Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 40

Ayu tidied her messy hair. Trying to close his neck that there is a trace of fondling from Anjar. In haste, he encouraged the man before him to enter his room not far from where he was standing.

"Don't go out" Ayu warned.

The sound of knocking on the door was getting more intense and louder. He cleared his throat for a moment, then neutralized his heartbeat, exhaling violently.

His hand shook grabbing the doorknob, turning the key and opening it. "Ma ... Of Gandhi? How's the tumben coming home at this hour?" I asked a little nervous.

Gandhi squinted, sweeping the entire room with two glasses of orange juice and a jar open.

"There's guests? Wh who? The feeling no one knew about this house yet," he asked probing. He ignored Ayu's question. Curiosity is more dominant.

His feet stepped in, feeling the unpleasant air in the house. Ayu looked down deeply, "I-it was me stopping by. He happened to be from the hospital too. So, all my anterin," Ayu replied stammered.

"Ooh, what man is a woman? Where's the guy?" cecar Gandhi stared intently with the tail of his eyes.

"There's a room, Mas. It's resting." Ayu.

"Hmmm...." Gandhi nodded, rushing to his room to pick up the file for a meeting later that afternoon. It just happened to be a break, so he ate at home, he thought.

But he smelled a suspicious scent since he saw a jazz honda parked in his yard.

"Oh yes, please cook. I want lunch" Gandhi said at the door.

'Campus! There is no material in the refrigerator, he murmured in his heart while widening his eyes.

Gandhi frowned looking at Ayu's face. "Why? Instant noodles isn't there? Love a short distance," he said as if understanding the contents of Ayu's brain.

"Eh. Emm .. yes, Mas. There are!" Hurriedly Ayu made instant noodles and cooked them. Not to forget the eggs according to Gandhi's order. It did not take long, he also served two dishes of fried noodles with beef eye eggs on it.

After that he started to enjoy his simple lunch. Ayu also sat in front of him, eating with Gandhi.

The man choked on the noodles as he raised his gaze. He patted his chest that felt spicy and hot.

Ayu thrust a glass filled with water, "Pelan-pelan dong, Mas," he reminded.

Gandhi's eyes even glazed over so fiercely. Sweat started to appear on his forehead. Sipping one glass of water until it runs out. Then put it rough.

"What are you doing?' ask Gandhi in full.

"Reg ... Meaning, Mas? Kan was abis making noodles continue to eat together with Mas Gandhi," replied Ayu. He was nervous and scared so reflexively put his hand on his nape.

The deg!

Her eyes were perfectly rounded. She remembers her hair tied up. His body stiffened not daring to raise his gaze parallel to Gandhi's bead which was already engulfed in anger.

The man's molars tightened, Gandhi's hands clenched firmly. Until his muscles pop out.

"Explain! What are you doing in my house!" gandhi said slowly but with great emphasis on holding back the anger that was ready to enslave.

Ayu was still speechless, her body trembling in fear. He tried hard to hold his saliva in through his throat.

"What did you do, Ayu!" gandhi shouted deafeningly as he kicked down the dining table. The plate in front of him floated up and fell again onto the table.

This was the first time Ayu had seen the other side of Gandhi. The man who was always patiently insulted, ridiculed, belittled like anything remained silent and patient. But this time Ayu was really scared by Gandhi's anger.

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