Leaning Zone
Q 2 How to?
HAPPY READING
This morning Dika has been struggling in the kitchen because since dawn, because Rina continues to whine asking to be made sphagetti by her husband. Dika refused because he had never touched the kitchen since childhood. Let alone how to cook, how to turn on the stove he can not.
But because this is a request of a pregnant woman especially the one conceived is her child, making Dika have to obey him no matter what happens.
“Ma is available Ma?” dika asked as the oil that had just been poured on the pan began to explode.
“Ya get in onion.” Santi was getting tired of answering Dika's questions. Because in addition to the many questions asked by his son, the same question somehow must be repeated.
“In login where Ma?” ask Dika again.
“Ya in the pot of used spaghetti stew,” upset Santi because Dika keeps asking non-stop. Though he has explained the details, and this is no more difficult than the usual business his son handled in the company. He wondered what the role of CEO was influential in the development of the company. Or actually the most meritorious are the people who work for them.
“Gosh!”
Cluntang!
Prangs!
Dika straight away from the stove. He raised his hand after dropping just what he was holding in shock at the sudden cry of his mother.
“What's the Ma?!”
Santi hit his sheep.
Cklek!
Santi quickly turned off the stove because smoke began to appear there because it never entered the material.
“That's why it was entered into the pot of used sphagetti stew, it should be to the Restu pan...” said Santi with an indisputable annoyance.
“Yes I just follow what Mama said,” said Dika with a sinless face.
“Before you have asked dozens of times what the onion is for. You should understand that it is maxuknya to the pan not to the pot whose water will only be thrown away.”.
Dika dazed. “I just don't want to take the wrong step, so I keep going.”
“Yes you have asked Res many times before, time forgot.”
“Yes let's not forget that's why I'm Ma.”
“But what proof, wrong is.”
Dika grew up rough. “Feelings I never knew Mama Papa deh, why not just born now my son does not stop-stop fussing me.”
“Lha this if you do not know Mama what is her name?” santi asked grunt while I grabbed and peeled the onion to chop it again.
“Mama again what?” dika asked as she watched her mother's hand continue to move with a knife and various spices.
“Mau chop onions again,” upset Santi.
“Here I am.”
Santi kept away the knife that his son wanted to take. “No need, overtime. Mom is tired.”
“But Rina asked me to make Ma.”
“Ya just say later sphagettinya make you.”
“If found out how?”
“Yes as long as Mama cooks, your job is not to let Rina know.”
“Emang can Ma? Mama said that Rina again mandatory cravings Dika takainin?”
“Emang you still can?”
Dika did not react.
“Ya already mending you just watch out,” said Santi undeniable.
Dika. Instead of looking around, Dika actually seriously paid attention to her mother. He took a pen and a knife again. He took the same ingredients as Santi one by one. He did not immediately cut it, but left it intact according to what Santi used. He does all that by keeping an eye on what Santi is doing.
Dika held his mother's hand as Santi wanted to put spaghetti into the sauce that had been boiling and he clenched it before.
“How are you anyway. It's time to enter this sphagettinya.”
“Do not enter. Matiin aja apinya.”
Santi put one of his hands on his waist. Not finished his astonishment, Dika suddenly pulled a chair and sat Santi there.
What does this kid want? The heart of Santi in the heart.
“Ma, Dika want to cook. Please tell me if the step is wrong." Dika said it in earnest tone. He didn't seem to be joking or pranking his mother.
Santi didn't say. He wanted to see what his son would do. He immediately sat with his hands folded in front of his chest.
It starts with garlic. He finely chopped garlic like he did before. After garlic, he switched to onions. After that he started cutting mushrooms and various toppings. Milk and so on, he also prepared neatly. After everything was completely ready, Dika picked up a pan and put it on the stove before then starting to light a fire. If before he was so panic and noisy that he made Santi Headache, now Dika does everything slowly and calmly.
Santi looked at every movement of Dika anxiously. He did not want Rina to have stomach pain if she had to eat food made by her son. However smart Dika, for kitchen problems he never touch it at all. Let alone making spaghetti like this, just making omelet only he did not understand.
“Mama to back first.” So stubbornly waiting for Dika to cook, Santi must feel the call of nature that should not happen at this time.
“Iya..” replied Dika while focusing on her cooking.
When she heard Dika agree easily, Santi just froze in place. He felt strange, but the desire that had been felt could not wait until he could understand the strange that he felt now.
Until when Santi returned, his nose smelled a pleasant smell that was very appetizing. It turns out that when closer, it turns out Dika has completed his mission this morning. A portion of spaghetti has been presented on a plate complete with various toppings. This man took the tray and prepared to bring it to the wife who was with Rista to take care of her things.
“E e e, wait.”
He spontaneously stopped his steps when he heard his mother's voice from behind.
“Why Ma?” ask him who doesn't understand.
“Sini Mama cobain first.”
Dika directly distanced the plate when the mother brought her fork closer to it. “Yes don't dong, this will make Rina.”
“Mama to nyicip. Just make sure that your daughter-in-law will not get stomach pain because your cooking does not pass the test.”
“Udah Ticked Ma, it feels not bad.”
“Mama don't believe. You have never cooked before.”
“Mama doubts Restu's ability?”
“Iya. Hence here.”
Santi forced to taste his son's cooking. He did not lie about the reason, because Dika never had the expertise for this one, so he did not want his daughter-in-law who is mangandung his granddaughter must be the victim of his son's guinea pig.
Santi's eyes were perfectly rounded when he put a mouthful of sphagetti in his mouth. He chews slowly and feels it.
“Wah..”
Spontaneous Dika distanced the food that seemed like Santi would taste again. “Mama want what?”
“Bentare. This is Mama's tongue seems to be problematic.”
“E no, no, no." Reject Dika fast. "This makes Rina a point.”
“Mama just wanted to make sure it feels like Nak.”
“Nothing. I was just slipping.”
Dika just left his mother. Santi who was still standing in his place began to notice the fork he had originally used to taste his son's cooking. There was still a little leftover spice attached, so he immediately took it with the tip of his index finger and slowly put it in his mouth.
“Tcp, tcp, tcp...” Santi trying to taste and feel it again.
“Learnest. How can it be good anyway.”
Seriate…