Stay with me, Ken!
Meat Sauce
Ceklek (the sound of the door opening)
Ken looked up at the master's door. Sensing the room was uninhabited, Ken walked out of his room to prepare a dinner menu.
"From noon out of the room, there are still people alive" muttered Ken in a loud enough voice. He deliberately talked to himself to reduce his fear.
"Huh," Ken's wide-eyed. He saw the ingredients that have been prepared on the kitchen set bottom really reduced. The meat box was no longer there.
"Where's this?" the question is so panicked.
Ken looked in the bottom left right, maybe the box happened but the result was nil. He opened the fridge again, checking the piles of boxes of side dishes one by one.
"God! Why are you here again," she was so shocked.
He frowned, twitching his eyes. Ken believes it was removed before he entered the room this afternoon.
"Why is the meat frozen again. Means this box's been moving places for a long time,"
"Who moved this box?" ask Ken to shudder. He looked at the upper room with a sharp look.
"If he comes out, I can definitely hear his voice. From now on I didn't hear any sound in the kitchen" whispered Ken who made his hair goosebumps more.
"Oh my God, why is this horror? Is this house really inhabited by dedemits other than the strange creature that one?" pekik Ken was almost desperate. He did not stop thinking, why the strangeness after strangeness continues to occur in this house?
Ken remembered his mother's message, in a state of fear like that had to pray a lot so as not to dissolve in the atmosphere. So to dispel his fear, his mouth did not stop pouting, reciting the verse of the chair which he had repeated many times and repeated again.
"Frozen touts like this how can it be fried? If it's cooked, what does he want to eat? Time yes tellor clap again. Breakfast and lunch have made the eggs worse. If I make it again, I might be the one who gets annexed. Ah......," Ken is getting upset with the kitchen business that model like this.
While thinking hard, Ken prepared kale and juice seasoning for the employer. Then he looked at the wall clock.
"10 minutes to dinner. Duh how's this?" He thought he was panicking.
"Yes already. Cooked as is,"
Ken browsing on the internet how to process frozen meat. The alternative is quite difficult because it has to use an oven with a certain temperature, not to mention he does not he does not know where his mother keeps the oven and how to use it.
"Heat the pan, pour the oil. Before the oil gets too hot, put the piece of meat in. Fire should not be too big" Ken followed the instructions that were considered the simplest and easiest to do.
As per the instructions, one minute..two minutes. Only the oil seems to be starting to boil.
"Add a little bit of fire," Ken turned the stove button slightly to the right and saw the fire grow slightly.
"Well, this is fitting like that," Ken kept me talking to himself while finishing the cooking.
While waiting for the meat to ripen, he lit another stove to cook the kale.
"Dor....dor. Ken panicked at the hot oil splashes that started going nowhere.
"Duh, how is this?" Her thought. He wanted to make sure the stove was just an explosion that was getting louder. Not burning anymore, Ken's hand hit a hot oil spray from fried meat that is still frozen but.
"Aaaw. His voice is pretty loud. But panic does not overpower his pain.
"Close the pan....where is the lid of the pot? " Ken opens the bottom shelf to look for a fairly large pot lid. As soon as he got the object, immediately cupped it to the source of the explosion.
"Wow, this oil is also hot" cried Ken again. The wok that was supposed to make the kale also started to smoke because Ken spent enough time looking for the lid of the pot.
Rush Ken put the kale spice he had prepared first. Although the smell of the charred has disappeared and the smoke that had billowed has also been sucked by the tools in the kitchen, Ken could not be relieved.
He saw the spice kale that diosengnya was burnt.
"Ah..," Pekiknya again.
But what can he do while the clock continues to turn. Inevitably he also put the kale that has been washed clean in a spice that no longer smells fragrant. The smell of gosong dominated his cooking this time.
"Bismillah, let's hope he's got a sore throat and smearing. So this exotic kale still looks sexy in his eyes and can still dart in his throat because of the lust that controls it," Ken prayed expectantly because he was desperate for his own work.
"Udah. The kale is ready to be served, "Ken put the dishes in a dish and put them on the dining table. Now he checks the meat that he closed a while ago.
"Yes, God. Why is this so?" The look of his flesh was more like an ape's butt. Black on the edges, while the middle is still raw.
"Ih..ih ..ih. With a resigned attitude, he turned the meat so that the other parts also ripened. While waiting, he prepared rice and pre-prepared juice in the refrigerator.
"A ready. I've tried, whatever the outcome, great master, who has the power," Ken thought more and more sadly. The meat from the frying pan with the layered color, Ken also put it on the table.
Having not had time to clean the kitchen and wash the cooking utensils, Ken immediately hid himself back in the room.
"It's time he got out. I can't show myself anymore,"
He rushed into the room and locked the door. Of course he didn't sleep or sit back in the room. As usual, Ken lurks from behind the curtain of the big master's exit so that he can make sure the person sits at the dinner table and devours the menu served,"
"One ...two..," Ken calculates with a frequency set per second. Sure enough, not even counting to ten, Ken saw the door of the upper room open. He saw his mother's employer was wearing a different costume than the clothes he was wearing last afternoon.
The man took a very calm step down the stairs and walked straight towards the dining table.
After a while looking at the contents of the saji hood, his face slightly wrinkled. But it does not show its haunted face. The man did not immediately sit on the chair, he instead stepped towards Ken's room.
Hurriedly Ken withdrew so that the existence behind the curtain was unknown to him. Now he's closing in on the wall, just behind the door.
"Deg," Ken's heart was buzzing right then and there.
"Yes, God. Wrong again me," he patted his forehead again. This time with a voice loud enough to sound like a person was hitting a mosquito that perched and sucked blood on his body.
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Alhamdulillah can add part again, sorry who have been waiting for the continuation of the story. Because there is busyness in the real world, he..he.
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