Handsome Chef Heart Enthusiasts

Chapter XXIII (Adeena Sasikirana Arundati)

"The winner in the challenge of traditional cuisine is Chef Agus" said Chef Junaidi flatly 

"Horee." I soared with excitement.

Someone suddenly appeared next door. "Tumben, you watch cooking."

"There's a chef I like."

"Who?"

I pointed when Chef Agus was highlighted by the camera. "Ah, still sakepan Chef Lucky."

"I like it not so cute. But abilities. Moreover, he highly upholds Indonesian culture. Look at him consistently wearing batik clothes and cooking Indonesian cuisine."

***

Since then I have loved Chef Agusta. When I met her, I liked her more. It turned out to be a very friendly figure to everyone. Unfortunately, Kinta won a lot. Various ways I've done to cancel Kinta's crazy idea. This crazy idea is what brought them closer together.

I have to do something else? Lastly, failure. I asked him to change me, Ms. Inu. I was not clearly thinking clearly.

Oh yes, chat Mama Inu first. 

I

17.30

Ma'am Inu, I'm sorry that the cut didn't happen. Kinta said we're still in.

Ma'am Inu

17.40

Well, not so eating blind pay dong.

Drrrrt .

The HP in my hand shook again. Appears on the screen the name Yoga Pratama calls.

"Hallo."

"Hello, yes. Why else?"

"Where's your plan? That work?"

"Gatots. I asked instead to ask me to replace Ms. Inu. It's ngeselin."

"yeah. So what do we do, dong?"

I caught something weird from Yoga. "In a moment, what are you doing so much that they want their crazy idea to stop?"

"E ... Anu …"

"Like Kinta, huh? So do not want Kinta deket-deket with Chef Agus?"

"Well, you're sensitive. Uh, I just got the idea."

"What try?"

"From tomorrow you take care of Kinta only if there is Chef Agus. If they have a chance to hold the barrier, why cake."

"That's yeah? Could be too. I'll try tomorrow. Haven't you? Bye."

***

"Youraaaaa!" I shouted as soon as I arrived at his house.

I was surprised to see my arrival. "Why come here? Should've changed Mba Inu's job."

"He's not on leave he said."

"Oh, it's really fitting that you come here to help me cook."

I was looking for Chef Agusta. "Where's Mas Chef? Does he have the same class as you?"

"Gue told him not to come too often. Afraid slander. Learning can be done online, right?"

A smile emanated from my lips. Yes. It means they don't hide. "Okay, I'm helping you cook. Mo learn to cook what?"

"What yes? Cheap, easy, unique."

"What about Mi Lethek?" 

"Huh? What mi? Just heard his name."

"Mi Lethek tuh mi from Bantul Yogya. From cassava flour. The cassava is milled first into flour. His name is Lethek due to tanning. It means dirty."

I am a South Kalimantan person, but have been moving to Yogyakarta since 2003. That is why you know the typical food of Yogyakarta.

"If you want to be easy, just buy Letheknya noodles at GoShop or Shopee. There are many who sell."

Kinta's face brightened. "Well, that's cute. Practically. Short, I order first."

"In addition to Mi Lethek, what else are the ingredients?"

"Red cayenne pepper, Large green pepper, ½ tomato grains, 5 cloves of onion, 5 cloves of garlic, sweet soy sauce to taste, salt to taste, enough powder broth, to taste, Enough Javanese sugar and enough water."

"Secure means. All the materials are in the house."

Kinta took out all the ingredients I mentioned earlier from her food cabinet.

"Grando." I heard screaming from home.

We are both dumb. "Totally sorry. Less than thirty minutes."

"Decap kekannya stall."

I asked to go out to meet the courier. Then, back to the kitchen. 

"Deen, how else is this?"

How to make:

The first step, heat the cooking oil to stir-fry garlic and onion.

Then, add green chili and cayenne pepper, then add the tomatoes stir until evenly distributed.

Then add salt, chicken broth, if the seasoning has withered add a little water so as not to stick.

Add the sweet soy sauce and put in all the lethek noodles. Keep stirring until the bubu is mixed well.

Lethek noodles ready to be served while warm.

I read the recipe written on the internet. The problem is that I can't cook either. Usually if you want to eat, just buy.

I asked you to do it step by step as I read it. Honestly, I salute you. She's that eleven-twelve girl type with me. Males cook. For the sake of Chef Agus he defended cooking. The jealousy in my heart saw Kinta's spirit.

Not how long Mi Lethek served on the table. The fragrance pierced my sense of smell making me hungry. 

When I want to taste, my hand is brushed aside by Kinta. "Oiii .. delicious. Who can taste first Chef Agus. Yuk, we're going to his house."

Damnit damnit!

***

"Assalamualaikum, Chef Agus!" kinta shouted as soon as he arrived at Chef Agus' house.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Loh, why did Kinta come here? The deal …"

"This is me trying to learn to cook Mi Lethek. Well, I want Chef Agus to be the first person to taste my cooking."

"Oh that. Yuk, come in."

When Kinta wanted to enter Chef Agusta's house, suddenly his high heels stuck on the stairs. His body staggered forward. Chef Agusta quickly caught his body so as not to fall. Their eyes are swollen. Suddenly my heart aches to see this scene in front of me.

I just went home without saying goodbye to Kinta or Chef Agus.

***

I was grimacing in the room while hugging the bolster. Why is he always lucky, Kinta? Already beautiful, successful, many men who like, now the opportunity can Chef Agus heart more open wide.  I was always apes. 

I immediately remembered Yoga. It's all because of yoga. If he hadn't told me to nempelin Kinta wouldn't have seen that shitty scene. I'm better at printing than taking care of Kinta.

I'm calling Yoga. Want to maki-maki him. Just want to squeeze the number Yoga, on the screen appears the name Kinta calling. I swipe the green icon over the sign of receiving the call.

"Hello." I answered him in a limp tone because he was lazy to talk to Kinta.

"Hello, Deen, how did you know you said that?"

"Sori, I was suddenly chested. My asthma. If I tell you, ntar you come home. It's not good to bother you." I lied to him. 

Although I was sick with Kinta, but I could not leave him. His job is easy to keep a high salary and never angry with me about work. Elsewhere is not necessarily as good as Kinta's cooperation.

"Oh that. Good though. I was very fond of Chef Agus muji my cooking." Kinta fiery story. Which makes my heart hurt.

"Kin, yes first. I want to rest."

"Sori. I even vent when you're sick."

"Yes, that's okay."

"Yes, I've recovered and I've had a good rest."

I hugged the bolster again and continued crying.