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Bonchap - Disturbers

Rajendra stared at breakfast at the dining table with a lethargic face. His brown eyes were a circle of pandas, making Kaia and Rhett look at the teenager. Reports from two of his bodyguards who had just returned home almost midnight, Kaia and Rhett became aware.

At the dinner table there are only Kaia, Rhett, Reana and Rajendra minus Abi who have flown to Massachusetts Institute Technology.

"Ndra, are you really peeling five kilos of potatoes?" rhett asked while biting Kalasan fried chicken made by Kaia and Reana.

"really Oom. Didn't you see I've been kayaking Mr Potato in a toy story?" rajendra replied while manyuning.

Mr and Mrs Potato Head

"Honey, Mrs potatanya in England" ledek Reana.

"Yes you know. Two weeks ago I could not routinely call Aruna because it was tired first. Right said Oom Ai, brutal there" said Rajendra.

"Do you want to move to college?" ask Kaia.

"Hohoho, no Auntie. Just this way, how come it's bright? Not the Rajendra type to give up in a field that he likes!"

"Good! If you're tired, tell us so you can move to another college." Rhett looked at his nephew.

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Rajendra as usual is ready in his post. As the bottom junior, he was in charge of preparing a lot of foodstuffs moreover he preferred practice over theory. Live practice is much more fun than theory.

Accustomed to the cooking system style of Oma Rain and Mama Sekar who always say 'enough' if cooking except cakes and pastry, making Rajendra rely on instinct and cooking experience from a small.

"Mcloud!" call one of his seniors.

"Yes senior?" During the one-month orientation period, Rajendra was required to call his upperclassman 'senior'.

"The potatoes you peeled last night, good. Non-blackening. Good job! Well, it's onion's turn."

Rajendra stares horror at a pile of Bombay onions that he estimates are three kilos. Jeez nagaaaaa! For the sake of all the inhabitants of McCloud Castle! Can I bring my kejer!

"Good senior!" Rajendra prepared to peel the onions. Yesterday potatoes, now Bombay Onions, tomorrow what? Tail bean? The laziest if told to cut the tail bean sprouts. Although the bean sprouts here are clean, but the teachings of Oma Rain and Mama Sekar who always cut the tail of the sprout with their hands often make me emotional! Did I ask Abi to help build a tail-tail-cutting robot?

"Bec...Jen...Dra" a feminine voice makes the daydream plus Rajendra's Omelette crumpled. He saw a sweet girl of his age coming closer with a knife.

"Who are you?" ask Rajendra cuek. To be honest, he was the most lazy to memorize the name of a new person. Habits that make Sekar and Arjuna anxious.

"Gosh, Jendra. Time forgot? I'm Anna, your old friend. We met during the re-registration" said the girl named Anna. "Anna Rudd."

"Oh." Rajendra continues the Bombay onion stripping event, ignoring Anna's gaze.

"You know, now we have to be partners. There's an announcement on the board. Today we have to peel the onions of Bombay." Anna still invites Rajendra to chat even though the teenage boy is indifferent and still concentrates on peeling.

"You're English, right? Your logic is the most different. Why didn't you go to college in London? There's also a good campus, even all the way here."

Rajendra just kept quiet listening to the babble of the girl next to him who now took part in peeling the onions Bombay.

"You're a rich kid, huh? Why not take your father's company, even go to college in Culinary. If I were you, it wouldn't be hard to go to college here."

Rajendra glanced at the girl next to him. Do you know what he knows about my passion?

"Rajendra, why are you quiet?" Anna looked towards the handsome teenager.

"I work with concentration and silence. Let's get it over with." Rajendra kept peeling the onions with his cake.

"Padahat exciting you know working while chatting. Are you really a rich kid? You see, you were picked up by two people on a Range Rover" Anna said.

"It's cool that you're a rich kid. Who are your parents? I'm curious."

Rajendra was silent. He is the laziest if there are people who are spoiled by the wealth of his family. Only sincere people see who he is, not what he is. And that's just Aruna Kenes Lewis.

"Rajendra, whose son are you? I mean which family?"

"I'm my mom's son. It was clear" replied Rajendra cuek and subconsciously half the bucket he finished.

"Your family means me" Anna said.

"My family? Why do you want to know who my family is? What do you mean?" Rajendra turned his head while narrowing his eyes.

"Can be a partner to open our restaurant later let alone you have a lot of capital" said Anna.

Rajendra. Most annoyingly, there are people thinking like this.

"Although I am a rich man's son, there is a pride in building a business from my own pocket money instead of relying on my parents. And you can only dream of becoming a culinary business partner with me because I don't like it that way." Rajendra stood up while carrying a bucket of shelled Bombay onions.

"Gini day without the help of parents can what? Especially if your parents are rich, use them! Whose wealth would they be to you if not to you!" ledek Anna's.

Rajendra stopped at the door and turned around. "If that's what's on your mind, then you're asking the wrong person. The rich are my parents, if you consider my parents rich. But I'm not rich myself because I haven't made my own money. And I won't count on my parents' wealth. In our family, we have our own rules."

"It's so arrogant of your parents!"

Rajendra. "You want to insult me whatever but not both my parents! Know what you are! Just two weeks of school together you've been acting!" Rajendra's brown eyes stared coldly at Anna's blue eyes.

"Rajendra..."

"We're just college friends nothing more!" Rajendra came out of the preparation room with an annoyed face.

Anna smiled smirk. Just look at Rajendra. I know you're not a random kid. I'll make you bend your knees to me.

***

Again Ian and Amir saw Rajendra's face as if to eat people. If yesterday like potatoes, today like eating chili rice one quintal.

"Are you okay, sir?" ask Ian who's now driving. This Friday, Rajendra came home early at five in the afternoon.

"I'm not okay! Ian, where would Abi practice krav maga or aikido?" ask Rajendra. I have to take this guy!

"Master's going to the Dojo?" ask Amir to make sure.

"Yes! Where's the Pratomo family dojo?"

"We're escorting them because the guards usually train there" Amir replied.

"Good! I'm again fashion wants to slam people!" rajendra seringai.

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