Not a Widow

Make Cake

After arriving at the kitchen, all the ingredients were ready on the table. Starting from flour, sugar, eggs and others. Mela wears an apron for herself, then she also wears it for Syafira.

"Do you like to make cakes?" ask Mela.

"Like aunty" replied Syafira.

Mela smiled at Syafira. "Alright let's start making the cake. How about we make a birthday cake but auntie has never made one. Can you?"

"Syafira can be aunty, incidentally from small Syafira really like to cook and make cakes" replied Syafira.

Mela nodded. "Tante, we make a birthday cake that is blackforest mini bits aja yes kayaknya it is simple" said Syafira. It's not getting awkward anymore.

"All right"

"First, we have to heat the oven until the temperature reaches 160 degrees" Syafira explained while regulating the temperature of the oven.

Mela was really amazed at Syafira, besides being beautiful, she was also smart to cook. "So much after that what?"

"We have to mix eggs, cake developers and sugar with aunty's high speed."

"This is so that auntie does it" said Mela.

Syafira handed her over to Mela. When finished, Syafira included wheat flour, cornstarch and sifted chocolate powder. Then in the mixer at low speed.

After that Syafira turned off her mixer

"Wah Syafira turns out you are very good at making cakes" said Mela.

"It's usually aunty, probably because Syafira often makes it. So it looks easy." Syafira.

In between the cooking, they were suddenly surprised by Keenan. He went into the kitchen with a towel around his waist, it seemed like he had finished his bath.

His hair was still wet, water dripping from his body, a six pack stomach and a handsome face. Keenan managed to make Syafira gawk. Syafira glanced down. "Astaghfirullah" said Syafira, multiplying his view.

The magic wand Keenan had stood up. Keenan himself was unaware of it.

Mela looked towards Keenan. He took a knife. "Keenan, wear your clothes there" said Mela.

"In the meantime, Keenan wants to see Syafira cook"

"Get into the room or mama cut off your wand" Mela said.

"Wand what do you mean, Keenan has no wand ma" Keenan replied.

Mela pointed down, Keenan looked in her designated direction. "Based on the bird does not know himself, it could be usual for him to appear at a time like this" Keenan said.

"1..2.." haven't had time to finish the count. Keenan has escaped. "Based on a bad boy" muttered Mela.

"Darid you saw him?" ask Mela.

"See what aunt?" Shafira pura did not know. He could be ashamed of himself if he answered he had seen it.

"Let's go, auntie, let's continue cooking"

Syafira took sweetened condensed milk, blackforest paste and melted butter then he stirred it with a spatula until everything was mixed together.

"Tante, does aunt have a baking sheet that measures 22×22×25 cm?" ask Syafira.

"It looks like there's, just take it first."

Mela looked for the pan that Syafira meant. And he found it. Mela gave it to Syafira. Syafira rubs margarine on his wobble. And give baking paper. And on the edge is smeared with margarine and a little wheat. After that Syafira poured his dough into the pan.

Syafira makes her cake very painstakingly. When finished, he put it in the oven.

"Now we have to wait for 20 minutes aunt" he said.

Twenty minutes later, Syafira took out her cake from the oven, then cooled it down. Then Syafira smeared the cake with butter cream. And decorate it with happy birthday writing.

"Well, the birthday cake is ready aunty" Syafira said while showing her cake.

"Next time you can't teach aunty to make a birthday cake?" Pinta Mela's.

"Can be a aunt".

Keenan returned to the kitchen in full outfit. He wears a long-sleeved shirt and rolls it up to the elbow. Makes his good looks multiply many times.

"Well, there's cake, it looks good" Keenan would have picked up the cake.

Plakk

Mela threw Keenan's hand.

"Don't come from comot, wait to be cut first" said Mela.

"It's just tasting doang kok ma" Keenan prepared to poke it. This time, however, Shafira prevented him. Syafira spoke as subtly as possible because otherwise Keenan would have plucked the cake anyway.

"Om Keenan is handsome, if you eat the cake it must be cut first. Don't be comot, okay"

And miraculously Keenan just nodded. Makes Mela flabbergasted. "My son is very easy to be tamed with Syafira" he murmured.

"Ehem yes let's take this cake to the living room, we cut it there" said Mela. Mela brought the cake to the middle room

 

"Oh yes ma, where's papa?" ask Keenan.

"Other father went to bandung, there is business" Mela replied. Keenan nodded in understanding.

 

After arriving at the living room, Mela placed the cake on the table. "When you get the knife, you don't touch the cake" Mela told Keenan.

"Yes yes" replied Keenan.

Now Keenan and Syafira are alone in the living room. Keenan looked at Syafira, making Syafira uncomfortable to be stared at continuously.

"Why did I eat it all?" ask Syafira.

"I just love your face, especially your cheeks. Make an anxiety, not wanting uyel uyel deh" said Keenan. Syafira did not understand.

Keenan held both of Syafira's cheeks. "One day this cheek will be mine" muttered Keenan.

"I mean om?"

"There is" Keenan replied.

Mela returned with a knife to cut the cake. He looked at Keenan and Syafira in turn. It seemed like something had happened when he took the knife.

"Well, now mama cut the cake first"

Mela cut the cake into many pieces. Keenan picked up a piece of cake and ate it immediately.

"Enak and sweet ma, just as he made it" Keenan said as he glanced at Syafira.

"Click om don't make Syafira baper" inner Syafira.

Syafira also took a piece of cake and ate it. After it was finished it turned out in his hands there was the rest of his cream cake. Keenan immediately took Syafira's hand and sipped Syafira's finger with cream cake.

Mela glared at Keenan doing just that. He looked for something, then found a book. Mela clicked Keenan with a thick book.

"Keenan, you are yes" Mela continued to flirt with Keenan with the book.

"Oh my mother, my goodness, my own child is very fierce" said Keenan.

"Where my mother is not fierce, you have abused Syafira" said Mela.

While Syafira he just looked down embarrassed. He didn't think Keenan would do that.

"Decorating how ma, Keenan was just sipping the cream on Syafira's finger. If the name is harassing it like this"

Keenan approached Syafira and kissed her lips briefly. This time it was Syafira. "Basic om bawdy" inner Syafira.

"Keenan, mama does not teach you to pervert like this well" said Mela trying to be patient.

"Indeed, my mother never taught me, but Keenan wanted to be alone" Keenan replied.

"The basis of his brave tuyul son denied his mother's words" said Mela.

"Based on tuyul's mother, dare her to judge her own child"

"Lion Mac" Keenan went inside.

Syafira smiled at the behavior of the mother and child. "Syafira, sorry auntie. Aunty's son has never been in ruqyah so his nature is a bit like a demon" said Mela insinuated Keenan.

"It's okay auntie, we seem to have one thought. Keenan looks like a demon"

Mela laughed, she really liked Syafira because of her honesty and innocence. While Keenan he even grumbled annoyed.

After eating the cake, they talked for a while. Eventually, Shafira had to go home.

"Tante, thank you because aunt has been good with Syafira" Syafira said.

"Same darling, next time here again huh. Aunty wants to learn to bake cookies with you"

"Ready aunt"

"Yes ma, Keenan wants to nganter Syafira first" said Keenan.

"Yes, you guys take heart on the road, and you Keenan bring his bike, don't speed speed"

"Yes mah"

When the shafira was about to leave, Mela stopped him.

"What's the aunt?" ask Syafira.

"Tante forgot it was you, now how many months is your pregnancy?" ask her.

Syafira answered Mela's question

"Three aunty months" said Syafira.

"Oh pantesan is still not visible" Syafira said.

"Yes already syafira pamit first yes aunty" said Syafira.

"Yes dear"

Keenan immediately drove Syafira home. On the way home.

"Oms"

"Yes dear" replied Keenan.

"Do not call dear om, it is better to be called a widow than a darling" Syafira said.

"Why?"

"Geli knows om, from earlier om act sweet continuously" said Syafira.

"Don't I ever tell you, I'm gonna love you and I'm gonna make you fall in love with me. And to make you fall in love with me I'm willing to act sweet only for you" Keenan replied.

Syafira held back her smile. Despite that, Keenan knew that Syafira refrained from smiling.

"Widow, I make sure that cool guy is sorry for showing you up like this. I promise that you are only mine and I am yours" Keenan said.

There was no more talk between them. Until Keenan arrived in front of Syafira's house.

Syafira frowned, in front of her house plastered a car. He knew the car belonged to Adit.

"Why?" ask Keenan.

"Adit.he's here om." said Syafira.

"Addit the kere man?" ask Keenan.

Syafira. Keenan got off his bike then took down Syafira as well.

"I will accompany you to face it, I will never leave you alone." Keenan said with a serious face.

"Thank you, um"

Keenan and Syafira entered the house holding hands. True, said Syafira, inside there is already a Adit waiting for him.

"You did what you did here" Syafira said.

"I'm here to propose to your parents. I'll take responsibility for the boy" Adit said.

Keenan clenched his hands. After what he did he still dared to propose to Syafira. "It seems you're late. Now Shafira is mine. She's already my lover" Keenan hugged Syafira's waist as if he didn't want to let go.

"I can't believe it, even if Syafira has a lover. That can't be you, because Syafira's taste is the same age not om om om kayak you" replied Adit.

"Whatever, but just so you know. I've got the blessing of both of Syafira's parents"

Mah is not what yet.

Adit was surprised, he looked at Syafira but shafira looked the other way. Until arriving "lho nak Keenan with Syafira has returned home" said Vienna

"Yes aunty" Keenan greeted Vienna. Vienna stared at Adit at a glance and then went inside.

"Look, my arrival was welcomed right? Yes it is that in addition to adult I am also handsome and the main point is that I am the future son-in-law of his"

"Om Keenan is indeed very good at acting" inner Syafira.

"Syafira I'm talking to you, alone. Said Adit.

"Don't want to be dit, I want to keep my lover's feelings. I don't want him to be jealous of you who are obviously just my friend" Syafira replied. Syafira also suppresses the word friend so that Adit understands.

But basically a shameless adit, he knelt before Syafira. Then take a ring from his pocket. He opened it and looked towards Syafira.

"It turns out besides kere, this guy is also shameless" Keenan's inner self.

"Syafira I'm here intending to fight..."

"Awhhhh" Keenan pura pura pain. He held his head and acted as if he was really sick.

Syafira approached Keenan. "Why you, baby?" ask her.

"My head comes to light, dear"

Shafira immediately hugged Keenan. He also pura pinched Keenan's head. While Syafira scowled, Keenan smiled triumphantly at Adit. He stuck his tongue out at Adit to mock him.

"Wleees"

"This time you managed to dodge Sya, but not next time" said Adit. Then he left.

After Adit left, Syafira let go of Keenan's head. "Basic widow"

"Om, why don't you just be an actor. The acting was very good" Syafira said.

"I'm acting but there are some serious words. You are my lover"

"Love? Since when did I become your lover?" Syafira.

"Since this second. Now I am yours and you are mine"

"But..."

"Nothing but but an, I'm sure your little heart is so happy when I make you my lover" Keenan guessed.

"How did he know"

"Yes already if that's how I go home first, you're resting not until ketapean. Oh yes one more, every day I will take you to the cafe where you work"

"Hmm well" Syafira agreed.

"I went home to my favorite widow" he said.

"Heart on the way om" said Syafira.

After Keenan came home, Syafira went into his room. He threw himself in the bed. Then remember Keenan's kiss.

Syafira held her own lips, though Keenan only kissed her for a few seconds. But Syafira will remember it continuously.

"you're right om, maybe without me realizing I've fallen for you" murmured Syafira.