Trapped in Love Razia Pak Police

The Part 23

Both Ceisya and Zafran were silent in the kitchen. Ceisya as a guest became confused because he had not memorized the corners of Zafran's house. The host is like a bodoamat.

"Why do you shut up anyway, Om?" ceisya said in an annoyed tone.

"Well..why should I?"

Ceisya rolled his eyeballs perfectly. As in his mind, the men did not know about cooking.

His eyes looked for the refrigerator. Ceisya walked towards the corner of the kitchen when he had found the whereabouts of the thing he was looking for.

In the refrigerator, Ceisya could not find the ingredients to make chicken satay. Especially chicken meat. Like they have to shop for chicken meat only because the ingredients to make fried rice are available.

"Where are we going to find chicken, Om?' ceisya asked, closing the refrigerator door.

"You're just asking me." said Zafran.

"What the hell do you know?!"

"I? I can shoot the enemy on target." replied Zafran.

"You're better suited to be an Army than a cop."

"What are you doing here?" reprimanding Mama Tina when she saw the two humans are different gender is like arguing.

Ceisya gawked away leaving Zafran standing by the refrigerator. "Son Emi wants to make food, Tan." replied Ceisya as he approached Mama Tina who was near the stairs.

"It looks like your brother is cravings. He just keeps it up when it's like this or at night. Usually in the middle of the night she asks her husband to buy her a rickshaw on the side of the road." Mama Tina's story recalls last night.

Ceisya seemed to grimace slowly imagining it. "Everyone's pregnant like that, Tan?"

Mama Tina smiled towards Ceisya. "Not everything is like that. Only part of it. You'll understand when the time comes."

The clueless Ceisya changed the direction of the speaker. "I'm gonna ask you a question, Tan. Where there are those who sell chicken meat. You see Kak Emi wants to make chicken satay from chicken village" asked Ceisya because usually mothers must know the ins and outs.

"Ayam kampung huh? The feeling is at the end of the road. Only problem is that the road there is a little damaged." replied Mama Tina little know. "Or you buy directly in the market only. There's definitely there. But, yes so. Had to wait in line because the chicken stock was not much."

"Jaudah. Let's buy it at the end of the road." said Ceisya decided.

"Yes, that's better. In addition to saving money, it also saves energy.later the trip is delivered by Zafran only."

"Must, Tan. You want us both to cook it."

"alright. Zafran, ask Ceisya to find a chicken village at the end of the road here. You can use your motorcycle if you want to hurry. If you use a car later it is difficult to turn around, and also the road is not possible."

"Yes, Ma." replied Zafran resignedly.

"Pamit first yeah, Tan." Ceisya shook Mama Tina's hand before leaving.

While waiting for Zafran to take out the motor from the garage, Ceisya first came out and waited in the yard of the house. Ceisya did not bring his bag and cell phone for fear that it would be troublesome later.

"Handle" Zafran warned. The path they were walking on was already quite broken as it approached its place.

Ceisya tightened his grip on the end of Zafran's shirt. He kept mumbling. Not because of dirty or disgust. But, Ceisya was really tormented back there.

After going through a journey full of holes and stones, they finally arrived. Ceisya was quite impressed. The atmosphere is very cool and comfortable like being in a village. Understandably, the place is very quiet, there are only a few houses around it.

Not long came out a middle-aged man wearing a slightly dull shirt. Understand just a farmer.

"Sorry, Sir. I want to ask, is this really the house that usually sells chicken?" ask Zafran politely.

The father smiled. "Yes right. Do you want to buy chicken at my farm?"

Zafran turned towards Ceisya and smiled. "Rubber, sir."

"Just go back, let's go back! You can choose which." the Father let.

"Come, sir." replied Zafran while following in the footsteps of the Father.

A smooth glimpse of the street next to the house that connects it to the back. But, when it got to the back it was apparently quite clean unlike what they imagined if the chicken coop was very dirty.

"Please see which one you want. Later when it's finished, tell me, Dad?"

"Good, Sir. Thank you." replied Zafran and Ceisya compact.

Ceisya and Zafran split up to look at the rooster. Ceisya looked on the right side while Zafran on the left.

"Ihh! Um!" ceisya's strangulation made Zafran immediately run towards him.

"What's wrong?" ask Zafran worriedly.

"The chicken defecated inside." said Ceisya excited.

Zafran, that guy just fell off the top of the tower. So much so that Ceisya when he saw chickens pooping in the cage.

"Ihhh, Om! Here you are!" whining Ceisya when he saw Zafran being indifferent.

Zafran turned his body around and saw Ceisya. "Why again?"

"Hehee, no. This one, Om. He just finished defecating. It'll be clean."

His thoughts and brain were indeed slightly different according to what Zafran had expected. Sometimes Zafran was so surprised to see the response given Ceisya different. Seriously, o'on. She thinks Ceisya is so adorable when she's in o'on mode.

"The name of the chicken can be clean if it has not been cut" said Zafran.

"Has, cut it now, Om." as always Ceisya.

"If you want to cut the chicken it can not be careless. First, it must be men who cut it and of course the intention." explained Zafran who had changed professions.

"Do'a eat can, Om?"

Plastikk

Zafran flicked Ceisya's forehead with his anxiety. "God! I'm not done with this brain of yours." he said, touching Ceisya's forehead. "Here, what's it all about? Why is the owner so o'on."

"Hehee.it is clear the contents of the skull and yes there are many others including my precious brain. So..." Ceisya paused and then he caught Zafran's index finger still at home on his forehead. "My head should not be touched carelessly."

"I just touched your forehead not your head as long as you know it." Zafran replied scowling.

"That's the same, Om. The forehead is also part of the head."

"The head and the forehead are different. You didn't see? The head is overgrown with hair while your forehead is not. That's not part of the head. Do you want your forehead covered with long hair like this?" Zafran stroked the end of Ceisya's hair.

Ceisya slightly retreated backwards. "Jas. If the forehead is not part of the head. Let me separate your forehead later, Om. Then...want you keep where your forehead is? Ckck! You're such a bitch, Om." Ceisya said. "Definitely in school you like to truant, huh?" asked Ceisya while narrowing both eyes.