My Talak, Mas
SS 2.50

Early in the morning, Kinan had already woken up from his sleep and started moving his body. This morning Kinan had to return to Jakarta, because tomorrow he started working again.

Kinan came out of his bedroom looking for a drink or food. His stomach was starting to feel hungry.

"Kinan?" call Atika from the direction of the main room door.

"Aunty? " answer Kinan gently.

"Awake? Where you going?" ask Atika slowly.

"To the kitchen, Aunt. Want to make a sweet tea," replied Kinan briefly.

"You've been walking?" atika asked again while embracing Kinan's shoulder walked hand in hand towards the kitchen.

"Aunty. This morning, Kinan wants to go home to Jakarta, ", said Kinan slowly.

Atika looked outwards which still looked cloudy and rainy.

"But, the weather outside is still raining, Kinan. Wait for the weather to be better first. At least the rain stopped. Dika certainly want to take you home to Jakarta," said Atika calm Kinan.

"Yes Aunt." Kinan answered briefly then boiled hot water to make a warm drink in the morning.

Atika also washed the dishes, the rest of the dishwasher last night did not have time to wash because it took care of Kinan who was sick.

"Is this a lot of food, sausages, nuggets, chicken? Want to cook Auntie?" ask Kinan slowly.

"It should be tai night. We want to burn - burnt. But right, you're sick. So in canceled the show," said Atika slowly.

"Will I make breakfast? Is it okay, Auntie?" ask Kinan slowly.

"You mean? You want to cook?" ask Atika.

Kinan nodded small with a wide smile.

"Yes. Although studying. If it's not good, forgive Kinan," said Kinan slowly.

Kinan who is a hobby of cooking has no doubt mixing the ingredients available in the food cabinet or in the refrigerator and is no longer rigid to hold a knife or cookware from from the ancient to the modern. His mother had long taught Kinan, and once in a while Kinan was taken to a restaurant owned by his mother's friend and saw the way the famous chef cooked and used his cooking tools in the right and right way.

Atika only saw Kinan's movements. Both eyes were glaring at Kinan's hands which were so flexible that they cut the onion thin and fast.

"You're used to cooking, huh?" atika asked while paying attention to Kinan who was really already seen see.

The rest of the rice last night had entered the frying pan all and mixed into one with the spices in the kitchen. Simple seasoning with amazing taste. Not only that, Kina also mixed slices of aam meat and sausage. Nuggets, French fries and the rest of the large pu sausage are fried separately as a snack.

The cold air in the lembang area makes Kinan also try other warm drinks in addition to sweet tea or coffee. Kinan tried to burn the jhe after the ginger was peeled. Simply in back and forth using a capitan in the bakasr above the compure. After removing the fragrant aroma of ginger, jae fell in the teprek and put in a pot with enough water in the stoic sugar stone.

Atika has just finished tidying the dining table. Put the dishes - plates and glasses and tool spoon/make a basket of fried rice that has been cooked and some fried as a snack or fried rice friend. Looks simple but seems to be making a bill in the mouth.

"Yes Aunty Atika. This is a special ginger drink angkringan Yogya. Make the stomach warm. It can be like this or want to mix white milk so that it becomes ginger milk," said Kinan slowly.

Atika likes to see Kinan who looks sensitive and knows many things.

"When - when to play to Aunt's house. We cook together. If Aunty prefers to make cookies, make it a holiday," said Atika slowly along with her who proved smart to make cakes.

"Oh yeah? Kinan can't even Tan. Fail often. I do it so, Kinan usually hnaya tidying d jar but not full - full because it goes into the stomach Kinan," said Kinan slowly.

Atika also laughed. "Tante was even happy if someone helped to sweeten. When it was tired of enjoying the pastry so. He said long ago - long time. Maybe Dika since childhood often help Aunty make cakes, because Aunty received orders to sell. Maybe now Dika bored with cake made by Auntie. But, if Auntie tastes, she will still eat cookies even though she is bored of the origin that makes it you, Kinan," said Atika slowly. Atika deliberately occasionally prides Dika and thrust Dika with all his advantages and perfection.

"Other time Aunty. Kinan play there," said Kinan slowly. Kinan did not want to promise at least Kinan just wanted Aunt Atika to know, that Kina also had good intentions to play to Dika's house.

"You guys look appropriate, you know," said Atika gave an assessment.

Kinan just stay still and stay focused on filtering the ginger water that has been cooked and put in the teapot so that the ginger pulp does not come inside.

"Hmmm ... It smells good, huh?" said Atika who smelled the fragrance of ginger from a distance not so far from where Kinan stood.

"Good morning everyone," said Dika who was shocked to see Kinan was already in the kitchen.

"For Dika," Kinan replied gently without turning his head towards Dika. Kinan was still focused on his teapot.

"You're healed? Why are you in the kitchen? Pake make all drinks?" tanya Dika who walked over to Kinan.

"You're okay, Dika. Do not treat Kinana like a sick person should fall. Kinan also needs movement and needs to move so that the body is not stiff and can sweat. Isn't sweating a sign that our bodies are healthy?" tanya Kinan looked at Dika who was also staring at the two eyes of Kinan who was still adorable.

Kinan brought a pot of ginger water to put on the table.

"But you are still limp, Kinan," said Dika slowly as he walked after Kinan who was in the dining room to tidy up the layout of the drink he had made.

After putting the pot of ginger water, Kinan stood right in front of Dika. Dika hand was taken and placed on Kinan forehead.

"Wheel? It's not hot, is it? Kinan needs movement Dika so as not to limp his muscles as well," said Kinan a little whining.

"But Kinan ..." Dika's words were not finished yet, Kinan had returned to the kitchen to take the sweet condensed milk he had seen in the refrigerator.

"Nothing but - buts, okay. Kinan is better. Now we eat, yuk? Where's Mr Surya? We all eat together. Kinan who was cooking earlier," Kinan said as he widened his smile to Dika.

"really?" tanya Dika was amazed in disbelief. Looking at Kinan is like seeing a spoiled girl. Tpi, Dika is wrong. Kinan does look spoiled, but she is an amazing independent girl.