CITY LOCATION: ANOTHER HEART
Episode 1's
The corridor connecting the hall with the classes of the IPA majors looked crowded. One corner displaying mading seemed crowded with dozens of enthusiastic students shrouding an announcement poster.
“Njir, that's right! How do I get into a cooking competition? Woy, whose job!” A tall young man seemed to be relentlessly cursing to his friends who were just spinning around to see him riled up.
“Casual, Bro, it's been a mutual agreement. Yoi gaes, haha!” Answer his friend who is wearing glasses and is just as tall.
“Ah already, kidding you on, cook me entered in the race so? Ck.” The young man was still grumbling. “Lah, your mother will be a pinter cook tuh, already fit dong, lo we ajuin hahaha!” His other friend's timpal.
“Emak I, emang, continue why even so I brought? Damn it, ah!”
“Here bro, relax. We support lo kok hahahaha!” His friends did not seem to care about his objections.
Cook it? Is that true?!
Although he was familiar with the world of cooking since childhood, but such a race was not something he imagined would be followed in school. Just enter him as a participant of a basketball tournament or a band festival, or a debate race and smart meticulous, surely he followed without much protest.
But, cooking?
The young man could only shake his head without being able to refute the cunning conspiracy of his friends.
On the day of the race, the young man appeared to be in a daze in the middle of the basketball court, which had been filled with tables equipped with stoves and all sorts of cooking devices. His eyes searched for the other members of his cooking team. Each team should consist of three students. But, he only found a tall schoolgirl who was busy peeling and chopping materials.
“Hai, lo same bunch of me? Class A-3?” tanyakanya.
As the girl he was holding turned his head, the young man was stunned.
The girl was a beautiful student whom she secretly admired, although she tended to be quiet and withdrawn from the company. Like not wanting to show themselves. Never involved all kinds of fanfare in the classroom created plural teenagers responsibility second grade High School. He was always closed and isolated, only talking as necessary with his friends. Academic performance is ordinary. Because he closed himself up, his other friends did not intend to approach him. In fact, despite almost two months of being in the same class, the young man had never once spoken to the quiet girl. And now, as they faced each other this close, he himself observed. It's not wrong. The girl, although her appearance was far from trendy, in her eyes did look pretty. Undoubtedly. His chest started to thump. Suddenly he did not regret having been plunged his friends into this race.
The girl seemed to be consciously observed, looking uncomfortable herself. “Lo the same bunch of me?” tanyakanya.
The young man woke up from his daydream. “Eh, oh uh, .. yes. Why just the two of us? Said the Fahmi one group of three?” ask the young man.
The girl nodded. “Yes, but Retno didn't sign today. He said he had diarrhea.”
The young man nodded. “Yes already, nothing. So, what are we cooking, then? Are you ready for the ingredients?” asked the young man while pointing to a bowl of shallots and garlic that had been peeled and washed clean.
“Iya .. right he said Retno can not enter. I thought, I prepared first, it will cook just the two. Let's not bother much later. You know, even the same guy.”
“Eh, why if I'm a guy?” tanyanya did not accept.
“Mana can help cook, same work alone,” replied the girl.
The young man sneered. “Lo peg we make what the hell today?”
“Ayam roasted honey equal balado shrimp,” replied the girl while taking some onion cloves and chilies, concocting them into the stone tear that was in front of her. The young man was just observing.
“That's seasoning for shrimp balado?” tanyanya, pointing into cobek. The girl nodded. Suddenly the young man's hand picked up two cloves of garlic from inside the cloak and put them back in the bowl. “The white staff is mostly,” he said. The girl looked at him in half disbelief. “Apaan? My mother has a catering, if the problem is rationing seasoning kayak gini while rem I can also,” cocky. The girl was still silent saying nothing, but her facial expression still implied disbelief. “Eh, don't bengong aja, be ready another, tuh. Ntar don't have us.”
The girl was gawking. “Lah, I want to ngulek it seasoning..,” murmurnya.
The young man shook his head. “Gue aja, lo readyin others.”
The girl's eyes widened. “Lo ... can you do it?” ogre.
The young man did not answer, but casually began to stew raw herbs on the stone. Luwes once, as if he had gotten used to it. The girl just silently looked dumbstruck.
“Woi, Raf, the incantation, bahahaaa!”
Suddenly there were shouts from a group of students who turned out to have crowded around their table. The young man brandished the muntu he held while shouting the swearing at his friends, which actually made their laughter more broken.
Moments later, when the seasoning had been refined and they were waiting to roast the chicken, the young man asked the girl. “Eh, we have not been acquaintances of earlier,” chirped.
The girl looked at him in wonder. “Introduction? We're class?”
The young man shook his head. “Gue has never talked to you, do not know your name. I'm Raffi.”
The girl smiled. “Gue know.”
The young man smiled grimly. “Lo sure know me huh?” The girl just sneered. “Introduction dong, whose name lo?”
The girl was silent for a moment. “Gue ... Elle...”.
