jeez, this even just makes fried rice, why is the struggle like the middle of the second world war?

Aryanaka's lips twitched holding back laughter. Making Zianna snort and glancing at him cynically. "If you want to laugh, yes, laugh!"

Aryanaka immediately folded her lips inside, "No. Who would laugh at me?"

Zianna sneered, then pointed to her cooking, "This is not blackish how?" Ask annoyed.

Aryanaka looked at the rice in the pan, smiling infuriatingly, "Say it will work? Where's?"

Zianna stomped her feet, "This is how it used to be, asked too!"

Aryanaka chuckled, took a plate of rice and brought it towards Zianna, "Added rice, but later added salt as well." He said then put it in a frying pan. "lagian Lo nuang soy sauce how much? Smoke like this." He said while laughing.

Zianna snorted bitterly, but did not reply. He accidentally poured it that much. Seriously.

Aryanaka took over the spatula from Zianna's hand, "The stir is like this so the soy sauce is even." His word.

Zianna looked at it carefully. Okay, now he understands. Because if with Nertaja earlier, Nertaja will only tell you how without showing practice. So he doesn't understand.

"Replace, here." Said Aryanaka while giving up the spatula. Accepted by Zianna and practiced as she had seen before.

Not bad either.

"Try to get it, deh. There is less."

Zianna said, take a pinch of rice and put it in her mouth. "Less salty." He said, but he returned to grazing rice and thrust it on Aryanaka, "cobain, deh."

Aryanaka looked at him for a moment, but he still accepted the bribe.

"Less salty, right?"

Aryanaka nodded, "Take salt with the same broth powder try. Pour in a little, enslaved continue to be designed again."

Zianna again said, "So here?" He asked by showing a dose of salt and powder broth in his hand.

"Yes." Yeah."

Zianna then put it in the frying pan, stirring it again, "This is it?"

Aryanaka nodded, "yes." Patiently answered.

"So this is dead?"

"Wait a minute."

"How's the kid?"

"Let me tell you later."

"If it hasn't been?"

"Not yet."

–to be continue–