Become Him

Become Him
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Marsya's visit lasted until night. He chatted with Martha to join dinner with the Wijaksono family. The atmosphere in the dining room sounded warm. There are small talk between Marsya and Martha who look closer. There are many similarities between the two that make them suitable.


“Brams says, you pinter cook. Is true?” a lot of things that Martha dug out of this beautiful figure.


“Neither aunt, I still have much to learn.” Marsya blushed in shame.


From the corner of his eyes he glanced at Nata who was enjoying his dinner with a menu of soup made by Rachel. But the one in the eye just seemed engrossed with the food.


Really, this made Marsya very curious about this cold figure.


“He likes to humble mah. I used to play at his apartment, asking his aunt Desy to go with him. He makes pasta, so eeennnnnnak!” praise Brams with all your heart.


“Oh yes? Can you ever make a aunt pasta? But, these are your pretty nails. It's a pity if you use it to touch pasta.” Martha regretted these beautiful nails coming into contact with foodstuffs. In his hand Marsya tightly, like not willing.


“Tante can be. I really like to cook, just European food, not Indonesian food.”


“Waahh that's cool. Denger tuh you Rachel, learn to cook European food. I also love European food. Don't buy any more soup.” Martha immediately glanced at Rachel who was helping Brandon eat and occasionally served Nata.


“Iya mah's. I'll learn.” Rachel said, smiling little.


“Don't have to learn until the whole Chel, after all we also live in Indonesia. Also eat Indonesian food. Eat the most European food. If you want to buy too. Easy!” sahut Ivana defended her sister-in-law.


Rachel gave a small smile to her sister, thanking her inwardly for Ivana defending her.


“Yes that makes him not grow. If usually only cook Indonesian food, what is the difference with the waiter in this house.” Sinis Martha does not accept Ivana defending him.


“Mah, I just can't cook. What according to mama, I am also not growing?” Ivana's still chiming in.


“Ya different dong. You work in an office. Who is he, what is he doing for this family? Nothing!” decik Martha shrinks Rachel.


Ivana had already opened her mouth back but suddenly Nata made a sound.


“I prefer Indonesian cuisine in the appeal of europe, so this is enough.” Said Nata who showed an attempt to defend his wife.


Rachel who was originally bowed, now looked at Nata. She smiled at her husband sitting next to her.


“Well, that's all that matters. Rachel's cooking fits in her husband's stomach.” Ivana deliberately thickened her husband's words to be heard clearly by the people at the dinner table.


Martha just stumbled. These two kids could be defending the son-in-law he's trying to drop.


“If the food problem is a matter of taste may be mah. I'm sure Marsya and Rachel have their own greatness when it comes to cooking.” Brams tried to mediate. He tried to appear neutral in front of Ivana and the others.


“Iya mamah tau. But you should know, if Marsya is, even though she's an artist, she has a lot of abilities. Well, the guy who got you must be very lucky. Uda beautiful, famous, pinter cook, real idol of the in-laws.” There's just a loophole for Martha to praise Marsya.


“Tante can aja, I still pioneered it kok tan, not so great.” Timpal Marsya with his humble style.


“Oh yes, I've met Rachel before, we met at the casting place. Isn't that Chel?” this time Marsya tried to look familiar with Rachel.


“Iya.” Rachel smiled as she smiled. Now he knows, maybe Brams knows he's passed the casting from Marsya.


“Oh, have you met before?”


“Iya aunt. I was in the same room with Rachel at the time. I didn't know that Rachel was Nata's wife, Brams' sister-in-law. If you know, I'll say hello. Or can make coffee together while waiting your turn and exchange opinions.”


“If you know, why are you so indifferent to Marsya? Not yet a real artist already belagu.” Decik Martha while glancing at Rachel. It was great to have the opportunity to drop his daughter-in-law.


“Sorry, Rachel hesitated. Fear of wrong people.” I'm Rachel for who I am. When he first met Marsya, this girl was already cynical about Rachel. How could he pretend to know?


“Iya mah.” Rachel's voice along with Nata who put her spoon rough. He was fed up with the way Martha kept dropping his wife.


In a few moments, everyone fell silent, finishing each other's meals even though Martha and Marsya kept whispering to each other, whether to talk about what.


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After eating Rachel immediately took Brandon to his room. Ivana's making drinks for Brams. Suddenly Marsya follows her to the kitchen, perhaps wanting to bring herself closer to Ivana.


“Kak Ivana again make what?” asked Marsya who was sitting on the chair that was near the kitchen table.


“Drinks for Brams. You want?” bargain Ivana pleasantries. Whether the girl understands or not.


“Em do not need to, later even troublesome.”


“Good if you are aware.” Timpal Ivana while laughing wickedly in his heart.


Marsya smiled crazily, it was not that easy to get close to Ivana.


“Kak, Brams mas said in the company brother again need help for the advertising of the property cluster that just finished created. If you allow me, I don't mind helping. I'm not too busy at the moment.”


Ivana did not immediately chimed in, she seemed to think for a while.


“Em, it feels unnecessary. Nata has contacted professional partners for the promotion of our property. Anyway, I didn't interfere with that. There is a separate field that takes care of it and Nata decides. So, you're wrong to write me.” Lightly Ivana.


Marsya smiled crazily, apparently his efforts have not been right to seduce Ivana.


“And one more thing, you do not have to be as quick to promote yourself to my mother. There are no single men here. Nata already has a wife as perfect as Rachel and Mas Brams, you know he's my husband. Only the front security officer is single.”


“So, your effort does not need to be that big to influence my mother. Know?” ivana is full of emphasis.


He stared intently at Marsya who was sitting stiffly in his place. From the look on her face, Ivana clearly saw that the woman did not accept her words. But what cares, this woman needs to be given understanding first before making Martha think a no-no. He could read every single point the mother said that exalted Marsya and demeaned Rachel. Especially if it wasn't to affect Nata?


Marsya did not chimed in, she just smiled wryly. Ivana is completely unapproachable. It seemed, the only way he could do was to approach Brams and Martha. Two men he would make a spear.


While Ivana was away, Marsya was still silent in her place. If only his heart had not been struck by the handsome figure that drove Rachel to the casting spot, perhaps he would not have acted this far.


A few days ago, he saw a man in a hurry getting out of his car. He was about to catch up with a woman who entered the artist management office. But the man only arrived at the door. He pensively for a few moments like many doubts as he was about to enter.


Has the man made a mistake? I don't know. What is clear Marsya saw a face full of regret that is clearly drawn on the face of the man who is none other than Nata.


He began to find out who exactly is a handsome man who makes him so interested. Luck seems to be completely on Marsya's side when he finds out that Nata is Brams' sister-in-law, his distant cousin.


What's unlucky is, he just found out that Nata and Rachel are married. But, with Brams' support, he is willing to continue his dream of approaching Nata. What else was the reason he turned around? Doesn't Martha like it too?


“Which according to mama, my choice is good right?” brams asked as he chatted with Martha on the back porch. They were enjoying a cup of tea in their hands.


“Good, mom likes. Now, you help Marsya get close to Nata. Mamah is sure, with his familiar figure, Nata will easily accept the presence of Marsya.” Martha said with confidence.


He smiled with relief as he finally found a way to separate Nata from Rachel.


“By pleasure.” Timpal Brams is no less happy.


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