Love Brother Courier
14. Learning to Cook Noodles
Shaka drew closer to Keyla, eroding the distance between them. Ah, the little lips of this girl in front of him were too seductive in her eyes. While Keyla who realized Shaka was getting closer to his face, could only resign while closing his eyes tightly.
Tok to tok.
“Excuse me..”.
The sound of knocking on the door from outside shocked the two of them. Shaka immediately pulled back his face with a feeling of disappointment mixed with embarrassment. Embarrassed by the feeling of almost kissing Keyla.
While Keyla can only look down embarrassed because he resigned and closed his eyes when Shaka was getting closer to him. If so it may be a different story, but because of failure so they both feel awkward with each other.
Shaka got up and opened the door. Apparently there are people who deliver wedding invitations to him. After receiving the invitation, Shaka closed the door again.
Shaka looked towards Keyla who was still looking down embarrassed.
Huh, because this invitation is void! Why am I tempted to kiss her? Danger is also long with Keyla. Shaka muttered in his heart.
Shaka put the invitation on the table. He noticed Keyla still had not raised her head either.
“Key, I'm a laper. You laper nope?” shaka asked breaking the silence.
Only then did Keyla raise her head to look at Shaka. “Yes, I'm also a laper. But what do we eat?”
“Eating instant noodles want? I suddenly want to eat noodles, yes,” asked Shaka again.
“Bby. I also want noodles,” Keyla said quickly.
“OK. You cook, huh? You promised to cook for me. Now you cook instant noodles for our dinner.”
Deg.
Keyla went wrong. He never cooked at all. Yesterday he only answered, he was not serious about cooking. But now she is instead asked to cook by Shaka.
Shaka suspiciously sees Keyla's changed face. Especially when she was biting her lips like now. It was very obvious Keyla was hiding something.
“Why are you, Key? So cook the noodles, right?” ask Shaka.
“Hmm..it..aku...hmm..gimana said it, yes,” muttered Keyla while scratching her non-itchy head.
“Don't say you can't cook,” guess Shaka.
Keyla nodded slowly to make Shaka pat her eel.
“So you used to say you wanted me to just lie?”
“Not lying. I am willing to cook for you, but I am learning first,” Keyla replied with a big smile to Shaka.
“Yes, come to the kitchen! I show you how to cook,” take Shaka and walk first to the kitchen. Keyla immediately got up and followed Shaka from behind.
Shaka painstakingly showed Keyla one by one the cooking utensils they were going to use. Shaka was sure Keyla didn't know about it. Even turning on the stove Keyla didn't know.
Next Shaka skillfully cut the onion in front of Keyla. Keyla tried to try it but the cut is still large and not thin. In addition, just once twice sliced the onion, Keyla was grimacing because her eyes were sore.
“Sini, I blow your eyes.”
Shaka also blew Keyla's eyes so that the pain was reduced.
“Udah? Still no pain?” ask Shaka.
“Still, again dong,” whine Keyla with spoiled.
Actually, his eyes no longer hurt. But she felt comfortable that Shaka was blowing his eyes like that.
Then Shaka showed Keyla how to saute onions. Keyla also tried to stir the onion he sauteed even though his hand movements still look stiff. After that Shaka put the water into the pot and waited until the water was boiling.
"How long?" ask Keyla.
"Not long, most until next year," Shaka replied with a chuckle. Keyla also laughed at Shaka's careless answer.
Then Shaka mix the eggs, then cook the noodles until the noodles are finished. After that Keyla was in charge of moving the noodles into the bowl.
Shaka's instant noodles are on the table. The aroma is very tempting and makes the stomach increasingly unable to eat it.
"If there are vegetables it must be better" said Shaka.
"Yes. You said here someone sells vegetables around. But how many days ago no one passed by" said Keyla.
"Ob course there is none. Vegetable kang sell in the morning, you just wake up in the afternoon. He had rushed back to his house," said Shaka containing insinuations to his wife who always woke up during the day.
"Hehehe, sorry," Keyla said softly.
"It's okay. On Sunday we will go to the market to buy groceries" said Shaka.
“OK. By the way you cook often, yes?” keyla asked Shaka who was sitting next to her.
“Then. When I was abroad I often cooked by myself. I love living independently,” replied Shaka.
Keyla scrunched her forehead staring at Shaka. “You've been a TKI abroad too? Wow, your life experience has been a lot, yes.”
Shaka was silent for a moment. He seemed to regret saying that.
“How much are you now? I think you already have a lot of life experience to work abroad,” asked Keyla again.
“Two months are even 30 years,” replied Shaka.
“Oh, means older Hendry than you,” said Keyla.
“He doesn't like it, but you even know his age.”
“Yes obviously I know, my mama just about every day the story about Hendry to me let me have a crush on him."
“But you like it too right? Cieee...shame to want,” taunted Shaka.
“Ih, no kok!”
“Cie...” Shaka ledk again.
Keyla who was upset that Shaka was hurting her spontaneously hit the spoon into Shaka's hand and hit the bone of his wrist.
“Aw..sick, Key.” Shaka grimaced holding her hand so Keyla felt guilty.
“Sorry, accidentally.”
Keyla held Shaka's hand which he hit and blew the hand to reduce the pain. Sometimes he rubbed his hands gently.
"Sorry, yeah. I was just kidding. No intention of making your hands hurt" Keyla said, feeling more guilty.
Shaka is stunned to see Keyla's treatment of him. This girl in front of him was getting more and more attractive in his eyes. Does this mean he's starting to like Keyla? Ah, but it can't be this fast, right? But he also can not avoid this reality because they will often spend time together. Can he survive like this without wanting more from Keyla?
Keyla raised her head and saw Shaka who was smiling watching her. They looked at each other at a close distance.
Keyla felt her heart pounding again like that. Why can it be like this? Is there something wrong with him? Or is there something wrong with his feelings?
Seriate...
