Handsome Chef Heart Enthusiasts
Chapter XXV (Augusta Wimala)

Every time I fill out a seminar or guest star on an inspiring talk show, I always say one of the tips for success is to dare to experiment. That's what I did for fourteen days. I used to write a recipe book now suddenly slamming the steering wheel of writing a novel. Thank God, I managed to write a 60-page novel in just 13 days. Of course, all thanks to Agatha. 

I have never regretted the exchange of professions with Agatha, despite initial opposition from Yoga. Writing a novel has made me more knowledgeable and experienced. I can't wait to see my novel circulating in bookstores all over Inonesia. How does society respond? It will be a trending topic.

Drrt .. drrttt   

Smartphone lying next to Pijo – name laptop beloved vibrate. I grabbed that thing as fast as lightning. Video call from Agatha. Long live him. I just talked about it, it showed up. I slide the green color phone icon sign I received a video call from him. In an instant Agatha's face appeared on her screen. 

 “Hai, what are you doing? My video call bothers you?”

“Please, you don't bother me. You see I'm glaring at the laptop again just kok.”

“What about your novel? How many pages have you reached?”

“Alhamdulilah, suah up to 60 pages. Ntar night stay nulis ending aja.”

I could clearly see Agatha exuding an expression of shock hearing my words just now. “Wuih, cool. I usually write a novel in three weeks.”

“You are three weeks because the script is 150 pages, I am only 70 pages. Moreover, I have no more work.”

“It remains that for novice writers it is already cool. Bay the way, tomorrow so will you come to my house to teach me to cook?” Agatha shifted the subject.

“So dong. If not, it means the same that I gave five million money to you.”

“Besok good we cook what yes?”

“What do you want to cook yourself?” I even asked him back.

“I like very much sego liwet. Well, I want to learn to cook sego liwet. Can you teach me how to cook sego liwet?”

“Can dong. Tomorrow before I come, you can not prepare the ingredients first. So good we just cook.”

“Beres.”   

Suddenly the video call connection was cut off along with the emergence of emails from Yoga. Bizarrely. Yoga does not usually send emails. If there is anything important he must have called or chat in whatsapp. God-level curiosity, made me touch the incoming email notification.

Yogyakarta, April 13, 2017

To

Chef Agusta Wimala

On-site.   

With respect, though,

Through this letter, I Yoga Pratama, intend to resign from Chef manager Agusta Wimala as of April 13, 2017. I took this decision because something – I can't tell you yet.

I would like to thank you for the opportunity that I have had to work with my manager, and not only that, I also apologize to you and all employees of Bancir noodles if there are mistakes and mistakes that I have made during my work.

I expect to always be more successful and become the best chef in Indonesia.

Respect to me, though,

My eyes glared when I read an email from Yoga. Who is not surprised if the beloved manager has no wind and no storm suddenly sends a letter of resignation. For about six years he worked with me, I never had a problem with him. He must have had a big problem again. Or maybe he resigned because I did not fulfill his request to cancel a professional exchange contract with Agatha? To find the answer, I had to go to the Yoga house. 

*** 

Unlike me, Agatha is in love with another country, Japan. Evidently in the middle of the city of Yogyakarta, he built a house Minka – traditional Japanese house. Almost the same with a typical Banjar house, Minka house also includes a stage house. The location of the difference in the traditional architecture of Japanese homes has its own beauty. The beauty of a traditional Japanese house lies in the aura of tranquility that arises from its design. This traditional Japanese house always looks calm and comfortable to live in. Not only that, these houses always look beautiful and have a close connection with the surrounding nature.

One of the characteristics of traditional Japanese homes is the presence of genkan in every house. Genkan itself is a place where people take off their shoes. When someone takes off their shoes, people step up to the higher floor of the genkan. In addition to genkan there is a shelf or closet called getabako, is a place to store shoes and replace them with sandals at home. It was also found in Agatha's house.

The middle of Agatha house there is a small garden – nakaniwa. In Japanese gardens are not known for straight or symmetrical lines. Tamn is deliberately designed asymmetrically so that no single plant stands out. 

My amazement continued when Agatha took me to the kitchen. It is clean, clean and still looks new. Perhaps Agatha's busyness makes her rarely go into the kitchen.

Agatha waved her hand before my eyes. “Hello, how come you're dumb? When do we start cooking?”

Agatha's question blew away my whole daydream. “I'm just amazed at your house. Absolutely unique. Yuk, we start cooking now.” 

Cooking ingredients such as: 2 packs of small size coconut milk, 1 sheet of pandan leaves, 2 sheets of bay leaves, 1 leaf of lemongrass, swiped, 1 sheet of orange leaves, 2 sheets of bay leaves,  1 teaspoon of fine salt, already perched pretty on my front desk. 

“Mas, how to cook liquet rice?” agatha was confused. I can understand this must be the first time she's learned to cook. 

“First of all you wash the rice and prepare the coconut milk and the season. Keep putting rice and other ingredients into magic com, stir and turn on. Wait until the light button changes while occasionally stirring so that the coconut milk does not break and can mix.”

Agatha manggut-mangut understands. Then do what I say. Since the rice I have washed first, so just enter the rice and other ingredients into the magic com, stir and turn it on. 

Not up to an hour of cooking is ready and ready to eat. Unfortunately, the results of Agatha cooking are not as expected. The rice is too diluted. Not much different from porridge. Porridge if the seasoning fit is still good to eat, when I taste the cuisine Agatha turned salty. If it's like this, who wants to eat the food?

Agatha stared at the failed cuisine. It was a disappointment from his face. “It turns out cooking is not as easy as writing a novel. If it is written, it can still be revised. Lah, existing ancur food can only enter the trash can.”

“In cooking failed it's common. You are famous as a tough woman, so you want to mewek?”

“Who wants to be alone? I'm just a sprain, reality doesn't match expectations.”

I could still hear Agatha blabbering about her stupidity of putting in too much water and salt, but I didn't care about her chatter. My thoughts continued to go to Yoga Pratama. Where is he now?

“Aw!” my screams so sensed a small pinch landed on the hand. “You nothing at all nyubit people,” scolding me.

“You know what the fuck, I said long times high times wide instead of itanggepin even daydreaming. What the hell are you thinking about again? Hayo, ngaku!”

“Tha, from tomorrow until April 30th I can't go to your house. If you ask me to pay a fine for breaching the contract, I'm ready to go.”

“Where are you going?”

“I want to Nyari Yoga. He suddenly resigned as my manager. Last morning right into his house eh said the neighbor he had moved. My hunch says he's in big trouble again and I can't bear to let him face that problem alone.”

“If it's like that what can be done. Who do you teach me to cook?”

“I will still teach you how to cook even via video call. Recipe I sent to WA. On April 30th we met, carrying each other's duties. I brought the finished manuscript, you brought the cooking you had cooked for 14 days. How's it? Deal?” I extended a hand.

He shook my hand while smiling. “Okay, deal.”