My boyfriend is too lazy

CHAPTER 23 - Cooking

Diah helps Rifan take out the groceries and Rifan puts them neatly into the refrigerator. They worked together so well that they didn't realize that time had passed and it was already nine o'clock.

"Oh no it's nine o'clock, the hostel must be closed." Diah bit her nose agitated at the sight of the wall clock. "How am I going back?"

"Stay here" suggested Rifan as he closed the refrigerator door.

Diah shook her head rejecting Rifan's offer because there were only two of them in this house because mbok Nah had gone home and she only worked in the morning.

"Let's just not do anything to you." Rifan grabbed a glass and poured water from the teapot.

Diah does not believe it because there are only two of them, if Rifan wants to do something to him is not a difficult thing because Diah can not fight.

He feels insecure.

"Use my phone to call 112 if I do anything bad to you." Rifan gives his phone to Diah because his phone runs out of battery and he does not take it to school.

Diah gripped the phone firmly as if it was his life-saving.

Rifan only snorted at Diah's behavior then turned towards the kitchen. "I'll cook, you can pick up clothes in the room near the stairs."

"Can you cook?" ask Diah in doubt.

"You underestimated me?" Rifan raised next to his eyebrows feeling displeased from being underestimated.

"Hmmm.." Diah wanted to nod but he turned his face away.

"I can cook." Actually Rifan had never cooked other than heating water, but he had seen well cooking and remembered all his steps. He sure could follow him exactly the same.

Diah was still doubtful with Rifan, she did not underestimate the men because her own brother was a chef and had set up many branches. It's just that people like Rifan are very dubious and he prays his food is non-toxic.

He doesn't want to go to the hospital!

"Go ahead and take a shower! Your body stinks a lot." Rifan pretended to close his nose to upset Diah.

Diah's face turned dark and she turned around in annoyance, it was nice to see her smell. She takes a shower every day!

Rifan only chuckles when he sees Diah's departure, playing with the little bunny is really fun.

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Diah opened the room door and entered the room hesitantly, her eyes were greeted with white and a hint of cream that adorned this room. Not far from him is a medium-sized bed facing a window and a European-style sleeping lamp. The big cupboard is on the right and there is a small white dresser. The owner of this room likes the color white.

Why are there no photos?

Diah circulated her eyes but still did not find any photos at all, she only found a large painting of the scenery placed on the bed. He walked up to the closet and opened it to pick up clothes.

When he opened the closet he did not find any men's clothing at all and instead found women's clothing, he thought this room was Rifan's room but it was not. This is the room of a woman who likes tranquility because it is clearly visible from the design of this room.

Diah picked up one of the clothes at random and she smiled happily because she liked the model. Short dress with a collar a little low and only limited to the knee, there is also a thin rope wrapped around this dress that seems directly stitched because Diah can not let go.

Diah tries to find out if there is a towel in the closet and eventually finds it, she walks into the bathroom and doesn't see any toiletries at all. Most likely this room has not been used for a long time even though it is often cleaned.

He put his towel and clothes on the clothes hanger and walked out of the room, as he remembered Rifan bought a lot of toiletries and he wanted to borrow.

When he saw the grocery crackle set aside in the sofa he immediately picked it up and took out soap, shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste. As he passed through the kitchen he paused for a moment to peek at Rifan, was he really able to cook?

He saw Rifan cutting a carrot and he breathed a little relief, at least when he saw that his cutting technique looked neat Rifan would not be that bad at cooking.

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Rifan hummed happily and put the last plate on the table, he had followed the way done mbok Nah and was sure of the results of his cooking even though he had not had time to taste it.

She wanted Diah to be the first to taste her cooking.

Rifan heard the sound of the door opening and raised his head, his breath immediately choked when he saw that Diah's appearance was very similar to 'she' let alone wearing the same clothes. She remembers the outfit as her 'favourite' outfit and is always well-guarded, even when Rifan accidentally scolds her 'she' gets angry.

A cold sweat came out from her forehead and she turned her face for a moment to catch her breath, she would not let Diah see her bad appearance.

When he saw Diah looking like that made Rifan want to grip his shoulder and shout loudly.

Why did 'he' leave her?

Why leave him alone with a pack of wolves?

Why didn't 'he' take her?

Rifan tried to smile forcefully. "Let's eat!" Rifan pulls up a chair for Diah.

Diah sat down on a chair and bowed her head to look at the food she was making, fortunately the appearance of the food was not as bad as she thought and looked pampering to the eyes. He picked up the plate then spooned the rice, his hand moved to take the fried chicken and pour the soup.

Looks like Rifan is pretty good at cooking.

"Let's eat! And tell me how it feels?" He chopped his head with his hands and waited for the judgment from Diah.

Diah lifted the spoon and opened her mouth, when the food entered her mouth suddenly her face immediately turned strange and she frowned. With great difficulty he tried to swallow the food and immediately drank water to rinse his tongue.

It tastes so salty!!!!

"Do you like it?" Rifan did not notice Diah's strangeness and was still spirited.

"You have to feel it!" Diah roughly spooned the food into Rifan's mouth.

"Hmpphh-" Rifan's eyes were wide open and he almost turned the food in front of Diah but he quickly closed his mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Diah laughed inwardly as she looked at her silly appearance, she still remembered when her eyes opened wide as she tasted her own cooking. This is so funny!

He is really not talented!

Not long after, Rifan finally returned from the bathroom and walked lethargicly towards Diah. At first he wanted to show Diah his hard work but he messed it up and made a bad meal. Why is the taste of the cuisine different from that made mbok Nah?

He sure has followed his steps correctly!

"Take you very bad." He drank water for the umpteenth time to neutralize his tongue. "Is this your first time cooking?" chirps relax.

"Yes this is the first kalinaya," answered Rifan honestly.

Diah sprayed water from her mouth and looked at Rifan in disbelief. "First time?"

Rifan nodded his head. "I followed the steps like I did, but why does it taste so salty." He was very astonished.

"Can't you tell the difference between sugar and salt?" Diah suspects that Rifan can't tell the difference.

"Of course I can tell the difference," answered Rifan a little hesitant because he had been confused about which one to enter when cooking earlier.

The two food ingredients were almost similar in Rifan's eyes.

Diah squinted his eyes in disbelief then stood up from the chair. "I'm the one who cooks." Letting men seem to enter the kitchen makes Diah worried if he can't see tomorrow.

Fortunately, the dish was only salty, but what if next he put the wrong ingredients and became poisonous?

Diah still loves his life!

Rifan reluctantly let her cook and put away the dishes, he sighed as he felt that it was a pity to end up in the trash.

Diah took out a hair tie and neatly washed her hair, she sighed as she saw the chaos in the kitchen that resembled a ship breaking as she expected.

First he went to the sink and washed the dirty kitchen utensils, Rifan casually put the dirty utensils there without cleaning it and Diah had to handle it. Even he could see the charred part of the frying pan.

"Let me wash it." Rifan volunteered to clean up his mess.

Diah nodded then wiped the pan dry, he walked towards the refrigerator and took out some groceries. He took chicken meat, eggs, celery leaves, soy sauce, and other ingredients. It seems like he's going to cook a simple stir-fry.

Prangg~~ Krakkk~

Diah's face turned dark as she turned around and saw Rifan breaking many plates and glasses, irritatedly pulling him away from the kitchen.

"Don't! Ever! Entering! Kitchen!"

- TBC

If you had a boyfriend who couldn't cook, what would you do?

A. Tasting delicious food for him.

B. Learn to cook together.

C. Tell him to learn to cook for himself!

D. Another answer.....