The Price of Sainthood
Amoh

Time passed by so quickly since Dante was touched by the noble nature possessed by Alisha. The longer, the more intense the two had the meeting. Whether it's for cake delivery or just a casual meeting.

As today, Dante who only wore a white T-shirt combined with black long jeans was in front of Alisha's rented door and was saying greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Wanda who was in the living room at the time. The woman smiled in welcome to Dante.

"Morning, Auntie," said Dante as he walked over.

"Morning too, Dante," replied Wanda. After that, the woman asked the young man because of his arrival too early. "You want some cake, huh? But it doesn't seem to be ripe, huh. The cake just baked with Alisha."

"No, Auntie. I deliberately came early so I could help Alisha make a cake. I happen to be quiet again today," explained Dante kindly accompanied by a thin smile.

"Can you make a cake?" knock someone from the middle door.

Dante and Wanda compactly turned to the source of the voice, where Alisha, who was listening to their conversation, was standing with her chest covered with a dubious smile.

"Clearly can, I do. Just make the dough, it's baked, '" said Dante full of confidence.

Alisha smears a smile. "If this is what you prove! Don't talk about it."

"okay! Who's afraid!" reply Dante with so confidence. After that, he nodded politely at Wanda as if asking for permission, while Wanda immediately untangled a smile that she did not mind.

Without hesitation Dante tailed Alisha walking into the kitchen. There is already ammunition to make a cake complete with fragrant fragrant fragrant from the cake that is being baked Alisha.

Seeing Dante who was so excited, Alisha also asked a pitched question to make sure.

"Are you sure you want to help?"

"Surely, Iah!" reply Dante steady. He alternately stared at the ingredients of Alisha cake in front of him enthusiastically while asking. "So first of all what do I do?"

Alisha smiled faintly, then the mangosteen saw Dante's seriousness. He then took a few packets of butter, and gave them to Dante.

"Please dilute this yes. The plan is ready there." Alisha's hand pointed at the stove on which was already a medium-sized pan.

Dante followed Alisha's index finger and nodded after understanding. "okay." He then approached the stove that was deliberately placed on the ceramic floor without a tabletop.

To be honest, jumping into a kitchen like this was the first time for Dante. During his own life he only ate food that was immediately purchased. Cookware does not have it.

"Al," called Dante after a moment of silence in front of the stove.

"What?" asked Alisha who immediately turned her eyes to Dante from the cake mold.

"This is how to turn on the stove?" ask Dante innocently.

Alisha dumbfounded. "Can't you turn on the stove?"

"Hehehe, no," replied Dante with a grin.

Alisha chuckles. "Jeez Dante. From that moment you stayed there, while worrying about my mother's old stove, that I think again fascinated, you see. It can't turn out, anyway. Gosh."

Dante just snorted softly towards Alisha who laughed at her. Next he slightly pulled over, giving Alisha a place to light the obsolete two-eye gas stove with the three-kilogram canister of melon gas as its energy source.

"How to do this, loh." Alisha deliberately taught Dante so that the young man could. He pressed the lever and turned it to the left with a slight pressure.

No!

Dante's eyes widened at the burning fire, but a moment later a foolish laughter slid from his lips. "Well that, anyway. It seems easy! On the press, continue to the left doang. Pantsan pas I hypnotized earlier did not want to flame."

"Edan. The cooker is hypnotized" Alisha said, raising one corner of her lips.

"Yes, one time I want to go on, Al."

"Where can you, Bambang!"

Dante laughed again. He was not even offended when Alisha called him Bambang.

"How is this going?"

"Enter his ment."

"Don't the same wrap! Open it first, Bambang!" Alisha looked at Dante with an annoyed face, while Dante instead put on an annoying face.

"Well, speaking of clear dong. He said tell me to enter, yes I want to enter, please!"

"The idea was put in, Dante!" errat Alisha, then moved deftly to help Dante open the package.

While doing that Alisha momentarily noticed Dante beside her. This young man said the villagers who wandered, but from the look and style of his did not show anyone difficult. But on the other hand, from his daily life now, Dante looked so simple. Eating potluck. He even appreciated the amount of money he received.

Alisha frowned in wonder. This young man made him curious.

"And have you never cooked by yourself before? Never make your own eggs or just boil instant noodles?" alisha asked, referring to Dante's inability to light the stove.

"Never, Al," answered Dante quickly. "Boro-boro touch the stove, enter the kitchen only never. Mama's ready for whatever I need, Al. The maid at home was also ready for a good meal. But I eat out often."

"Helper?" alisha asked as she squinted her eyes which instantly made Dante sober that she silenced her mouth with her palm.

Damnit. I'm release, Dante's inner regret. He looked at Alisha as if he were investigating her. For a moment he was confused as to how. He did not want Alisha's hospitality towards him to change by saying he was the son of a rich man. He feels comfortable with himself now. Living independently and making good friends with Alisha, a very sincere girl accepts her.

"Hahaha, what the hell, Al! That's how you believe." Dante chuckles. He deliberately behaved like that, laughing triumphantly as if successfully pranking Alisha.

It seems like Dante's attempt to trick Alisha was successful. Alisha put on an upset face and then hit Dante's arm in a row.

"Basic! I love it, I love people!"

"Wild!" dante timpal. "So I really like to see your face fit again. Funnier. Looks stupid, that is, hahaha! Yes though, the original was stupid too," teased Dante with a laugh.

"Damn." Alisha snorted annoyed.

"Alisha-Alisha. Maybe you're wondering why I can't turn on a gas stove, right?"

While stirring the heated butter, Dante glanced at Alisha who was throwing his face away in annoyance. Then, he continued the act of deceiving her.

"You know my family lives in the village. We're tough people, Al. I don't have a gas stove. Cook still using a furnace and firewood. I have never boiled instant noodles or egg blocks alone. My mother always made an omelet and divided it into five children. Let what? Let's be fair, Al."

Mata Alisha buy. Dante's explanation just made him imagine how difficult Dante's family life in the village was. The young man was the eldest of five brothers. They have to share a potluck meal. While the mother must try to be fair when dividing the ration of food and also affection.

Ah, Alisha was again made full by Dante. Although he was a difficult man himself, he felt more fortunate than Dante.

Dante himself clearly captures how the water changes Alisha so drastically at one time. The girl seemed annoyed. However, the next girl turned blue after hearing the story.Is that so female? Is it easy to change his mood?

Suddenly Alisha's right hand is stretched out to touch Dante's shoulder. While patting her down there quietly, she said, "Patience, Dan. I'm sure you can elevate your family."

For whatever sake, Alisha's sincere words successfully warmed Dante's entire soul. He felt touched and flattered. The young man almost shed tears. I don't know since when he was cool it suddenly became mellow. He was sure that Alisha was the cause. The girl had presumptuously touched his heart without Alisha herself noticing it. Because Alisha was very sincere towards him.

Not wanting to be caught in a situation of blue too deep, Dante chose to change the subject.

"Al, you know, this skillet and butter are like us."

"meaning?" alisha did not understand.

"Yes." Yeah." Dante assured. "I'm like butter, and you're like a hot frying pan."

Alisha's eyes turned to her mother's black skillet. Instantly, he glanced in annoyance at Dante beside him.

To be sure, Dante likens her pretty face to her mother's charred skillet. Isn't this an insult?

"What the fuck do you mean?" alisha was angry.

"Don't take it personally." Dante who understands the feeling of Alisha tried to calm and smile sweetly. "Why do I say I'm like butter and you're the hot frying pan?"

Alisha was still unmoved, waiting for Dante to explain what he meant.

"Because ...," continued Dante. "I always melt whenever the same stroke of you. Look at your smile."

Just touch Alisha's eyes perfectly rounded. Whether conscious or not, the girl's face was blushing and her beautiful smile was perfect. However, because he did not want to bring feelings, he hastily covered the feelings by flicking his lips and replying to Dante's words.

"God, dreadful amoh."