Thin Differences

Cooking Skills

The girl began to feel something was hidden since being invited into the villa. That Master's call to Daffa was the first thing that shocked him.

On the same day the girl said she had borrowed a motorcycle from someone else. But with a call from a girl who has worked in the villa it makes the contents of the head there is a big question mark.

Want to apologize but there was a considerable sense of prestige in his heart. There would definitely be some awkwardness after those words were spoken.

When Daffa finished arranging the work on a plate and looked very beautiful to make the appetite reappear. The young man took the snack to the dining room without taking off the apron he was wearing.

The girl immediately returned to her seat. He pretended not to see what he had seen in the kitchen.

"Eat, it's also freshly cooked." Tell Daffa to approach the girl who had seen the attractions he made.

"So this is all you're cooking?" Asked the girl to look at the entire body of Daffa who walked up to her.

"So you can cook?" Ask the girl again.

"Hem." Daffa replied briefly.

"You're a man, don't you want to cook? Ask Yasna curious.

"Do what shame. Everyone has their own skills or talents." Daffa Obviously.

"Even if shame is our only ability will not give up cooking to die of hunger?" Dreadedly.

"All male female male female status now has more equal status." Clearly again.

"Fastly eat before it gets cold. If it's cold it doesn't taste so good." Pinta Daffa's.

The girl took the food that had just been placed in front of her. It could not stand the smell of the food making him even more hungry.

The slight embarrassment towards having judged the young man a little bad. His non-conceited and haughty appearance sealed off the true identity he had on him.

His knowledge may be broader than he currently estimates. This girl thought she might just be someone with a narrow judgment.

This girl's stomach was already very full could be said to be full. He refused to stand from his place now.

It did not taste good either after eating for free like this he immediately went to the room. This girl also decided to clean all the food containers and cooking utensils in the kitchen after her stomach was a bit loose.

"Still laper or do you eat?" Ask Daffa by leaning his back against the chair he was sitting in.

"Go back to your room and rest." Further.

"No, thanks. I'm already so full." Reject Yasna to stand up and clean the table.

"Stop!" Daffa's orders when he saw the girl start cleaning the table.

"Why?" Ask Yasna curious.

"You can't do it." Ban Daffa.

"There problem? Or do you think I've never done a rough job like this?" Yasna asked a little emotion.

"No. It's not like that, you're here as a guest. Guests must be well served." Obviously Daffa who felt as the Host was offended.

"Alright if you consider me a guest." Yasna.

"If you still say that don't ever think of me as your friend!" Daffa said with a little emotion as if he knew that there would be other events that could have needed his help.

"Eat and sleep here if you want to return the favor not in that way. Just obey all my words." Said again.

The young man finally stood up and cleaned all the utensils and cookware he used. Daffa did not want to create a awkwardness between them after dinner.

Unlike what he expected, they could only get along in a matter of minutes and not more than an hour. Yasna not only does not want to hang herself above the work of others.

When he found out that the young man with him had a status that he knew was higher, the girl tried to make a distance. Even the distance as a friend or friend he feels inappropriate.

"Where do you have such great cooking skills?" Yasna asked who was trying to melt the atmosphere.

"I was taught by both my parents to always be independent." Daffa replied cut off.

"All parents teach their children that way." It was clear that Yasna had made the young man who was cleaning his tableware laugh crisply.

"You're right." Daffa.

"What kind of school do you want to go to in the department of gourmet?" Yasna asked curiously the longer she frowned at the sign of thinking.

"But even if the school is there they will not make food with recipe creations like this." The next one who still does not believe.

"That's what you know." Reply to Daffa by pointing the girl with the index finger.

The foam in the young man's hand hit Yasna's face by accident. At that time the girl was indeed secretly approaching wanting to see the workings of the Youth. Not peeking anymore but seeing clearly.

"So wet, right?" Shouted the girl who was made as if she was furious.

"Say you don't want to wash this equipment anymore." He said again with a sniff.

"Good thing my clothes aren't wet." Further again.

Hearing that last sentence Daffa deliberately pointed a little water at the girl's arm. Deliberately done on his arm not on the chest because he knew the girl with a good heart.

"Yes, you're right I've been lazy to wash it." Daffa said as he struck the girl's arm repeatedly with his palm leaving behind quite a lot of water.

"Well, right now?" Yasna's Complaints.

"It's easy to change clothes." Reply Daffa with ease.

"Emang you think I brought a change of clothes, you know I brought a change of clothes!" Keto.

"Yes next time we're on vacation here again Ok. I'll tell you to bring a change of clothes." Said Daffa who was still indifferent while continuing his clean-up activities.

The girl started to feel cold but she held it back. The wind on the beach the night it is getting very cold.

The girl did not want others to feel burdened with her own problems so she just kept it neat with her smile. Similarly this time he was unwilling to trouble the young man who was currently with him.

The young man with a glance saw already knew Yasna felt a chill all over her body. Especially on the part that is exposed to water has just been definitely cooler.

Daffa finished his work as soon as possible. He does not want a good girl to feel suffering in his environment while with him.