Fistfuls

Take Home

Lunch this time feels different, usually there are only three of them and eat in the campus cafeteria sometimes also in their cafe subscription. While this time eating at a luxury restaurant with a variety of food choices, let alone lunch this time for free, adding to the appetite.

"Where are you going to go home with me, or where are you going?" salman asked Gita who was sitting right next to him, while the other two girls were busy enjoying their food while occasionally joking.

"You don't go to Alya's house, yes to Salma Kak's house, Salman's sister to the hospital, I'll go home alone later," declined Gita, it's not nice if it interferes with the doctor's work.

"Jaudah if that's how I'm going to get back" Salman said.

Gita nodded, as Salman was hard on and forced to return with the young man. Gita just feels awkward not because of anything.

After the lunch was over, Salman returned to the hospital, while the three girls chose to go to Salma's house. At first Gita refused, she was too embarrassed by Mama Salma, especially after Salman intended to approach her. Yes, although the young man had not said it yet, but he could guess and of course it was Salma who said it as well.

"Eh y'all have come, sorry Aunt just came home shopping. Auntie stay in the kitchen for a minute." Aunt Hana, Mama Salma.

"Yes Tan" replied Gita and Alya simultaneously.

The middle-aged woman left the three who were somehow working on what on their laptop.

"Git, Mama wants to ask to be taught to make cakes rich. That's why I brought Lo here, and I'm sorry I just said, hehe," Salma smiled awkwardly feeling guilty for not telling Gita first.

"The mama is a cooking pinter whatever, but if it's about making cakes don't ask, it's good that no one's losing, so it's good to never be eaten," added Salma and again chuckled amusedly imagining the mother making a cake.

"Em nothing, it's still a little afternoon. I'll be home in the afternoon and it won't matter either. But yes, I can only make some cakes, that's also Mama who taught. If you know it directly hap," Gita agreed to Aunty Hana's request. Okay sometimes it does not matter, make a cake can also reduce fatigue due to the thesis that has not been done.

"Let's go straight to the kitchen, Mama." Salma is no less enthusiastic, she also wants to be able to cook like Gita and Alya.

"Ma! Guitar wants us to make a cake, Mama's ready, right?" Salma's voice echoed throughout the room, making the mother only shake her head at the behavior of her daughter.

They prepared all the necessities, then measured some of the materials according to the Gita's request. While Aunt Hana was only a spectator of the three girls, she was so amazed by Gita who looked deft when making cakes. Not expecting the son of a sultan like Gita can cook as well, his admiration increased when he realized it. Yes, Aunt Hana already knows who Gita is, of course from her social friends who often bless the sultans in this country, and Renaldy Atmawijaya one of their targets as well.

"You can cook too, right?" guess Aunt Hana.

"No Tan, if I cook at all I can't. Fried eggs just rich can not Tan. I can make a cake also not long, it's also because Mama is teaching," explained Gita while occasionally staring at Aunt Hana, because she is still focused on processing the ingredients of the cake.

"If it is another time Aunty ajarin cook deh, want to cook anything Aunty can, but if making a cake always fails, even though the recipe and the dosage are the same, but if you make a cake always fails, but still if the aunt who makes it does not feel good, sometimes bantet, sometimes completely no taste, so lazy if you want to make it again," continued Aunt Hana.

And Gita just smiled in response, she was too focused with the dough in front of her.

Long enough they berjibaku with flour and his friends, to produce two sponge cake that is quite tempting.

Aunt Hana immediately tasted the cake and judged it. The woman again praised the cake made by Gita like last night. While the one praised only smiled awkwardly, according to him Aunt Hana was too excessive, because the cake made by Mama was more delicious and overtime than made.

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"You look like Salma, but it's like he's shorter and fuller, yes, he's short on you and looks like he's a little big" Salman told Gita.

They are already in the car. Yes, Gita had chosen to change clothes because her clothes were exposed to flour to formless. Because Salma and Alya were upset when making the cake, the two girls even played flour after their task was completed.

"Beauty Salma brother, he is graceful not rich me," said Gita who was not too awkward with Salman, because they had a chance to talk while still at the young man's house.

"But you are also beautiful" Salman uttered a compliment that made Gita flutter.

"Eyeah! It's not good to be a bean! Especially if the beans forget the skin!" yell at someone in the back seat. Feeling ignored by two people sitting in the front seat.

"Remember some woy is sitting in the back, and still single!" he added.

"Ngapain embarrassed try? I still wear full clothes!" Alya.

"Geez Alya! Lo's mouth!" Gita feels ashamed of herself with Alya's behavior without a filter.

Salman only chuckles at the debate of the two friends, for him it is common for fellow friends to say such words, because he is also the same when with his best friend.

Soon they arrived in front of Alya's house. Yes, they drove Alya home first, actually the girl wanted to go home alone but Gita insisted to come with her. For the bad reason alone with Salman.

"Udah sono get off! I've been waiting for it with Mang Acep he said he misses the same Neng Alya," said Gita who made Alya clucked.

"Yes I'm down! I am so afraid I am disturbing. And about Mang Acep it's not because of my waiting." Alya got out of Salman's car.

Gita just chuckles at Alya's babbling.

"Be careful on the road both of you, take care of Gita and Bang Salman, because he will run away if the rope is loose," said Alya through a window glass that was deliberately opened by Salman.

"What is my monkey?" gita protests.

"Well that's how you know." Alya broke down and ran into the gate of his house, not wanting to be attacked by the Gita.

It turns out that Salman laughs with Alya's behavior, making Gita pout.

"I'm sorry, I'm laughing, you're funny anyway" Salman said as he noticed the cloudiness on Gita's face.

"By Salman," replied Gita cuek.

Salman felt guilty for making the girl sulk, either really sulking or just joking I don't know, but still making her feel guilty.

Not long after they arrived at the Gita house, but the girl was still silent, and since then Salman always asked but Gita answered briefly and clearly.

"Thank you, brother, I go in first" said Gita when she opened the car door.

"Wait, you're not gonna make me stop by?" ask the young man.

Gita looked at Salman for a moment, "Jaudah come if you want to stop by" she replied.

Salman followed the Gita's steps into the house.

"Gita, I'm sorry that you were angry because of Alya's joke. Seriously, I just got carried away not meant to tease you too, you are beautiful not like what Alya said earlier," Salman said when they were on the porch.

"Geek!" I heard someone's voice from inside the house.

"Thank you for taking Gita home and it doesn't seem necessary to stop by because it's night," he added with a flat face, someone was none other than Indra. I don't know when that young man was there.

"But! What the hell?" Gita did not like to see Indra behave like that, she said it was very disrespectful, as if to banish Salman subtly.

"I'm sorry for my brother's attitude, and thank you for letting me go home." Gita feels guilty about Salman because of Indra.

Salman smiled, "That's okay, your brother may be worried because at this hour you just came home," Salman tried to think positively with Indra's attitude, saying, this was the second time I met Indra and the face of the young man looked the same as when I first met him.

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