The Bridge Of Love

CHAPTER 48 Fish In Fowl

"How is this?" miranda murmured.

He stared at the fish he had just taken out of the refrigerator. In the refrigerator there are some food. However, only the fish are clean. One whole tail that is ready to be executed, there is a string in the flesh of the fish and also spiced.

He chose fish because the beef is still in large chunks and frozen, as well as chicken that is still in a state of uncut. Lazy to cut, rather do not know to execute the food.

Miranda's stomach was already very hungry. He who never cooked tried to make his own food.

He started to light the stove, put down the pan and filled it with oil. After feeling the hot oil, he began to throw the fish into the frying pan.

"Let's!" miranda shouted as she splashed the hot oil. He only uses the hotpants and crop top of the Carnations. Yes, he took the clothes that were in the closet of Carnation's room.

The explosion of oil is more and more, eager to turn off the stove but the oil is constantly exploding. He could only shout by brandishing the spatula he had in his hand.

"How's this? How's this!" rancau Miranda's. He panicked, the oil continued to explode like fireworks.

Renan walks into the apartment and sees the chaos inside. "What are you doing?" he approached Miranda.

Renan immediately turned off the stove. Looking at the Oil scattering on the floor as well as around the stove, he frowned. I don't know what the girl did to make that mess.

"I'm hungry, I'm just trying to cook" Miranda explained as she looked at Renan's angry look.

"Cooking or war?" cibir Renan's. He started to clean up the mess. Oil is scattered in all directions.

"I don't know why it's like this" said Miranda.

Renan looked at Miranda. "If you don't know how to cook, why don't you order food?" He was still upset with the girl.

Miranda lowered her head. "I don't know how to order food" she explained in a soft voice.

Renan widened his eyes in disbelief. He just sniffed. "What could you!"

Renan was still busy cleaning up the scattered oil. Miranda feels guilty, she's trying to help Renan. Take a washcloth and wet the washcloth with water, then help clean the oil splashes.

"What are you doing? You clean the oil with water? Are you so stupid? Clean the oil with the opposite water!" cibir Renan's.

Miranda threw the wet lap soft that she was holding. "I just want to help. Why are you so rude to me? What wrong? Why did you make me stupid? What makes you hate me so much?" he shouted with dewy eyes. Upset that Renan is so outrageous to her. He just met a man who hated him so much.

Tears began to trickle down Miranda's smooth cheeks. Renan was a little choked up to see the crying girl. Tears were unceasingly coming out of his eyes.

"I ...." Renan can't say anything anymore. I don't know why his tongue was so muddy that Miranda looked so sad.

"Sorry to trouble you. You take it easy, tomorrow you won't see me again. You won't be bothered by my existence anymore!" miranda firmly while removing the tears on her cheeks.

Miranda left the kitchen and went straight into Carnation's room. He fell down and covered his head with a pillow. Continuing the unfinished crying.

Renan just breathed slowly. He's a little unbearable with that girl. Start opening the refrigerator door and grab some chicken and some other groceries. Renan started cooking simple dishes.

Miranda was still lamenting her fate in the room. Remove rough remnants of clear liquid on the face. "I can't cry because of that man!" sengas excited.

He started looking for a cell phone and contacted his assistant. Planning his departure tomorrow. Lucky Cindy agreed to pick him up tomorrow morning. Miranda tells Cindy what happened today, including her arrival at the Carnations office. Cindy can't be mad at Miranda anymore. They will provide clarification as soon as possible. Cindy would compose a sentence to be thrown by Miranda. I don't want the artist to talk wrong again.

“Alright, I will come to the apartment tomorrow morning,” Cindy said.

“Have gone instead of the reporters?” ask Miranda.

“Only a few stay. They think you're coming home tonight,” Cindy said.

“Let them wait. You come quietly!” Miranda.

“Yes, you rest.”

“You too.”

Miranda disconnects her phone call with Cindy. The door to the room knocked. Lazily move the blanket used and walk towards the door. He knew that Renan was coming. Reluctant to open the door however, his position was that of a guest in the house.

“What's up?” miranda asked after opening the door.

“Didn't you say hungry?”

“I cook, too much to eat myself. You can eat it.”

“I'm on a diet.”

Renan sighed softly, not wanting to fight anymore with Miranda. “Dietnya tomorrow only. Last lunch, right? It's midnight, you must be starving. Otherwise, there's no way you're trying to cook.”

“I ...”

“Already, let's eat.” Renan cut off Miranda's words. He pulled the girl's arm towards the kitchen table.

Miranda's eyes widened looking at the dish on the table. “Do you cook all this?” ask without seeing Renan. He was too focused on the three kinds of dishes on the table.

“Ya, eat.”

Renan and Miranda sat facing each other. Miranda took the rice and also the side dishes. He immediately tasted Renan's cooking, his eyes widened as he tasted Renan's cooking. “Enak. How can you cook three types of dishes at once? You delivered huh?” Miranda asked with meat in her mouth.

“What to buy! It's all I'm cooking. Not something complicated either. Only meat ozeng, tofu soup and shrimp oyster sauce,” Renan explained.

“Wah, how can you cook quickly?” ask Miranda enthusiastically.

Renan took the shrimp and moved it to his plate. “These are not one-on-one. The stove is not just one. Cook the soup first, while waiting to overlap can do another. Cut the meat and a little marination. As long as the meat is in the marination, cook shrimp oyster sauce, just need to stir-fry and give oyster sauce after that meat ozeng,” Renan explained.

“Taste you very well,” praise Miranda. No lie, he ate it well. After swallowing his last mouthful, he stared at Renan at a glance. “Sorry to have made your kitchen troublemaker.”

“It's okay. Women are not good at cooking not only you. Carnations are not good at cooking. Although, he's still better than you. At least, he can still fry fish.”

“Yes you're right, I'm stupid,” Miranda said.

Renan bit his lips slowly. “Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You just don't know how to fry it. If frying fish, put before the oil is too hot. Oil that is too hot will make it explode. Strived too, at least half the body of the fish is submerged in oil.”

Miranda just nodded her head. “Someday I'll try it again.” He started lifting the dirty dishes towards the kitchen sink.

“What are you doing?” ask Renan.

“You've cooked, let me do the dishes.” Miranda puts dirty dishes on the sink drainboard.

Renan starts helping Miranda, lifting the rest of the tableware towards the sink. “Do you know how to wash dishes?” tanyanya looked at Miranda.

“Yes, sure,” replied Miranda while taking a sponge washed in soap and rubbing it onto a dirty plate without using a dishwashing holster.

“Really?” asked Renan raising his eyebrows next to her. He put the items he was holding onto the drainboard.

“Ya.”

Renan just chuckled a little. “You should first throw away the leftovers just wash the dishes,” explained Renan.

“Mistaken?”

“Nothing is wrong. It's just, the drain will clog.” Renan took the dishwashing gloves. “Don't forget to use dishwasher gloves. Otherwise, your hands will be rough.”

Miranda raised her foaming hand. Squinting his eyes at a glance and looking at Renan. “Not everyone uses the same way in washing is not?”

“You mean?” asked Renan confused.

Miranda just smiled. “I'll wash in my own way.”

Miranda turned on the faucet, moving all of their used cutlery from the drainboard to the dishwasher bowl. Letting the water sink the dishes. Then, he added dish soap to foam. Miranda washes dishes in the foaming water. He glanced at Renan at a glance and smiled proudly.

Renan chuckles at the way Miranda washes dishes. “If it is like that, your hands will get all wet. Let me help.”

Renan starts putting his hands in the foam-filled bowl sink, trying to help Miranda wash the dishes. The girl did not lift the dish she washed. Renan's hand was drowning in foam, as was Miranda's. Bowl sinks that are not large, plus a plate, make no more space. Renan and Miranda's hands touch each other.

Miranda's hand movements stopped, as did Renan. However, their hands still touched each other. They remained silent for a moment, until they finally looked at each other. Renan's gaze entered into Miranda's netra, looking at her deeply.

“Let me rinse,” said Renan breaking the silence.

Miranda blinked her eyes once. “Ya, so much better.”