In The House
Omelette

Now it is even two weeks Karla and Dhio have lived their lives being participants of the event. They continue to live side by side with their various habits. Yet, even so. They still understand each other.

Even now Dhio already regarded the girl as his little sister. Karla who always makes noise and noise in the house. Always able to comfort Dhio when tired of coming home from work. Whio is mature and attentive. Always help the girl in times of trouble.

The sound of the house bell rang. Karla came up to the front door. His feet were fast. Then open the door.

He showed the figure of a man before him. The man looked smiling as his back was carrying a backpack.

Dhio handed the backpack he had just released to Karla's grasp. Because I'm used to it. Karla immediately grasped the backpack. And keep it on the side of the living room sofa.

Which karla knows, the backpack contains equipment for hair shaving. The equipment supports Dhio's continued work as a barbershop owner.

"Have you eaten?" asked Dhio, as he stepped inside the house. Then shut the front door.

Both of his feet stepped towards the dining table which had a serving lid on it. Dhio also opened the food lid. Both of his eyes were staring at a plate of omelet that was behind the food lid.

Dhio lifted the plate. Then take some rice from magicom which is not far from there. Dhio immediately ate the omelet greedily.

Karla came from the living room. Then sit in front of Dhio who is cool with food.

"Where's my cooking going to pickle again right?" ask Karla to make sure.

Karla did not want to go back to tormenting the taste senses of others just because of her cooking. He also wanted to try to improve the taste of his cooking. In addition to saving expenses. He may also be a little proud of his own cooking.

Dhio nodded his head while feeling the omelet. "Lumayan is better, the onion slices also now look neater" replied Dhio looking at the omelet.

Karla smiled when she heard the words praise coming out of the man's mouth. "Yes dong, I'm that!"

Dhio clucked at the behavior of the girl. "You can also teach it to me" said Dhio. Remembering during this week Dhio always taught Karla the recipe and how to cook.

"You want the sauce?" ask Karla to stand up, trying to take a small bowl of sambel that is under the food lid. Dhio shook his head.

He finished all the rice on his plate. Then save the dish to the sink and wash both hands that smell fishy.

"Oh yes I was fresh bread in the supermarket ahead" said Dhio. Open the backpack that was near the sofa earlier.

"Oh yeah? Put it in the cabinet on." Karla ordered. The man did several times buy them both some food for stock at home.

Even though the event agency is always filling their food stock every week. But the man always took the initiative to bring food after work.

Karla once asked who the food was brought by the man. When Dhio first brought food after his work. Because it was awkward and unpleasant if he asked for some of the food.

When questioned like that, Dhio allowed Karla to also bring the food she brought home. Since then, Karla has been unemployed. Often times ask for some food from Dhio.

Nearly three-fourths the amount of food Dhio brought home, Karla ate because her entrails were about the size of an African elephant.

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