The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

Cook

"No!!"

I who was still half sleepy remained unmoved under the blanket when I heard the echoing screams from Om Gibran.

How not to sleep. After shopping last night I was only able to sleep in one morning. And it's only five o'clock. It's too early for me to wake up. Hoaam.

"No!!"

Back that voice was blazing. I still refuse to move. I immediately covered my ears with a pillow.

"Tone! Wake you!"

I heard his voice was closer. Is correct. When I took the blanket down from my face, Om Gibran was standing in the doorway. The man was ready with his work clothes. Is he going to leave this blind early?

"I'm still sleepy, Om."

Seeing Om Gibran's broad steps towards me, I quickly closed my eyes and turned to his back.

"Wake up, or I'm sered you." Habit, nih cogan usually ngem-ngancem mulu. No other way. Wake up the wife in a carrying, or not in elus-elus first let the spirit. This is even screaming. It's a little romantic to be a man.

"Wake up!"

Om Gibran grabbed my blanket and pulled me down forcibly. I was taken to the kitchen and proffered in front of the groceries I bought last night. Bussyet! A lot of it, too, yeah.

"What's that?" ask Om Gibran with a sharp eye.

"Food for a month, Om." Looking at his ferocious looks, I was not sure my answer would be safe.

"I don't like to hoard food. So today you cook all that, and share it with all the workers in this house."

Nah, right? Intention of the heart to laze was hindered. Early in the morning screaming kirain there is nothing, the year is just because of seabreg groceries on the kitchen table.

Ck! Last night also why tuh si Rara did not say that his sister does not like stock staking. The boy did not wake up yet.

Shopping cape cape dapet tired doang. Boro-boro. Praised not. Laki gamburjak!

"Yes. I'll cook." I said ketus. Let it be, the important thing is that he doesn't grumble. Prescription problems I just see the sosmed, or do not ask for help Bik Munah. The important thing is to cook first. Not good lately.

"Don't later. But now."

"Now I haven't had a shower."

"Recipient new bath. Let it be dirty." said Om Gibran full of emphasis.

In my heart I cursed.

"Don't forget to pray first" he added slowly as he passed. Even so I can still hear it clearly.

Huh uh?! Does anyone have a cotton bud? This is not my fault, is it? For what sake is the cold man and the jutek ngingetin me salat? Well, it turns out that religion is too.

"Sorry, Non, Bik Mun's bad luck." Bik Munah's voice surprised me.

I'm turning.

"Yes, Bik, it's okay."

"So what did you tell me?"

"Take all these ingredients" I said, pointing at the vegetables and friends still lying on the table.

"You can Bibik know, this is who's shopping, Non?" The woman with the gray hair looked astonished.

"I." I am very excited to bring. There's no guilt. Because I wasn't wrong. His host is sensi. Even though taro in the refrigerator is fine.

"Oh. Non Tone definitely doesn't know yet, huh?" ask Bik Mun in a soft tone while smiling. So inget Mama, deh.

"Know, really, Bik. Om Gibran doesn't like the hoard of food." I puffed my cheeks, then threw my butt in the wooden chair without a backrest.

"Eh, well, Non Nada still calls him Om. Is Mr Gibran a husband?" The frown on Bik Munah's forehead increased as he asked that.

"Not used to it, Bik. And again I'm comfortable calling it. Yeah yuk, Bik, we're cooking." I brought the vegetables to the sink to wash.

"Let the aunt cook. Non-tone just relax."

"Neverything, Bik. Om Gibran also told me to cook." I'll turn the faucet. Looking at the water I remember. Gosh!

"Bik, I live first, yeah. I'll be back later. Not for long, though."

I ran as fast as lightning up the stairs. Enter the room and go straight to the bathroom to take ablution. Then I carried out the two rakaats that were almost left behind.

I have sinned terribly. Rarely pray, once the prayer at the end of time. The warning! It is strictly forbidden to copy. I don't want to add sins.

After praying and praying, I went back down to the kitchen to help Bik Munah cook.

"Well done, Non, the prayer?" Bik Munah asked while continuing to cut purple oval vegetables.

"When I'm here, it means dong, Bik." I replied with a joke. I helped flip the chicken that was being fried. The hot oil blast made me reflexively pick up the lid of the pan to protect my face.

"Non Tone is funny too, well the guy."

"Not a machine, Bik?"

"Gruesome machines. Like a baby meow."

"Lho .. moustache dong," said I who immediately got a response from Bik Munah. Joking dimeh, but still invite laughter for those who appreciate.

Continuing, I put kale vegetables into a skillet filled with water that has been seasoned with slices.

Only cooked for a few minutes, kale vegetables were lifted. Replaced by cooking lobster.

Busy cooking until it does not feel like the day has begun. Om Gibran also seems to be leaving for the office soon.

"Non, samperin, gih!" Bik Munah nudged my arm as I was focusing on the handsome man in black who was putting a watch on his right wrist.

Want, anyway, samperin. But embarrassed. Fear of being questioned, bete. I hurried to look away as Om Gibran turned to the spot where I was standing.

Turning around, I took a spatula and immediately pretended to be busy. Stirring the lobster in a teplon that is almost mature.

"Can, cook?"

Holy hooch! I almost had my heart removed when suddenly Om Gibran was behind me. The man looked up, then narrowed to see the cuisine I was eating.

"Could, would! Cook the little doang mah." I said as I flicked the index finger of the left hand. The right hand is busy.

"Are you sure it's cooking?" tanyanya smiling smirk looked at me.

"Related, dong."

Om Gibran mangosteen with lips curved down. Disparaging.

"Bik Mun, how to cook today is different, well. Nagaduk lobster just use an oil filter!" om Gibran said with a satire.

My eyes immediately widened.

Suddenly I lifted the thing I thought was a spatula from teplon. Lho? When did this change?

My two eyebrows were almost interlocked to see the oil filter I had used to scrape the lobster stew.

While in the corner Bik Munah laughed satisfied to see me made all-out shame by Om Gibran. Bule the bitch is my husband.

"Bik Mun, today we are enemies!" I put the oil filter into the sink, then walked lethargic up to the room to lock myself in.

I think I'm going to hibernate today.