THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

XLvii Parts

The smell of cooking in the kitchen. Azka who had just returned from the mosque rushed towards the source of the scent. Arriving at the kitchen door he saw Via sauteing vegetables.

"What cooking, Vi? It smells tempting, nih," Azka said.

"Just saute the kale, really. Who is tempted?" reply Via.

"Kok. Sauteed kale shrimp is yummy. Eits, I'm tempted to be. Maghrib's still a long time, huh?"

Via glared at Azka. He was anxious with the behavior of the man who was still wearing the cocoa shirt.

"Just like a child" said Via.

"Belvin. It's wrong of you to flirt with the aroma of cooking."

"If I don't cook now, what do you want to eat?"

"Hehehe.... Yeah, deh. Uh, what else to cook? A squid?"

"Kok know?"

"Tuh, there's a squid," Azka said as she pointed at the squid that Via would clean.

"Oh, yes. Want to cook squid oyster sauce. Azka loves seafood, right?"

Azka smiled and nodded. He took the squid and cleaned it.

"Udah, let it be Via. Mas Azka ntar dirty coke shirt."

"Died bathing again, all right. Koko's clothes are washing. There's no problem. Here I help. What's that got to do? Peeled onions?"

"Can you?" ask Via not to believe.

"Eh, don't get me wrong! I'm Chef Aisyah lo's assistant."

"Who is Chef Aisyah?"

"His wife is Dr. Haris" Azka replied.

"Yes eelah. Mother, to?"

Azka was grumpy because it managed to make Via confused.

"Mas Azka can cook too?" ask Via.

"obviously could. Cook water? Small.." Azka said as she flicked her finger.

"Huuu. Cooking vegetables and side dishes?" challenge Via.

"could. Not much, anyway. If only fried tempeh, chicken, ordinary. Sauteed? Easy."

"O yeah? Fried sambal, rendang, opor, ...."

"Stop! That's tricky. I can only be simple."

Via laughs. He feels funny when Azka looks grim after showing a high level of piquancy.

"Bikin fruit soup, dong!" pinta Azka's.

"Can. Try Mas Azka see any fruit in the refrigerator."

Azka according. He opened the refrigerator door to check the availability of fruit.

"Apples, pears, melons, and dragon fruit. But the dragon fruit is only one, the melon is half. Apples and pears are still quite a lot" Azka said.

"Enough, really. Please get expelled, Mas."

"Ready, Miss Boss."

Via just laughed a little. He looked back at the squid and prepared to cook the squid with oyster sauce.

"You guys peeled, huh?" ask Azka.

"Can. Cut into pieces is better."

Azka also according. He began to peel the pears. Meanwhile, Via who was cooking the squid did not pay attention to what Azka was doing. He did not know that the man was peeling fruits because he meant to just joke.

"Now you're cooking pinter, Vi? When you come here, you can't do anything. Don't cook, just clean up confused."

Via chuckled. It recalled the times he took a crash course of housework to Ratna.

"On cooking, this is taught by Chef Aisyah. Thanks to her free course, I was able to cook. If it's about washing, Ratna's the one who's out of her fingers" Via said.

"It's appropriate to be a housewife," ledek Azka.

Again, he laughed a little. This time his cheeks were red.

"Vi, are you married to Surya, Om Andi's nephew?" ask Azka.

"Just asked that, surprised like seeing a pocong. How about seeing Kunti?" Azka Mummings.

Via turned his body. He was surprised to see Azka peeling the pear.

"Eh, really peeled? In fact, Via was just kidding you."

"It's just gini, small. I'm the one with the fruit soup, anyway. Uh, my question hasn't been answered."

"Which one?"

"Ah, you forgetful! That, about Surya. Are you married to him?"

Forehead Via shriveling. There was something strange about Azka's question.

"So marriage? Is there a plan to marry me to that guy?" ask Via back.

Azka. He forgot that Via was not told about the matchmaking problem.

"Eh, that. I heard you had to marry in order to become the majority shareholder of your father's. Yesterday, Surya came. Who knows if he's calling you?" azka replied trying to curl up.

Via widened his eyes. A moment later, he laughed.

"Maybe Mas Azka think so. Kan Mas Surya yesterday just happened to follow his om. We just met playing bed?"

"Who knows? It could be Om Andi proposing to his niece."

"Hhmm. but no, really."

"If so, do you want to accept the proposal?"

"Kan. If so, Mother must be telling the story."

"I'll say that yes. It's possible that next week his parents are here proposing to you."

"Ih, Mas Azka Bawel. If it were, Via wouldn't."

"Why?" Less handsome?"

Via pressed his lips. He made an annoyed expression.

"What, anyway? What time does the face problem take? It's not that."

"Then?" chase Azka.

"The impression that Via got yesterday is not good, huh? From the appearance alone, Via is not sreg. Mas Azka will know, Mas Surya's hair is long and painted. What Via doesn't like more, he's tattooed. Indeed, not always the appearance reflects personality, but-essentially Via sreg. The conversation is also less exciting. Maybe because I just met. Well, the point is that Via isn't interested. Uh, this is a hunch, huh?"

Azka nodded. A faint smile adorned his lips.

"Cock-smile?" ask Via suspiciously.

"There's nothing, really. Uh, is this enough?" Azka showed me pieces of fruit to divert the conversation.

"Mostly even. Mas Azka will have to spend!"

"Huh? By himself? Don't be cruel to me, Vi! Do you have a heart when I have a stomachache?"

"If it doesn't end, Mas."

"Bantuin, dong!" pinta Azka.

Via chipped and replied, "Who's keeling, who's peeling?"

"I don't know how much is needed."

"Mistake it yourself" said Via quickly.

"Benefit. I've helped you."

Via glanced at Azka then laughed as soon as he saw the guy's face.

"Yes. But help me clean up the kitchen, yeah!"

"Ready, boss!" exclaim Azka while smiling widely.

They also continued the work of preparing the iftar dish. So engrossed, neither Via nor Azka realized anyone noticed their familiarity. A pair of eyes that were staring with dislike gazes.

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