Devano Pranata Yoga
Gay Grandma

Safira opened the main door, and immediately stepped towards her room to change clothes, in plain clothes.

After changing clothes, Safira immediately stepped into the kitchen. He thought for a moment, actually it was still too late to cook dinner now, Safira thought.

"Ah, I better go to the ironing room first, after it's all done, then I cook for dinner later," Safira murmured and then stepped out of the kitchen.

Safira sat in front of the ironing table, to be honest, he often ironed his own clothes. However, Safira always felt dissatisfied with the ironing results.

"Hemm, just be content, Sa. Rather than not being bullied at all" he told himself.

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The clock showed at 5pm. The main door is back open. Now the ones coming home are Dev and Jimmy. Dev glanced at the kitchen, empty, there was no one there.

The man turned his gaze toward Sapphira's room, like she wasn't there either.

"Sir, are you looking for Miss Safira?" ask Jimmy carefully.

"No, I'm not looking for him" replied the proud Dev who confessed the truth.

"Hmmm, I thought you were looking for him." Jimmy sat down at his desk and played the CCTV footage of the house.

"If you're looking for Miss, she's asleep in the ironing room, it looks like she's really exhausted today" Jimmy told reporters.

"Where do you know?!" Dev turns to Jimmy and smiles at the CCTV footage in the ironing room.

'Ah, I'd love to prank her.' Inner Dev is bad intentioned.

Dev stepped into the ironing room and entered by sneaking into it. He glanced around the room, thinking about how exciting to work on Safira.

Dev dabbed Sapphira's shoulder twice, the woman wriggled, then returned to sleep. Dev again dabbed Safira's shoulder, then blew the woman's neck repeatedly.

"Grandma dipper? Did he follow her here?" safira muttered and ran out of the room.

While Dev, the man was holding his stomach which hurt from laughing since the departure of Safira.

"Hahahaha, cowardly girl!" he said then wiped the clear details that came out of the corner of his eye. This time Dev's tears came out not because of sadness, but because it was too late in his laughter.

''It looks like there will be smiles and laughter that will continue to be seen in this house," muttered Jimmy who was still faithfully watching the CCTV footage of the ironing room.

Satisfied with laughing, Dev walked straight out of the room, and walked up the stairs. He paused for a moment and frowned when he heard Safira's scream from his room. The woman screamed for help from her Mom and Dad, it seems like Grandma Gayung is actually visiting her now.

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"Sister Dev?" call Sapphira when Dev is about to get out of the kitchen, after he has finished his dinner.

"Hmmm, what's wrong?" dev asked while trying to hold back his laughter.

"I, I want to ask." Safira was silent for a moment. "Did the ghost really exist?" ask her with such an innocent face.

Dev held back his stomach and then shut his mouth so as not to laugh in front of Sapphira.

"Khemm," he said, and immediately returned his face to the initial setting.

"Yes, they do exist. And you know." Dev was silent and then stepped closer to the kitchen door. "It was in the kitchen where they were gathered" he said, then walked away from Safira.

"Sir Dev!" shouts Safira. The woman runs up to Jimmy's desk, forcing him to accompany her in the kitchen.

"That's all," muttered Jimmy who was now sitting at the dinner table, with eyes and hands focused on his laptop. He patiently accompanied Sapphira who was still washing dishes and also cleaning the kitchen, until the woman was done with her kitchen affairs.