ARISTOCRATS
WIFE DOLL 7
"Well, the Madam, clean the Madam's body first!"
The man thrust the Pink towel he took from his wardrobe, he knew very well what the woman in front of him was feeling now, the dirty clothes mixed with mud that he was wearing was clearly very uncomfortable.
"Thank you" said Raisa, then she rushed to the bathroom next to the kitchen, typical of Indonesian homes in general.
While Angga took all his groceries out of plastic bags that are customary they can do when shopping for goods at the store, then store some raw food ingredients in the refrigerator to make it stock so as not to bother to shop again tomorrow.
Indeed Angga is still a teenager, especially he is a man, but for matters of kitchen or take care of the house it has become commonplace for him, since he was still sitting on the bench Junior High he was independent, and prefer to live alone in the house of his grandfather's relics, even though only a simple small house that has one room only, but this house holds so many beautiful memories with his grandfather, but this house holds so many beautiful memories with his grandfather, which incidentally has the spirit of Art.
It can be said, Angga's natural talent decreased from his grandfather who was an artist as well as a professor in the arts faculty located at the most famous Campus se Antero Negri.
Moments later, Raisa finishes her bath, and comes out of the Bathroom with a towel on her head, to wrap her still wet hair.
"Now it's your turn, as well as you clean your body that has been so dirty!" said the woman, while rubbing her wet hair with a towel that is now no longer placed on her head.
"Good!" The man stood up from his place earlier, and immediately headed to the bathroom.
Raisa continued the work that Angga did earlier, then took some cooking ingredients to cook her today, as a big lady, in fact she never touched the world of civilization, she never touched the world of civilization, what else to cook his own food directly, this is because since birth Raisa never felt the bitterness of her life to be an incapable person, since childhood she was treated like a King's Daughter, what has been prepared by the waiter in his house, even for matters of clothing though, he was never allowed to choose his own clothes, he was not allowed to choose his own clothes, either in terms of color or the motive to his or her liking, in other words, Raisa can't enjoy her life like people in her general who have the right to do whatever they want to do.
"Mildew, Chicken, carrots, Bombay onions!" the woman took some of the ingredients that had been recorded, then brought her to the kitchen for immediate execution.
"Where's y? How to cut a carrot?" murmured, he was very confused how to cut carrots and mushrooms are good and right.
For quite a long time he just looked at the fresh vegetables in front of him, thinking about how the right way so that his cooking immediately ripened before Angga out of the bathroom, after a long thought, after a long time, a few moments later came to an idea in his head to pick up the bar in the teaching room in the gallery of the house.
The woman immediately headed to the gallery to pick up the bar, in order to measure the thickness of the vegetables with the right size.
Raisa was quite excited to cut the Carrot and Mushroom, she was so serious about looking at the small line line on the side of the ruler.
Angga who had come out of the bathroom earlier, laughed his own laughter when he saw what Raisa was doing from a distance.
"By the Princess!" the man shook his head while holding his arm and leaning against the side of the door.
Raisa was still busy with her vegetables, after a while she cut them with the random results of the lizards, now she started concocting herbs, and this is where her suffering began, Raisa is not familiar with kitchen spices at all, what should she do?
So far he only knows about garlic and salt, while lighting a stove that has been put in a skillet and a little oil on it, he chopped garlic that had been bought earlier, he, his hands were quite difficult to cut the onion, because the stove that had been lit made the oil on the pan became very hot and slightly smoky.
Raisa felt very panicked, then made her rush to put unfinished garlic in the bed into a pan containing hot oil, making the fire under the pan rise to the top creates a fairly large fire.
"Please, uhuk uhuk uhuk!" Raisa grew even more panicked when she saw the fire grabbing the surface of her frying pan.
Angga who saw it immediately came and turned off the stove. Raisa was really very frightened, she hid her face behind her palms,
"Have it, don't panic!" said Angga, calm Raisa's heart.
"Ma, I'm sorry, I'm not a dick!" his face was full of regret.
"It's okay, at least you've learned to turn on the stove!" Said Angga, he,
Somehow Raisa became very sensitive, she felt that the words spoken by Angga just now, was an insult to her who never knew about kitchen affairs.
"I'm such a fool, a woman who can't cook is so stupid!" the woman felt frustrated, again her tears fell, showing her gentle feminine side.
"Sorry, I was just kidding, let me teach you how to cook!" the handsome man was indeed the least able to make a woman cry.
Raisa nodded, then noticed Angga who showed her how to cut the right vegetables and meat.
"Hey Angga, since when did you live alone? Where are your Mom and Dad?" the question came out of Raisa's mouth.
For a moment Angga stopped his activities, he glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Since I entered Class 2 High School!" his words, then continue his activities to mix spices.
"Who did you live with before?" Raisa again asked, she started to get a little bit kepo with Angga's life before her.
"For so long I lived with my grandfather and a servant here, my grandfather happened to be the Rector of one of the most famous universities in Indonesia, coincidentally the faculty he led was the faculty of Arts, which he led, there are many of his works in the world!" Angga opened a little veil of his life to Raisa.
"So the blood art on your body is derived from your grandfather?"
"Yes, there you have it, the grandfather of a good and wise man, he who has educated me to grow up to be an independent man since childhood, so even though we live with helpers, he said, he didn't let me slack off, I had to help with all our maid work including cooking!" his words, while tasting the cuisine that is almost cooked.
"Are you great?" Praise Raisa, who has not done anything since, she is only a judge for Angga cuisine.
"No Madam, I'm not as good as Madam thinks I am!" The man would rather be humble than boastful.
Raisa was so envious to see a figure like Angga, at her age of 17, she looked more mature than her other adults, not to mention she was so calm under any circumstances, without bothering the adults who are around him.
The cooking show was finished, before the end they enjoyed a delicious dish made directly by Angga.
"Don't kid!" Raisa really enjoys the cuisine, cuisine different from what she usually eats, Angga cooks it perfectly, in terms of taste or texture.
"Thank you Madam has really enjoyed cooking with her ingredients!" angga said, he was happy to see Raisa happy.
"Tomorrow I promise, I'll learn to cook even better!" said Raisa,
"Don't push yourself too hard, Madam, I will always try to serve as best I can!"
"Don't, I've had enough trouble for you!" the woman was embarrassed, because she could not be a perfect woman because she was not good at kitchen affairs.
Angga just nodded, approving of Raisa's wishes, for her origin Raisa to be happy and be able to be herself, that was all already quite enough.
***
They also finished their meal, then intend to rest after finishing the tableware and cook it earlier.
Raisa rushed to one of her rooms in the House, because the room that was originally a maid room had been remodeled into a warehouse where used goods were stored, the woman was not able to bear the fatigue due to her activities all day, she intended to sleep resting her stiff muscle muscles.
"Where are you sleeping?" raisa asked Angga who was picking up a blanket in her wardrobe in the room.
"I slept in the Madam's Gallery!"
"Are you not cold? Sleep here on that couch!" while pointing at the sofa that is usually used by Angga to relax and see the scenery outside the window, Raisa feels guilty because she has taken this room from Angga.
"Well however I am a man who has grown up Mistress, I also have desires like a man in general, I'd rather sleep outside than face an uncomfortable situation!" Said Angga, which made Raisa recall when the Teenage boy kissed her on the outskirts of the Lake this afternoon.
"Emm, yeah, you just sleep outside!"
"Excuse me Madam!" Then Angga went from that place to the Gallery room.
Raisa was really amazed, Angga is very caring for her dignity and dignity as a Woman, she is really grateful to have known Angga who is really very good in her eyes, she was really grateful to have known Angga, Before the end of his life he laid his body on the bed, then closed his eyes, to prepare for the most beautiful dream.
