Married Tajir Man

Chapter 15 - Helping mom

" Hush haphazardly! Not that the mother just saw with her own eyes in front of the real ta! Ra, how the hell are you." Clearly, Diana's mother told Sheira confidently that what she was talking about was factual and real.

" Lagian was told to help even do not know the fitting house where to wonder."

" I forgot I forgot, so beautiful people."

Well, Diana's mother started gossiping....

" Well, what's beautiful?"

" Younger than the mother is the tree but still beautiful, haduh face smooth rice cake that has been plowed but has not been planted with rice and there is still water that loh ra, ra, right smooth kinclong you know not?" Talking excitedly to Sheira with palms pinned to both cheeks imagining Rayana's mother who was visiting her house earlier.

" In the rice field! human time is called ama rice field si ma'am, this mother is-there aja," shook her head. "Trus the rich ma'am?"

" He.eh like, the clothes are good all hils pakek jugak, yesampun ra socialita is a person."

" Duh mother if this is the address given to the gibah aja terooosss." Syeira's mind shook her fist.

" What time is mom going to that place?"

" Once in the afternoon, what time is it?" Ask Syeira.

" What about 3pm?" Syeira's proposal to her mother.

" It's okay."

" My mommy's resting this is me nerusin."

" Yes, mom breaks the stretch." Passing away left Syeira who was still wrestling with her cooking utensils.

" Yes ma'am."

Syeira continued making the cake. Carefully and painstakingly he stirred the materials to be made. The provision of learning that was taught from his mother Syeira so smart to make cakes. The hereditary recipe was also taught by Diana to her children in order to make a good cake.

For this time Syeira added a little material to make her cake because later it will be sold to pay for the book. Sheira did not tell her mother, let her alone know later that she had made more money than usual.

For the other cakes Syeira made when her mother had gone to the next complex helping with cooking.

The clock has shown at 3 pm when Diana's mother went to Rayana's house.

" Ra you anterin mommy for a minute ya to the next complex." Pinta ma'am Diana to Syeira who is neat and ready to go.

" Yes ma'am, keep Syeira clean your hands first." Say Syeira whose hands are full of flour and slightly disheveled hair.

Walk towards the sink and enter the room to fix his messy hair. Ntar if not in neatin thought or crazy people are embarrassed, beautiful times are considered embarrassing.

Syeira came out of the room in a neat state and walked out of the house. Started to drive his motorbike that hugged his mother. Riding slowly for fear of being scolded by her mother. Miss Diana always nagged if Sheira drove her bike at high speed, she said afraid of falling.

Especially when passing the motorbike, the car and in front of it there is also a motorbike. Horrified kayak want in samber aja. Just think about it dizzy let alone live it, eak eak....

Syeira turned her motorcycle to the right of her house. Because after him if the road that is often passed to go to school there is no house that is too luxurious. And he thinks maybe to the right of his house there's an elite complex for the rich.

" Why did you turn here Ra?" Speak to Sheira by drawing her face close to Sheira's ears, let it be heard because they are on the way.

" Who knows, ma'am, because the road that I often pass there is no elite house."

" Oh yeah, yeah, I'm kind of like you."

Not long after Syeira found a large and terraced house. He stopped his motorbike right at home whose gate was very large and high.

" Is this mom, this looks new?" Syeira asked her mother whose face was still looking at the house without glancing at her mother.

" Well, I don't know."

" We pull the bell and it has the bell.

They got off the bike, walked towards the gate.

A few minutes later came out a middle-aged man with a large and tall body wearing a black white uniform with a hat and whistle tied to his left hand. Open gate.

" Have a good afternoon can anyone help?" He asked politely to Sheira and her mother.

" sorry sir, I'd like to ask if this is Rayana's mother's house?"

" Oh, it's true that this is Rayana's mother's house, what's wrong with you?"

" See, sir, my mother was asked to cook today for a Thanksgiving."

" Yes right mbak, indeed today there is a thanksgiving event over this house, Rayan's mother is at home please come in."

" Yes, thank you sir."

Turned her body to her mother.

" Sheira went straight home, so the cake wasn't finished yet."

" It's okay, you're careful." Diana's mother said after Sheira kissed the back of her mother's hand.

" Excuse me sir, thank you in advance."

" Aren't you going in first?"

" Don't just go straight to me, Assalamualaikum."

" Neylorda."

Sheira left her mother in the mansion, while her mother entered the house delivered by a security guard who was on guard duty at Rayana's mother's house.

Syeira arrived at home walking quickly because he remembered the cake that had not been made earlier. Even now you still have to make it a little more to buy additional books.

" Oh, I have to hurry this, it's like this again." Mumbled Syeira by making the dough again.

The syeira who had made the dough put it back on the table. Then put a steamed pot to steam his brownie cake, light the stove with a medium fire. After that, back to the brownie cake that was placed on the table earlier. Put the cake batter in a brownish cake mold and put it in a steaming pan for a few minutes.

While waiting for the cake to ripen, Syeira took another cake to put in a container ready for sale. Sweat sweat adorned his face for making those cookies.

After some of the cake was put in the container it was time for Syeira to open the brownies in the steaming pot. Putting it on the table, letting it cool, while waiting for the cold brownie Sheira cleaned the utensils used to make the cookies. Including her steamed pot to keep it from being seen by her mother and then wondering.

All settled live brownie cake that has not had time to put in the container. Some time the brownie cake has been put in a beautiful kewadah so that children like and are lured to buy it. Put into a cake basket to be delivered to shops around his house.

Clean a little brownie place earlier then wipe the table so that the kitchen is messy like a broken ship was turned into beautiful and neat.

" Aah, it's time to deliver these cookies, spirit!" Say Syeira by clenching her hands forward.

With a basket placed behind the back that has been tied firmly ready to walk. Singing with a right-headed shake and to the left while riding a motorbike Sheira drove to the nearest shops in her home.