SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapters. 27: Cooking Drama

Karen broke away from her friends and headed to where her car was parked. Suddenly, someone called her name and made her turn away. It turned out that it was Marsha who was heading towards him.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Karen a little. However, it is very difficult to forget the fact that the beautiful lecturer was her husband's ex-lover.

"Will go home, will you?"

"Yes, Mom. It just so happens that today's course is over."

"Oh, yeah, you don't know that bunch of students hanging out there?" Marsha pointed at Feril and his comrades sitting on the steps of the faculty building.

Karen's gaze followed Marsha's index finger. "Know, Mom. Senior brother of the fifth semester, right? But just know it, not close" he replied. Coincidentally at that time the position of Feril standing behind him so closed his view.

"It's good that way. Don't get to know them and don't want to be acquainted or near their ma." Marsha tries to warn Karen, as she has just heard that one of them made Darren's wife a bet.

After saying, Marsha also left Karen whose eyebrows curled because she did not understand. Karen got into the car and started the engine. The sudden roar of a cell phone call rang, making him slightly jolted in the quiet broad daylight. Because the tone of the call uses the soundtrack of the film Kuntilanak 3, Lingsir wengi. Usut had a mouth, it turns out that the ringtone Lingsir Wengi is only devoted to the number of calls coming from Oma Belle. That is, the one who called her right now was Oma from her husband.

"Ehem .. ahem .. 1 2 3 test." Karen cleared her throat for a moment before receiving a call from Oma Belle. "Halo Oma," greeted Karen with a voice made smooth like a palace princess.

"Karen, you've finished college, haven't you?"

"E. .. It's just finished, Oma."

"good. Coincidentally Oma again headed to the newly opened Padang restaurant, loh. You come here, aja. Accompany Oma to lunch."

"Where is Oma."

"That's near Batavia PIK. Oma's friends said the food was delicious. We'll see you there, yeah!"

Karen's eyes immediately shone brightly. As he remembered it was a viral restaurant that was widely reviewed culinary content. "Okay, Oma."

Karen went straight to the restaurant in Padang called Oma. It just happens not far from the campus. Fortunately, the streets of Jakarta that afternoon were quite stretchy than usual so make it quickly arrived.

"Darren't coming?" ask Oma as soon as Karen comes.

"No, Oma. I think there's still a clock." Karen sat opposite Oma.

A moment later the waiter came to bring the typical Padang menus available at the restaurant. Oma Belle then immediately poured the rice onto the plate.

"Oma, wait a minute! Want me to take a photo first," asked Karen with a cell phone in her hand ready to take pictures of food on the table to share with her instagram history. He even stood up and moved around the place just to get an interesting photo shooting angle.

Seeing the behavior of his former granddaughter, Oma made a clucking tongue while shaking his head. "Ckckck, people used to eat, yes, pray first. Gratitude to God. Nowadays even food is photographed!" tangent Oma pitched sewot.

Karen just grinned stupidly. Though in his heart refuted Oma Belle's statement as usual.

"Sorry, Oma. Let it go to Instagram!"

"This, this is the behavior of children today who make Oma not out of thought. Children in ancient times if there is food scramble to be entered into the stomach. Today's children even first entered into instagram, facebook, WhatsApp!" toilet Oma while starting to spoon the rice onto her plate. "It's a shame Darren didn't come here. Though there is his favorite menu of small, fried chicken Padang and gulai tunjang. It used to be fitting that he had just returned from London, which he first sought after this," said Oma while taking a piece of Padang fried chicken and gulai soup.

"Oh, so this is Darren's favorite food?" Karen tried it too. Honestly, he is less interested in Indonesian specialties with strong spices. That's because as a child he was used to eating western food.

After lunch with Oma, Karen decides to go home. But before, he stopped by the supermarket to buy stocks of personal needs such as skincare, and hair care. While busy choosing care products, he even passed by mothers who carried baskets full of kitchen groceries. For a moment, he remembered Darren's favorite fried chicken.

"Easy fried chicken cooking, no, huh?" Karen opened google, then traced the recipes of fried chicken typical Padang. "It's easy, huh!" he said while reading the recipe.

With reckless capital, the woman then bought a number of ingredients and spices according to the recipe. Yes, the plan is to make fried chicken for her husband's dinner later. Unfortunately, for Karen cooking is not as simple as reading the recipes that mill around the internet. Evidently, he had spent from four in the afternoon to eight in the evening just cooking fried chicken. The kitchen is used to neat, now suddenly a mess like a tornado attack.

The chicken that has been seasoned and passed through the ungkep process has now arrived at the last stage, namely frying. He sprinkled one by one pieces of chicken in hot oil. The exploding oil made Karen scream in fear. He held the lid of the pot to fortify his face from the splash of oil.

As the chicken frying drama was unfolding, suddenly her apartment bell rang. He left the kitchen to see the guests. It turned out to be Darren who had just returned home.

Facing each other, the couple only looked at each other in silence. Karen gasps to see Darren coming with ready-to-eat food, while Darren is surprised to see Karen wearing an apron while carrying iron silk.

"Are you cooking?" darren asked a little surprised.

Karen immediately hid the iron sutile behind her back. "You bought dinner, huh?" Karen instead asked while looking at the cantongan labeled famous fast food restaurant that the man brought.

Now it was Darren's turn to hide the food he was carrying. "Ah, this was my friend who ordered, kept missing at his desk. When I called, he said to me. So I take it home," he said.

"Oh, that's it." Karen nodded.

For some reason, the atmosphere between them suddenly rattled. Until the smell of scorching scorch that pierced the nose of both.

"What's this smell, huh?" ask Darren while sniffing.

"Yes, it smells so charred." Karen did the same thing while looking for the source of the smell. A second later, his eyes were sharply rounded and he immediately shouted. "Oh, Gosh, my chicken!"

(Oh, Gosh\=astaga)

Karen rushed to the kitchen to look at the chicken that could not be saved anymore. Because, the fried chicken that should have been golden brown turned into pitch black.

Darren who was trailing him from behind, could only help but laugh. But seeing Karen who looked sad, he then rubbed his wife's back.

"Udah, we just eat this," he said while lifting a bag of ready-to-eat food he bought.