In The House
Sambals

Karla came down the stairs this morning. The sound of swiping cathels and iron cutik echoed in the kitchen, until it was heard by Karla's ears. The gas stove looks lit. This time, the man cooked again.

Karla rubbed her eyes. He is still sleepy at the moment. If only it wasn't for the sound of the catheter being heard. Maybe he didn't wake up that morning.

The smell of onions and chilies being cooked interferes with its smell. Until Karla sneezed a few times. The man turned towards the direction where the voice came from.

They met for a few seconds. Dhio who was still wearing an apron turned back, but now scratched terasi. Deftly the man opened the orange terasi wrap. And pour that paste into the cathel.

He scratched the ice until he smelled the aroma. Dhio turn off the stove. Then walk towards a cabinet not far above it. Issue a cobek and quality. Put it on the counter table.

Karla who was not far there only noticed the man's movements. "What's the cooking?" ask Karla to come closer. Now the curiosity is higher than the annoyance that arose yesterday.

"Sit up" said Dhio only to see Karla at a glance. Karla nodded her head looking closer. It turns out that the man is very reliable in applying the sauce.

"Why do you keep wearing rich clothes?" dhio Protest. Do not take his eyes off, still focus on snacking sambel.

Karla twists her lazy two eyeballs. "Don't be a kegeeran, I just want to design a mandatory mission" Karla said crossing both arms.

Finally the man fell silent. Like his Dhio should be more indifferent to the girl. More precisely do not pay attention to the movements of the actions of the girl.

"Why do you keep going from yesterday?" ask Karla. When he realized he was always trying hard to cook. "Sama" replied Dhio.

Karla is just a ria ooh. "I'm part of this event just for the money" said Karla blakan blakan. The purpose and purpose of following this event. "Oh yeah? I thought we were gonna find a soul mate."

Dhio's statement made Karla's forehead wrinkled. It turns out they have the same goal. "I was just forced by you." Karla laughed at the man's statement.

Dhio turned his gaze towards the girl now. "Why laugh?" tanya Dhio, then stepped up to pick up a spoon in the lower cabinet.

"Related to be forced by father?" asked Karla still laughing. Dhio cleared his throat, "Why?" asked Dhio while scooping, moving the sambel from the cobek to a bowl.

"Udah gede that is still forced by the father. The time of a man your age can still be arranged with his parents?" Dhio chuckled, rather forced laughter. Then take a bowl of sambel and put it on a dining table, which is not far from there.

Arrange the bowl of sambel next to a plate of omelet and salted side dish. Not to forget, with lalap salada bokor and cucumber. The food set looked appetizing, whoever saw it.

"Ga everyone can freely choose the path of his life" said Dhio, taking the food lid and closing the food collection. "I actually have a partner. But," said Dhio cut off. Looked at the two eyes of the girl.

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