
Korea
Tonight in an apartment, two human beings are sitting on a sofa in the middle room. This time it was winter. Up the mood
yes it does tickle a little piercing into the recesses of the heart.
He was still standing in the pantry. He looked like he was drinking a cup of coffee.
Husni, who was at the dinner table, looked at the back of a woman named Inayah.
Why does she really look like my wife Nara. His body, his face, and his appearance. If in the ranks, they deserve to be called sister brother. But it looks like this Inayah is a strong and independent woman.
"Sir Husni. Here's the coffee."
Husni was shocked.
"Eh, yes Inayah. Thanks." Thanks."
"Please sit down, Inayah."
Inayah nodded. He's still a little awkward.
"Sorry, Inayah, I have to bring you here."
"It's okay sir. That was my job. Isn't that secretary's job, writing down every boss's schedule."
"Yes. I mean, sorry. Because I have to take you to live under one roof like this. If I have to book an apartment again, I'm worried about you Inayah. This is foreign. Not our place. So it's also my job to protect you."
"Yes. I understand. As long as we can keep the boundaries, it's not a problem that we've got one roof."
"Yes Inayah, you remind me of my wife."
Inayah smiled.
"Is he like me?"
"Yes Inayah, similar. And I love him more than anything in the world."
"I drank his coffee."
Inayah nodded.
Husni sipped his coffee.
"Well, the coffee tastes good Inayah. You're terrific. My wife can't make coffee like this. Sometimes it's too sweet. Sometimes too bitter. But you can instantly make me coffee that fits on my tongue."
"Yes sir, thank you for the compliment."
"You take it easy, Inayah, even if you are my secretary, I will know the limits. I won't be teaching you. I love my wife so much."
"Yes Sir. I'll also keep my attitude for the next few months."
"Of course, you can sleep Inayah. Tomorrow, we'll have a meeting.
***
After dawn prayers, Husni exits the room heading to Pantry. He saw Inayah was already struggling in Pantry
like yesterday, Inayah made breakfast for Husni.
There's nothing special. Just plain fried rice.
" Inadiah. What are you cooking again?"
"Fried rice sir."
"Oh. It looks good."
He just smiled.
"You're good at cooking?"
"Yes Sir. Cooking is my hobby."
After finishing making fried rice, Inayah and Husni ate the meal.
"Taste you good Inayah, beyond my maid's cooking at home. Try that Nara is also good at cooking like you."
"Ah, don't praise too much sir, can't your wife cook?"
"Yes, the learning process. Learning to cook for my husband. From shrink Nara it's very spoiled. He's so spoiled. Always prank his maid."
"Oh..."
"From now on you call me Husni. Don't call dad. Let's not feel awkward anymore.
Well, if you're both like this, let's just say we're friends. So you can tell me all the burdens of your mind."
"All right, Mr. uh, Husni."
"Yes already. I'll be leaving soon to see the client."
"All right, I'll get your clothes ready."
"You forgot yeah."
"Eh yes. Husni. ah, but I don't feel good calling her."
"Yes Mas Husni, I went to your room to prepare your clothes first."
Husni smiled, I don't know what's on his mind right now. He seemed to admire Inayah a little. Made coffee, cooking once on his tongue.
Husni went into his room. On the bed, there were already shirts, suits, ties, socks and shoes. This is a secretary. But it's like his wife.
"I remember Nara, I'm doing her again now. Since I got here, I haven't contacted him. After I finish my job, I'll call him.
****
Indoneszian.
Nara looks worried.
He looked towards Darma and Ratih who were still making out in the living room.
Ah, those two boys, just cool off. While I was anxious to think of Husni.
Darma and Ratih joked and laughed.Well, her name is also a newlywed.
"Kak Nara why?" ask Ratih who seems to have realized that Kak Nara is indeed sad again.
Ratih broke away from her husband's embrace. He then moved towards Nara.
Ratih then sat down next to Kak Nara.
Nara shed her tears.
"Sister, Why?" ask Darma.
"Sister Husni, he hasn't been frivolous either."
"Well, sister, only two days have you been in tears.dulukan you also separated for many years. It's okay."
Ratih threw a pillow at Darma's face.
"Dad, want to start you again?"
"Mas, Brother Nara is sad again. Don't be sad anymore dong! They used to be dating, now their status is different. So naturally dong if Kak Nara was anxious. They're newlyweds too."
Mangosteen darma.
"Sorry, brother. I'm the same. If there's no train a day, it's like a year."
Ratih.
"Start to change it."
Darma smiles. He could clearly see that the little girl was already looking happy.
"Yes Ratih you are right.Son is very sad. You have not frowned upon it until now."
"Ratih believes, if Mas Husni, must still be very busy. He hasn't had a chance to sack Nara."
He hugged Nara. His heart is very happy. He has long known that he has an older sister.
"Ratih's night, aren't you sleepy?"
"I want to nemenin Brother first. Let my brother not be sad anymore. I've had a big sister for a long time."
Nara let go of Ratih's embrace.
"Thank you very pretty. My sister also has no sister. So you can think of me as your brother, and I think of you, my sister.
"ahem.."Darma who feels in cueki throbbing.
"I'm looking at the scene of dra kor. Hugging everything, I'm like a mosquito is not considered" said Darma.
"Ih sirik you Mas. If you want to sleep there, sleep alone."
"Byeah, Cook yourself Deck. It's your husband."
"Yes. But I promised Mama. Until I graduate high school, I can't sleep with Mas."
"Ah, wait a year. Not very fair." Dengus.
"Tonight, I'm going to sleep with sister Nara. Let him not be lonely anymore. Can't you Sis?"
Nara nodded.
"Yes, baby, that's fine."Nara agreed.
Darma seemed annoyed at being ignored by the two women, without thinking anymore, Darma woke up from his seat.
and
Bugh...
a pillow floated into Ratih's face.
"Law... Mas Darma's...Just watch out for you later. I'll get it back."
Darma ran a little towards her room.
Nara was just smiling herself to see the behavior of Ratih and Darma. He was also a little amused by them.