My son Mak'Comblang

14. Polkadot Pink's

“Emang can?” Rio whispered softly

“Kalo mommy doesn't mind.” Sisil deliberately repeated with a loud voice the sentence that Rio often used.

Rio scratched his head that was not itchy. Realizing Sisil was mocking him.

“by kok, all eat malem here aja mas.”

“Seriously nih can?”

“Udah ayoo Om, log in.” Sisil pulled Rio's hand into the house.

Lala invited Rio to sit in the guest room, she went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Sisil took a bath, went into the greetings, took clothes and towels and went into the bathroom next to the kitchen. Leaving Rio sitting alone in the guest room.

Actually Rio is not alone, because Lala's house is very simple, the distance between the living room and the kitchen is only separated by the dining table. So that Rio could clearly see what Lala was doing.

“What do you want to cook La?”

“What yes? I'm also confused?” Lala stared at the contents of her refrigerator. It is full of all kinds of food. Lala was struck by nervousness, as she felt noticed by Rio, her brain was blank instantly.

Rio came over to Lala who was still staring at the contents of the refrigerator.

“Can I help you? If you don't mind..”.

Isssh... Do I have to go on a diet???? I mean, heavy mu...

“Emm... Can Mas Rio?”

“Cash? Mutely. Although used to live alone, but I do not really like snacks or buy food outside. Home cooking is the best.... Here, try me to see.”

Rio squatted in front of the open refrigerator. His eyes looked at the contents of the refrigerator.

“This can be made capcay or soup, chicken can be fried flour trus we love sweet sour sauce.... Hemm, it looks good... Or if you want more practical we can make pasta. What do you want us to do La?”

Rio got up to his feet, facing right in front of Lala who was still staring in front of the refrigerator.

Lala looked at Rio, because of the very close distance, she could see the thick eyebrows, the sharp nose and the sexy lips of Rio. And for the umpteenth time, his heart was beating very fast.

“La, really dumb.... La... Lala..” Rio shook Lala's shoulder slowly.

“heeh... Mas said what?”

“I asked, we want to cook what La?”

“Terdenah Mas Rio aja.”

“Lho who I am? Yes already, make capcay same sweet sour chicken yaa.. I'm the cook, you help yaa..”.

Lala agreed.

“Can I use?”

Rio pointed at the pink polkadot apron.

“by.... But that's the color..”.

“Pink?!... Yes no problem La, the color of this apron will not change the taste of my cooking later.

“nih...cool if I use??” Rio raised his eyebrows.

“iya... Mas Rio cool..”.

Suddenly Rio's face flushed red, hearing Lala praise him.

Cooking activities began. Rio deftly started to cut the chicken breast into pieces, then washed it, making a flour batter, without any hesitation clawing at all the ingredients.

Lala who was helping weed the vegetables moved rather slowly, because her attention was often diverted towards Rio. Unintentionally, the knife he was wearing injured his index finger.

“aoouuu..” Fresh red blood flowed from Lala's fingers. The feeling of pain spreads for a moment.

“Yes!!” Rio pulled Lala's hand, wiping it, trying to stop the blood coming out. After feeling no more blood coming out, he cleaned Lala's hand in running water, drying it with tissue in the kitchen.

“You have plaster for wounds?” Rio's face is still worried.

“There.” Lala pointed to the short drawer next to the refrigerator.

Without letting go of Lala's hand, Rio searched for plaster with his other hand. Then apply the plaster very carefully.

Lala just kept quiet to see what Rio was doing. He no longer felt any pain in his fingers. He was instead enjoying the attention given by Rio.

Rio started to get immersed in his cooking activities. His hands are dexterous, really there is no sense of awkwardness when using kitchen tools. Lala is getting fun to enjoy the visuals of Rio who increasingly looks cool.

Sisil came out of the bathroom, already wearing casual clothes. Surprised to see Rio who was focusing on cooking using his mother's pink polkadot apron.

The idea of jail crossed his brain.

“Bu pinjem hape dong.” Whisper Sisil in her mother's ear.

“Make what?” Lala whispered.

“You need to know Adit PR.”

“Ooo... Nihh..”.

Sisil doesn't have his own cell phone, so he'll usually borrow his mother's phone to communicate with Adit.

Sisil pretended to write a message, even though he was aiming at the camera phone towards Rio. After being satisfied to take a picture, Sisil sent one of the pictures to Adit.

Mother: (picture) agree ga if this is my papa? - this is sisil-

Adit: busett.... Wkwkwkk....

Adit: but do you want to be the same as Om Rio?

Adit: If I am yess...👍

Mother: sipp... Please pray and support...

Mother: Btw, pr ipa has worked blom?

Adit : jeez... Forgot me. Tq yes... I'm working dlu. Adios.

Sisil returned Lala's phone. Rio had already finished his cooking, was arranging the food on the dining table assisted by Lala.

“Still mom.... Viiha... Eat her malem nyaaa.... Mevahh euy.”.

“may you like yaa..”

“kalo every day kayak gini mah, mom can be really heavy ni...bwahahaa..”.

😘😘😘😘

“Mas Rama, according to mas, if Lala is not the same mas Rio?” Shinta helps Rama to release his tie.

“Let them close by itself Shin. Rio already knows better what he wants.” Rama's hand caressed his wife's cheek.

“but at what time? Mas Rio is old mas.”

“you think I'm old Shin?” Rama kissed Shinta's ranum lips.

Shinta shakes. “You have always been young and mighty my dear.” Shinta smiles.

Rama again kissed his wife's friendly, gentle kiss that slowly turned into demanding. Rama's hand was already at the nape of Shinta, pressing her to deepen their hot kiss. One hand was already behind Shinta's blouse, squeezing the hill there.

“Mamaaaa...” arrived Adit's voice sounded like he was running towards the door of Rama and Shinta's room.

By reflex Rama breaks away from Shinta, taking wide steps towards the door, intending to lock in before his son lunges in.

Bruuukkk...

“aaaooooouu..” restrained shout from Rama.

Rama's body was slammed backwards, he held his head that was broken because hit by the door that arrived opened by Adit.

“Papa what's going on there? Stay in bed pa, not on the floor.” Adit said without knowing what he was doing.

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