Mrs. Arrogants
Chapter 9 Sometimes Funny, Sometimes Sucks

The next day....

Virlie woke up early in the morning, her stomach was hungry because she had not eaten yesterday. He immediately took a towel and decided to take a bath, so everyone still slept.

Slowly, Virlie came out of her room with a towel and a change of clothes, and she went straight to the bathroom.

It didn't take long, and Virlie finally finished her bath. He went into the room and took his favorite loaf of bread and peanut butter. He began to sit in the chair in front of the kitchen and began to smear the bread with his favorite jam, Virlie did not realize that from earlier Ibra was watching his movements.

Ibra was used to wake up at dawn, after the dawn prayer he would continue to teach and happened to position Ibra was behind the chair but Ibra could see Virlie clearly.

"Geez, I'm lucky to have food and snack preparations with me" Virlie muttered.

Virlie eats bread voraciously making Ibra have to hold back her laughter because it is funny to see the expression of eating Virlie.

Until finally Ibra stood up and tidied up her prayer marks made Virlie immediately choke in shock.

"Ohuk.uhuk...."

Virlie patted her chest then took the milk box she used to carry everywhere.

"Ngapain dawn-body like this have eaten bread? hungry huh?" ledek Ibra's.

"Like me, what does it have to do with you" said Virlie.

"Eat him do not prestige, if the stomach is hungry, just eat not pretend to hold the hunger."

"Who is prestigious too? indeed I don't taste the food, I never eat food carelessly."

Virlie immediately hugged her loaves and milk boxes for fear that Ibra would ask for them, then left Ibra.

Virlie finished her meal and went straight back into her room to make Ibra smile again with her attitude.

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The time has already shown at 09:00 am and everyone is getting ready to do counseling at the village hall.

Virlie walks behind everything, and Kevin always approaches Virlie.

"Why do you do that anyway, deketin I keep?" ketus Virlie's.

"No way, huh?"

"No, I don't like being close to strangers."

"Nothing, try to be close to strangers later will also be comfortable," said Kevin.

Virlie was really lazy to serve the man named Kevin, Virlie decided to put an ear phone in his ear so that he did not bother listening to Kevin's babble.

A few moments walking, finally Ibra's entourage arrived at the village hall. It turns out that at this time the village community was cooking because they were following a race to make tumpeng between villages.

"Goodoo, come here! coincidentally, currently the mothers of residents here are cooking to take part in a race to make tumpeng between villages, so you can all share our cuisine, whether it is delicious, what not" said Mr. RW.

"May sir, with pleasure" said Ibra.

"That means today we're not going to be dong counseling?" exciting Fatma.

"It seems that in the pending first, tomorrow we continue because it is not good after all the mothers are also busy, better now we help the mothers here cook," Ibra exclaimed.

Eventually, Amara and the others are forced to help the mothers cook, except for Virlie, Virlie back out of duty and fiddled with her phone that had no signal at all.

"Geez, where is it going?" grunts Virlie.

Virlie seemed to jump around looking for signals, even occasionally running around here and there making the mothers who were cooking feel confused.

"Si Eneng geulis tea, what else? how about running around like that?" call one of the mothers.

Everyone turned to Virlie. "She's a crazy girl Mom, so it's nothing to ignore" Amara exclaimed.

"Crazy, you mean, Eneng, that Energ geulis tea gelo?"

"Hus, carelessly speaking. What the heck Ra, mouth when talking about the origin of the mangap only!" jolt Kevin.

Amara instantly fell silent and lowered her head as Kevin snapped at her.

"He's looking for Mom's signal again, to call his family" Kevin exclaimed.

"Oh, so yeah."

Ibra goes to Virlie and grabs Virlie's cell phone.

"You don't see, the other kids are busy helping the mothers, you're busy playing on the phone."

"So, why? I wasn't there to help them, either, so instead of me messing up their cooking, I'm just here" Virlie said.

Ibra puts Virlie's phone in her pants pocket and leaves.

"Courier, give me back my phone!" shout Virlie.

Ibra immediately ran and Virlie chased after her but unfortunately, Virlie could not take her phone because the atmosphere in the village hall was crowded.

"Give me my phone!"

"I'm going to give you your phone back, but now you have to help me cook first, then I'll give you your phone back" Ibra exclaimed.

Virlie can do nothing but obey Ibra, after all she should help as well.

"Mom, what can I do for you?" ask Virlie.

"Neng geulis help you fry this tempe."

A Mother gave a container containing cut-up tempeh. Virlie came to the stove that contained a large skillet.

"How to fry this tempeh? right, it's so scary hot oil that, if it hits my hand how?" inner Virlie.

"Ohuk..uhuk...."

Virlie started coughing because people there cook still use firewood that smoke is very, very disturbing.

Troughs....

"AW..hot know, you can not fry the temple do not have to be thrown rich that way!" snapped Amara.

It turns out that Virlie throws her temple into a frying pan so that it makes the oil loose in Amara's hands.

"Yes sorry, I don't know how to fry tempeh" said Virlie casually.

Ibra immediately approached Virlie, while Amara was treated by one of the mothers.

"You can't, just once do the right work and don't throw a tantrum" Ibra lamented.

"So, I told you, I can't cook the rest of your maksa, '" said Virlie.

"Here you are, lo why the hell keep beating Virlie? yes, it's only natural that he can't cook" Kevin said in defense of Virlie.

"Sure what, so the woman should be able to cook not spoiled."

"You are, long ago, very sweet," upset Virlie.

"Have not protested a lot, fried quarry again tempo but do not throw, danger," exclaimed Virlie.

"Try an example of how to fry tempeh" exclaimed Virlie.

Ibra also painstakingly exemplify how to fry tempe true, Ibra is indeed a man but Ibra is good at cooking because from a small Ibra it often helps Mama cook.

"Well, rich gini how to fry tempeh, now it's your turn."

Slowly Virlie tries to fry the tempe but Virlie's hand is not off Ibra's shirt so Ibra can't leave.

Every time Virlie puts tempeh in a frying pan, she runs into Ibra's back to hide from the oil sprays.

"Gosh, if the cooking is like this, when will it finish?" exciting Ibra.

"Shut up don't talk too much!" send Virlie.

Virlie's face looked very close to Ibra, the tense face of Virlie who was frightened by the splash of oil made Ibra unconsciously singled her smile.

"Ohuk.uhuk..."

Virlie coughed again, even now her eyes had shed tears from the pain of smoke.

"Geez Mom, can't the firewood be replaced with baby shampoo so don't hurt in the eyes!" shout Virlie.

Ibra chuckled at the joking of Virlie's spare change.

"Basically, this girl is indeed sometimes funny, sometimes annoying," inner Ibra with her smile.