DUREN ANTIG VS WIDOW ANTIG
DUREN ANTIG VS WIDOW ANTIG 1

Riska's first night at the Kusumo family's house has to deal with Reyhan. A cool widower who unfortunately looks cold in Riska's eyes. Riska did not know how to behave, until her decision chose to follow the instructions of her employer. Yes, Riska limits herself by calling herself a servant and host as an employer. Although Riska knows that she is here as a guest, she has already made her decision to William and has been presented to the hosts.

“Please sit” Reyhan's cold voice instructing Riska. Riska blinked and prepared herself and sat down right in front of Reyhan. Because that's the only chair in front of Reyhan's desk. Reyhan caught a glimpse of Riska who was already sitting before him.

“I don't know what to treat you like” Reyhan sighed after saying what stuck in his heart. Although it still sounded cold in Riska's ears, it was better than the first speech.

“Aug me as a worker here tuan” replied Riska finally. That sentence appeared in his eyes.

“Good. William already said what you wanted” Reyhan paused his words. There seems to be a lot of burden on him.  And that can be seen by Riska.

“I've seen how you educate your children. I salute and that's why I called you here” unnoticed Reyhan, this is the longest sentence he said to people he just knew. Riska is still loyal to her silence.

“I want you to take full responsibility for my three children” Reyhan finally able to express his point. But it was Riska who felt ambiguous with her master's statement.

“Meanour?”

“His needs, developments and practices. You also have the full right to punish them if necessary, as long as they do not damage mental and physical violence. We will keep a close eye on your work”

“I understand. May I ask you something?” ask Riska hesitating.

“Say, I will try to meet if able”

“I want to be allowed to use the kitchen any I need. I am used to preparing anything for my children also stock them”

“I allow. You can also use the materials that are there. Just tell the same chief waiter to fill the stock in the refrigerator. You can also cook for us”

“Thank you tuan” Riska looks happy even though Reyhan gave permission with his cold voice.

Your happiness is simple Ris. If only my happiness were as simple as your happiness. ~ Reyhan saw a happy look on Riska's face.

“I want to rest” said Reyhan. Riska immediately stood up and took her leave from Reyhan's study. Riska knew herself enough if her master wanted to be alone.

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After dawn prayers, Riska headed straight for the kitchen. There was already a servant in charge of the kitchen and a special chef hired by Ali.

“Morning bi.  Morning chef” greet Riska with friendly.

“Morning is also miss. Can we help you?”

“Oh no. Riska just wants to cook for kids breakfast and the others”

“No need Miss. It's our job” reject that chef subtly.

“Then let me help the chef and aunt. Do not be rejected” although friendly, but the last sentence Riska sounds quite firm.

“Alright” finally the two men resigned. While the servant leader who had been told Reyhan was only monitoring without approaching.

Thirty minutes more they cook and now everything is ready.

“All western cuisine?” ask Riska. The chef was quite surprised by Riska's knowledge. They do not know yet that Riska has her own cafe which is now managed by the duo K William's sister.

“Don't surprise chef. I just know that” Riska does not want to tell the truth, afraid to be considered arrogant.

“Oh, no Miss” chef was misbehaved. Aunt just smiled.

“Can I cook another one? My son is used to cooking. Sorry, I have no intention whatsoever” Riska feels bad to the chef and aunt.

“Please Miss. Can we help?”

“Oh, with pleasure. I also want to make for everything”

Riska the spirit of cooking fried rice sausage and egg rolls her children's favorite. He cooks a lot and his time is fast. After taking it to prepare at the dinner table, Riska asks the aunt and the chef to take it and divide it for everything. The aunt and chef were happy. This time they felt noticed. Usually just wait for the leftover cooking or make a new after all his employers selasi breakfast. Not because they are not noticed, but everything is already running with money. Though small attention as Riska does is also necessary. It provides comfort to make the worker feel comfortable.

“Bi, chef, Riska to the room first. Clean up and wake up the kids. Must have slept kagi after dawn”

“Oh Yes Nona”

Riska woke Rindi after she finished her bath. Then Rendi and Reno's room. After her children woke up, Riska climbed up the stairs to her foster room.

“Gosh” Riska rubbed her chest to brace herself to see how messy Sila's room was.

“Non, wake. Already six o'clock over” Riska gently wiggled Sila's body. Deliberately said jan six more so that his foster children quickly wake up.

“What?” pekik Sila was surprised. Without warning, Please get up and run straight to the bathroom. Riska giggled at the behavior of Sila who was afraid of being late. Still laughing, Riska tidied up Sila's room and arranged the books scattered on her study table.

Riska continues her duties towards Sean's room. Not much different from Sila's room, Sean's room was also a mess. In the same way Riska woke Sean up. The response Sean gave was not much different either. So on until the three foster children are ready to wear uniforms prepared Riska on the bed each.

“Auntie, which PR book?” screams Sila from her room. Riska comes with a crush. His jaw immediately came down when he saw that Sila's study table was in a mess again.

“Why is this added again non?” tanya Riska tried to suppress her voice to sound as soft as possible.

“Salah aunty herself why my PR book is tidied” replied Please do not want to lose.

“It should be tidied up last night all those who will be brought today” Riska still talk softly even though her heart wants to devour people.

“Do not set me” ketus Please. Riska breathed her sigh. Even though he was given full rights, Riska did not want to misstep. Luckily Sean and Seno did not act.

Riska went down and was followed by her three foster children. Six o'clock over fifteen minutes. It's the record of the morning the trio S prepares for school. Ali and Nilam looked at them in wonder. Reyhan smiled faintly for a moment without anyone noticing. It was only the first day of work, but his children were able to wake up early. Reyhan thought about what Riska was doing. Even his voice was not heard. Only Sila's voice sounded when asking for PR.

“Ris, join breakfast with kids” take Nilam.

“Thank you Madam. I'm with the kids later on” reject Riska.

Riska stepped towards the dining table. Not to eat but to serve his master and little lady.

“What do you want?” ask Riska who is ready with a rice barrel. Sila who usually takes it herself feels moved, because only this first time there are those who pay attention other than papa and his oma opa.

“You try that fried rice. Tumben chef cook fried rice?” Please answer ketus to eliminate the taste of bapernya.

“I cooked miss. The kids really like fried rice” replied Riska honestly and picked up the fried rice for Sila.

“I also want to try” Sean and Seno said together. Riska with a smile served her two little masters.

“Or fried chicken or chicken krispi?” tawar Riska's.

“Ayam fried” reply Please.

“Chrispi” replied Sean and Seno together with Sila.

“Baik”

Riska put the fried chicken on Sila's plate and the chrispy chicken on the plate of her two little young masters. After that, Riska took water for her three foster children. Riska took three-seed milk packaging to put in her foster care bag as Reyhan instructed when equipping Riska what to do.

Reyhan was envious to see his son being noticed in such a way by Riska. The previous caretaker was not even that careful to the point of having to serve all meals.

If I had noticed too. Uh, what was I just thinking? ~ Reyhan shaking his head.

Reyhan felt that something was wrong with his brain. Why be jealous of her children who get special attention from their caregivers.

“Ma, pa, I'm leaving. You guys are being ushered in by a driver. Papa there's a morning meeting” Reyhan chose to go rather than his increasingly erratic mind. His son just nodded and continued eating.

“Master, wait” prevent Riska. Reyhan was forced to stop and turn his body to face Riska.

“You are not happy or saying goodbye to papa?” ask Riska gently. Reyhan gasped at Riska's words. He never did it all this time. Just saying goodbye and passing like this. Trio S looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

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