Handsome Chef Heart Enthusiasts

Chapter XIX (Adeena Sasikirana Arundati)

I'm out of the room. Instantly I saw a quiet house usually at this hour Tatha aka Kinta Adriana Agatha was busy watching soap operas in the middle room. He's my boss and best friend from 6th grade, everywhere always together. I owe a lot to his family, Tatha's birth father who financed my college until S1. When Tatha's career skyrocketed, I volunteered to be her manager. That's the only way I can repay his family.

“Tha, we find dinner yu.”

But quietly, there was no reply from Tatha. I was confused, where is he? Did he find food without taking me? Between me and Tatha no one can cook. Instantly I began to feel the worms in the stomach. Am I looking for food now? What if Tatha comes home with food? The food mubazir. I finally decided to wait for Tatha to come home for 15 minutes. 

Waiting is boring, but that doesn't apply to me. I have a way to get rid of boredom in a fun way that is watching music clip videos on youtube. My finger typed the keyword ‘Eclat story’ in the search field. 

Eclat story is my favorite youtube band for a year and two months. They can always arrange songs in an elegant and expensive way. Especially Willy, their vocalist who is a nice guy to look at.

Tell me now that you're unhappy

I have your body but not your heart

You don't have to lie, you want to.

Kurela, you're with her, so you're happy

 I hummed a little following the song sung by Eclat Story. My eyes are endlessly fascinated by Willy's good looks. Taking a close look at Willy's face, it reminded me of Yoga Pratama, manager of Chef Agusta. They are equally quite fat, hair is always slippery, chubby cheeks, eyes are narrow, if the smile immediately looks bristling. The difference is Willy looks a bit like Kiki CJR.

Another fun looking at Willy's face, suddenly ...

Ting .. tong

“Iya, briefly!”

I ran small towards the door. Before I opened the door, I peeked in the window first.   Who knows who hit the bell or robbers will be a danger if the door is opened. My eyeball caught Tatha's figure there. Instantly breathing in relief, annoyed at the unreasonable fear. All this must be because most watch criminal news. I opened the door with the sweetest smile.

“Where are you from? Go not saying goodbye to me. I'm worried about you lo.” I started nagging Tatha. 

Instead of asking my question, she hugged me. I hurried to take off her arms, afraid to be slandered. Although I've been single for 26 years, I'm still normal. Then I touched Tatha's jidat. “Lo where the hell is it? Surely lo from the grave continued earlier to meet Mbak Kunti so go home directly to me.”

He's running my head back. “Yeee .. ngaco lo. I was the sister of Mie Bancir Mas Manis. I'm really happy. Guess what makes me happy?”

“Pasti lo there met Mas Sweet right?”

“Not that but I ..” He purposely hung up his sentence so that I would get more curious.  Then he walked into the house and sat on the sofa. 

“Yee .. instead of answering my question, instead of entering home.”

“Deen, lo mending sit here so it's good to chat while sitting.”

I dropped my ass off somewhere. “Well, we've both sat down, now you tell me what happened in the pansy noodles? Don't beat around the bush. I'm curious tauuu.”

“Before I tell you, I want to give you an important task first same lo.”

My forehead wrinkled. “What task does it have?”

“If there is a job talk show or writing seminar in April, you just refuse. I have an important adenda for April. And another one starting tomorrow you already have to hunt cookbook recipes.”

“Loh, why did you refuse a job in April? Then why do you tell me to hunt for recipe books?”

“Because next month me and Mas Sweet will exchange professions for one month full.”

My eyes widen. “Hah? How can?”

Tatha began to explain the chronology of the events of the sissy noodles. I don't understand the way they both think. Can they decide to change professions? Tatha's boro-boro cooking, entering the kitchen and touching the knife never. If their silly idea is smelled by journalists, they can be uproar all over Indonesia. 

What is clear is that if Tatha has decided so, then the decision can never be contested. I can only resign if next month is told to go home for one full month.  

*** 

Plaza Ambarukmo, where I stand today. My goal in this place is of course to carry out Agatha's duties. I went straight to the bookstore. Once at the bookstore, I was confused where were the recipe bookshelves? Want to ask a bookstore employee, prestige. The first girl to greet a guy? Self-esteem, Men. 

While diving drink water. That's the right proverb for me. While looking for the existence of recipe books shelves, I while circling the shelves of fiction books, occasionally I read the synopsis that is behind the cover of the novel. Suddenly my eyes were fixed on a novel that was on the bookshelf of the category “Best Seller.” The title and cover were heart-pounding to buy the novel. The novel has only 1 example left. I quickly snatched the novel.

Gelp!       

The novel he was after suddenly disappeared in an instant. I looked to the side. There was a guy, he was a little fat and wearing a black jacket and hat, the guy was holding the novel that was in demand earlier.

“Mas, that's what I want to buy first. How was it even taken anyway?” My toot.

“Yeee ... who fast he can be,” replied the guy. My heart is getting craped by that guy. Suddenly I remembered someone who had filled my mind last night. Who else if not Yoga Pratama. The annoying guy's voice was similar to the sound of Yoga.

I turned to the side as soon as his eyes caught the figure of a man who was no longer a stranger. His face is similar to Yoga. Is it yoga or not? Last met a month ago at the time of acata Yogya tivi. To reassure my heart, I ventured to ask the person directly. “You are Mas Yoga, manager Chef Agusta Wimala is not it?”

“Alhamdulillah, finally you still want the same me. Yes, I am Yoga, manager Chef Agusta Wimala.”

My eyes sparkled, not believing reunited with Yoga Pratama. I want to embrace Yoga very tightly. But I hold back in order to maintain a woman's self-esteem. “Mas Yoga how are you? Why are you going to the bookstore? Love reading romance novels too?”

“Alhamdulillah, I'm fine. I went to the bookstore because I got a job from chef Wimala to buy romantic novels related to the ridiculous idea of exchanging professions with your boss. Don't tell me you're here too looking for a recipe book?”

I nodded for a moment and then my face turned gloomy. “Actually I disagree with the idea of exchanging their profession, fearing next month I return home.”

Yoga raises one eyebrow. “I think so too. If next month Chef Wimala holiday nerima job, how do I try to pay the car installments?”

“Actually there is a way anyway to be able to thwart their silly idea of exchanging professions.”

“Hah? Seriously? How?”

“Sini, I misikin.” Yoga bowing body. I easily whispered something in his ear. “Zttt .. bla...bla.

Yoga was enthusiastic in listening to my proposal. “Where? You agree to my proposal?” I asked so to end the whisper in his ear.

“Crazy, your idea is so cool. Okay, I agree.”  

Because I met Yoga, I forgot about his frustration with Yoga who had taken his novel. “Contact we have agreed, hyuk we go home! Want me to drive you home?” take Yoga. 

“Ngak. Thanks though. I brought a motor. Anyway I want to find a recipe book first, if I go home without a recipe book then my ears will be hot because of Tatha's nagging.

“Ngapain ribet find recipe books, anyway? In my house there are many cookbooks by Chef Agusta. You can take a satisfied sample but on one condition you have to give up all Agatha novels. How's it? The deal?

Yoga held out her hand. I am glad to shake his hand. Waw, her hands are so smooth. He never did any heavy work. “OK, deal. Means out of here I can go to your house ya make take the recipe book?”

“Do not. After this I left the city of Nemenin Chef Agus. What if we exchange books the day before they officially exchange professions?”

“OK, no problem.”

With light steps we got together out of the bookstore. I'm a hundred percent optimistic, plan with Yoga. Tatha, I'm sorry. Not to lie to you, but I don't want a month without income. My plan won't put you in danger. My mind feels guilty for this idea.