The Bujang Lapuk
Lany's Cuisine

After last night Lany stayed over, this morning she was already struggling in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He woke up earlier than the rest of the house. Even earlier than Fadhil who will go to the mosque earlier.

"I cooked chicken stews as capcay, Dhil," he said as Fadhil would fetch water after returning from the mosque.

"As far as you are" said Fadhil.

Lany does know almost all of Fadhil's favorite dishes. When he was in the house, he always cooked the menus that Fadhil liked. Fadhil has never refused his cooking.

"But there is no mold in the refrigerator. Capcaynya do not use mushrooms," said Lany again.

"Za doesn't like mushrooms. Cook the ones that exist. Don't make it complicated."

"It. Don't you have to do that why? Don't worry, I won't let you go anymore. I know you can't share your heart. I was stupid because I left you."

Fadhil did not. He pulled out a chair then gulped down the white water he had just taken.

"You can't really let go of the past, Lan?" sahut fadhil. Because he didn't want to suddenly Za to pop and hear Lany's chatter.

Lany Oura pretends not to hear. He cut up looking seriously cut vegetables. While occasionally turning back the chicken that is being cooked.

"Your wife isn't awake?" ask again.

"It."

"Cock hasn't come down yet? No intention to make you do that?

"There are you cooking. Why would he have to come to the daur if you could just finish everything yourself."

"I mean, I'm considered a maid here?"

"I didn't say that. 'You're the one who wants to cook. If you don't put it down."

Lany. He returned to the front of the stove and blocked the chicken that almost went wrong because the sauce had dried. Fortunately, it was still saved. And still worth eating. In the quick turn off stove. And re-prepare the capcay material.

While Fadhil was still sitting at the dinner table and busy with a device in his hand.

"Are there any more news from Rudi, Dhil?" lamy asked him about the development of the search for people who deceive him.

Fadhil berdehem's. "Later in the afternoon your car was delivered here."

As if he had a surprise, Lany screamed happily. "Huh?! That fast?!

"If you want to be slow back again the car is the same as your fake person," said Fadhil flatly. "Next time don't be careless, look for men who are as beautiful or more tya than you. Who can help you. Do not be easily smitten with bromdong who ended up lying to you. I'm the one who has to be tough too."

Lany took a deep breath. "You want that, Dhil. What power that man now belongs to people. Ah, nevermind. The oenting mobilmya is back. You want to wear it?"

"Mas you think you're not awake?" anay Fadhil when she found Za sitting on the head of the bed.

"Already from earlier. Go to the kitchen and someone is cooking. It's hard to wait here."

Za's slightly frenzied answer certainly signifies if she might hear their conversation.

"Run in the morning, yuk! Just look for breakfast in the stadium." take Fadhil later.

"Aren't you eating your favorite foods?" za sarcasm.

"Mas again pingin breakfast soto.."

Za lazily inched down from the bed as Fadhil withdrew his hand. Though he did not mind Fadhil eating at home with food cooked by Lany. But her husband seems to be too caring for the taste.

Za changed her clothes with training pants and a t-shirt. Running in the morning is a rare thing even so far he has never done. Several times Fadhil invited him Za refused for various reasons.

"Come on!" Fadhil holds Za's hand, who is still in service after changing clothes.

"Lazy, Mas."

"Don't be lazy sports, Deck. It's for you too."

Za followed as Fadhil pulled his hand out of the room. But his steps he turned to the kitchen to take water. Because since waking up earlier she deliberately held back thirst because she saw her husband who was talking to Lany in the kitchen.

"August, Za. Where are you going?"

"Morning, Ma'am," replied Za. "What cooking? Want me to help you?"

"No need. It's all sorted out. Just take it to the table," Lany replied as she poured the capcay into the bowl.

Za Oun took the initiative to bring the chicken stew that was still lying on the daur to the dining table. Sure, if Fadhil.menelan saiva see Lany's cooking. The smell alone tickled his sense of smell. Za goes back to the kitchen to get the capcay.

"I'll call Safira first yes, Ma'am."

"Hm. Thanks, Za."

Za nodded and went to Safira's room. But Fadhil's voice called out to him from the front.

"Dec, he said he was just drinking. How long?"

Za grimacing. "Not run, Mom. Tomorrow, all right? I cook a lot, though. It's a shame if it's not eaten. Mubadzir."

Fadhil took a slow breath. Then take off the hat he was wearing.