The God of Gabut

Gathering

Radja's body is still 15 years old, Sutri is curious about his school. They had no children, so immediately considered Radja as his son.

"Radja, do you have a place to stay?" sutri asked with a hopeful expression.

"I have but I'm running away. A lot of annoying waitresses, so I want to experience an ordinary and pleasant life."

Sutri's expression was immediately gloomy, he thought Radja was an abandoned child. Who would have thought he had a high place.

"Wait, doesn't he have a house?"

Sutri comforts himself and tries to persuade Radja to stay with them. "Radja don't you intend to stay with us?" tanyakanya.

With a plain face Radja said, "Alright. I have no destination either" he said quickly, carrying a broom in his hand.

Her sweet smile while carrying a broom made Sutri feel good and happy. Either he's kidnapping people's children or he's finding some luck.

"On condition, give me fried rice every day!" radja said confidently and placed his left hand on his waist.

His height of 160 centimeters was not too high and his face was ordinary. This is the body that Radja wants, she will explore the world in her own way.

Sutri closed his mouth, he did not know whether to laugh or be sad. His expression was so strange to look at.

Since Radja was too sensitive, he just nodded his head.

"What's this for?" tanya Radja is holding a chicken feather duster.

"That's called a duster, you can clean the top that is difficult to reach with a broom."

Radja innocently climbed up the chair and looked over the cupboard, she cleaned it without seeming any objection.

"Damn, being human is really fun. I can do anything interesting!" muttered Radja happy.

The day had started the night, the sale of fried rice today was really bad. There are only 5 buyers including Radja who do not pay.

"Darling, don't be discouraged. We've been through days like this." Sutri gives encouragement to her husband, Hadi.

"Yes, we're both used to this. But now that there's Radja living together, how could I just work like this every day?" ask Hadi slowly. He was really sad for not being able to make Sutri happy.

Even though Radja's power has been suppressed in such a way. His hearing is still very sharp, he can hear everything very clearly.

"I'm a burden, aren't I?" radja asked with a plain face looking at Hadi and Sutri who looked sad.

"No, no, it's not like that. We mean that being poor makes you have to live simply." Sutri tried to explain.

"Alright, I don't care about this mortal life either. The most important thing is that every day fried rice is enough for me" he said.

With a plain face Radja sleeps on the mattress where Hadi and Sutri usually are. Because the house is not too big, there is only one bedroom. So Radja uses the room, while Hadi and Sutri will sleep on the floor.

Radja's knowledge of the human world was very low, so she thought sleeping in their room was an honor.

Early the day before sunset, Radja woke up while rubbing her eyes. "Why is it still night, your sun is truant again huh?" tanyakanya.

No one replies to Radja's question, because now he is not the God. "Oh, I forgot. Now I'm just a smelly boy who doesn't know anything" he said, standing on the bed.

With a slight leap, Radja got off her bed. He came out of the room to find Hadi and Sutri preparing vegetables and cutting cucumbers.

"What are you guys doing?" ask Radja casually.

"We're cooking. Let's help me cut the vegetables" Hadi said with a knife and spinach.

Radja's sword skills are undeniably impressive. He imagined the knife as a sword, his gentle and slow swing made Hadi and Sutri pat the eel.

After the first cut, Radja increased his speed by twofold. Then he increased the speed of cutting it up so fast.

At first Sutri and Hadi did not believe in his vision, he rubbed his eyes and saw all the spinach and cucumber vegetables had been cut with perfect thickness.

"That thing is not a sword. Tools to cut vegetables and meat are usually called knives" Sutri said.

"Oh, knives. Pulling this small object can be very comfortable in the hand. I'll use it all the time, let's show me the vegetables that need to be cut."

Hadi thrusting 10 kilograms of carrots, he gave an example for how to cut them. "Be careful with your hands, knives are not too dangerous. But if you let your fingers off you'll be in big trouble" he said.

Radja nodded her head, knowing this for a long time. With his shrewd sword, Radja cuts the carrot with great speed and precision.

The sun began to show its shape, all the vegetables and preparation for the opening of the stall was ready. Usually they just finish the preparation after 9 am, but because of the presence of Radja they can provide at 6 am.

"Well, it's finally done. It felt very comfortable when using the sword after a long time."

Hadi and Sutri did not respond. As long as Radja is happy, both of them will also be happy.

A beautiful 13-year-old girl opened her car window. "Sir. I bought a pack of fried rice" he said hurriedly.

Hadi dangan deftly directly prepare the skillet and spoon and directly pour the oil. The speed of cooking is ideal for fried rice sellers.

But suddenly, the beautiful lady in the car immediately closed her glass and the driver stuck gas. "Sorry, Sir. I'm running out of time!" his yell.

Radja saw the incident with both eyes immediately remembered when Hadi stopped him.

"The rich are all by themselves. I just put it in a container and the fried rice is ready to eat." Hadi complained while exhaling his breath.

Radja who heard it immediately took the fried rice wrap and closed it. "Let me give it to you!" he said excitedly.

"Where are you going?" ask Sutri.

"Pursue that guy!"

"It won't be possible, they're using a car" Hadi said, shaking his head.

"I'm not giving up." Radja wrapped up the potluck fried rice and immediately put it on the black crackle.

He prepared to run, but Sutri stopped him. "Use this bike. Maybe you need a new mood."

Radja who does not know how to use the bike immediately jumps and swings the pedal automatically. His speed riding a bicycle instead of playing, he drove up to 40 kilometers/hour.

Obviously for a small child size it is not something that is possible.

Radja pedals his bike with the intention of chasing the car. His efforts were not in vain, it turned out that the car stopped at a red light.

With a feisty foot swing, Radja used all her energy. He forgot how to stop using the bike how, finally choosing to crash himself into a lamppost then litas.

"Jedengs..." The sound of a collision between a bicycle and a light pole. Radja's head hit the lamp post hard.

"Oh, the pain!" radja said while holding her head. After a few seconds he stood up like nothing had happened.

Both of his feet immediately stepped onto the luxurious car that the young Miss was driving.

"Open the door, Uncle has made fried rice. PAY UP!" said Radja in a high tone.

Young Miss opened her car glass with a flat expression, she immediately gave a 100 thousand rupiah note.

"Do you want to cheat, pay me 10 grand straight!" shouted Radja who did not know the exchange rate of an item.

The crackle in his hand was thrust violently into the car. "Hurry up!"

"Uncle, do you have 10 grand?" asked the young lady with a flat expression.

The driver at the wheel instantly gives 10 thousand. "Take that rotten fried rice!" said sneering.

Radja released his grip on Kresek and immediately took his bike whose wheels were no longer round.