Day 21 – Baking
"What are you doing?" Asked Mariku and leaned against the door frame.
"Oh Mariku, you're already awake?" Malik bit his lower lip. Why was he awake? Normally he slept until noon so why had he to get up early today of all days?
"Yes, is there a problem?" He pushed himself away from the door frame and came closer. With raised eyebrows he looked at the ingredients that Malik had laid on the table. "What are you doing?" He repeated his question.
"Baking."
"Baking?" Mariku asked.
"Yes, I want cake."
"Why don't you just buy some?"
"Because I want to make one myself?"
Mariku sank into a chair. "Can you even bake?"
"Yes," Malik said, annoyed. "And if you mind, then go into the living room until I'm done."
But Mariku made no effort to move. "I can help you."
"YOU?" Malik said incredulously. He doubted the Mariku was a big help. "This is probably not a good idea."
"You always complain that I never help you and now I want to and you won't let me. Make up your mind."
Malik sighed. How should he argue against that? "Okay." He put two small bowls before Mariku. "Separate the yolk from the egg white, can you do that?"
"Sure," Mariku replied confidently. He reached into the pack with the eggs, took one out and looked at it. "How do I do it?" Malik got a bad feeling. He took an egg himself and showed Mariku how to crack it. "Easy."
Malik turned his back on Mariku to weigh the sugar. The next moment he heard the breaking of the egg shell and an "Oh". Slowly, he turned around, only to see how Mariku had half the egg running down his arm, the broken shell still in his hand. The yolk swirled in his lap. Malik touched his forehead. He didn't even know what to say. "Pretty unstable," muttered Mariku. He let the shell fall into one of the bowls and tried to remove the yolk from his lap. It slipped through his fingers and it just got worse. Malik looked at him speechless.
"Don't worry, I'll do the clean up." Mariku washed his hands and held a dishtowel beneath the water jet.
He mopped the floor and chair. When getting up he rammed his shoulder against the table. The flour pack wiggled dangerously. Malik wanted to grab it, but he was too slow. Flour scattered over the floor. "Oh," Mariku said again. "I'll take care of it."
"No Mariku, don't-"
"I'll do it."
"No, really, I'll-" Malik closed his eyes as the milk soaked his socks. With a rampant arm movement Mariku had also knocked off the milk from the table. "Get out!"
"Malik..."
"OUT!"