
Since five o'clock in the morning, Filla has occupied herself in the kitchen, however she must remember the message of mother and mother, preparing breakfast for herself and Rangga has become her duty now.
This morning Filla only made a simple breakfast in the form of a sandwich with vegetable stuffing, sausage and eggs, he deliberately toasted a bit of bread first, Rangga had taught him to make a sandwich, he said, if it is remembered to see the present Rangga, it is quite impossible to teach him.
"What cooking?" asked Rangga with a typical sound of waking up.
Filla turned, "Sandwich," Filla again focused on the egg she was cooking.
"When in your dream you can't cook, now what's the opposite? Even I can't cook," Rangga sat down at the table.
"Thanks to the thank you, you used to cook for us breakfast," Filla placed a plate containing a sandwich he made in front of Rangga. "I can't promise about the taste, but it's worth eating" said Filla and then sat in front of Rangga.
Rangga smiled, "It must be delicious," Rangga took a fork and spoon and ate it.
Filla looked at Rangga, waiting for certainty about the taste of the food he made.
"Bad son," Rangga bribed his food voraciously.
Filla smiled, she also cut her sandwich, "Em," Filla took a tissue and melted her food. "The eggs are salted Rangga, do not eat," Filla gulped water until leaving half in the glass.
"Enak kok," Rangga still ate hers voraciously.
"That's Rangga's salty," Filla stared in disbelief at Rangga who was about to finish her meal.
"Whatever you make must be delicious," Rangga stroked the top of Filla's head, "Thank you."
Filla just silently looked at Rangga, there was no disappointed or forced expression that Filla saw, Rangga was so sincere, without even criticizing his made food that was clearly salty.
"Today I'm going to the office, you want to come?" asked Rangga then sip the avocado juice that Filla made.
Filla shook her head, "Can I come out?" ask Filla.
Rangga frowned, "Where? Don't tell me you want to meet the camera," Rangga's face suddenly changed.
"Apaansih, I'd like to see Iren, Iren's sure of meeting yesterday."
Rangga nodded, "If it's new, but don't get too late."
"No promise either."
Rangga looked up at Filla, "I'm serious, yes" said Rangga with emphasis.
Filla sighed, "Yes, yes, very possessive."
"There's no harm in having your own wife."
Filla took out the egg in her sandwich, herself not strong with the dominating salty taste.
"You take the car, I'll get on the bike."
Filla looked at Rangga, "You have a bike?"
Rangga nodded, "Yes, salted."
"No need, I took a taxi" Filla again bribed the sandwich into her mouth.
Rangga shook his head, "You're in a car, danger by taxi."
"Cat your car, cook me and you ride the bike?"
Rangga clasped Filla's hand, "After marriage, there is no such thing as mine or yours, the car is both of us, if you don't have the heart I go on a motorbike yaudah later we buy another car," said Rangga relaxed.
Filla rounded her eyes, "Yes do not have to buy a car nor do you have to. Then buy a car already buy crackers, very arrogant."
"You've got a car."
Filla is only silent, free if you continue to refuse Rangga's request.
"I want to take a shower first" Rangga moved and approached Filla. "Want to take a shower?" tanya Rangga deliberately insulted Filla.
Rangga smiled, then kissed the top of Filla's head, then walked away from Filla to the bathroom after making Filla's face more blushing.
Can not be denied Filla, Rangga's actions still make it wrong behavior.
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"Worse yet, eventually you were united by fate, later prestige anyway," said Iren when Filla finished telling me everything about himself and Rangga.
They are in one of the cafes in the mall, Filla can not hide anything from his friends.
"Yes not prestige, I'm already determined to move on, after I try to even be gini."
Iren folded his hands together while rendering the chair, "Yes good, the person who tried you lupain finally came by itself, and lo, I think vinegar hid behind the word move on, I think, 3 Years of living with you, I've never seen you actually move on."
Filla sighed, however what Iren said was true, for three years she had only been hiding behind the word move on. "The now strange staircase Ren, is more considerate and romantic," Filla shuddered in horror.
"Home from before, you just didn't realize."
"From before? No way, Rangga is arguably an ice stone walking, let alone attention, a rare smile."
"His voice was insensitive to dodol, even when he brought me to Jakarta at that time, which he only talked all the way ya just lo."
Filla frowned, "Gue thought you guys were pdkt."
"Gue hope you think so, uh instead you meet with other guys, it's so that my plan to make you jealous."
"And I told you that he was just my college-age brother."
"Gue sense, look at the way the guy is natap lo, he also likes lo," Iren sipped orange juice in front of him that is still half a glass.
"No way," Filla shook his hand.
"Nevent pekanya minus-lessin Fill, I'm the same as yourself lo."
"Gue wants to tell a story, Rafael chat yesterday, and Rangga immediately angry, even though the problem is so trivial, really, just 'cause I'm talking to Rafael about me-you and he's using me-elo, simple, right?"
"It's natural that he was jealous, Rangga tuh lo Fill's husband, now has a place in your life, and whatever you feel simple is not necessarily for others also sinpel, besides what is difficult to do so."
"Yes awkward, I've been trying to hide it."
"Slowly."
Filla paused for a moment, "Have you changed the topic, how are you doing now?" ask Filla.
Iren sighed, "Gue wants to risign, I've tried in recent months to stay, but it's not comfortable, everything is the same perinsipank me."
Filla sighed, "This is a mah elo that needs a story, from earlier even horrified the problems of my life that are not important."
Iren smiled and then leaned on his body.
"Have you thought about mateng-mateng? After you risign, what do you want? Is there a plan?"
Iren shook his head, "Gue has no plans ahead, you know that the cave is the least able to maximize anything in life, I'm sure."
"Gue supports whatever your choice is, always," Filla said with a smile.
"That's the sentence I want to hear, only you can say it like that," said Iren.
Filla laughed, Filla was silent for a moment, "Why don't you open your own business? It's up to you to say that you're the boss."
Iren frowned, then flicked his finger, "What a hell, why don't I think, we join, open a boutique together, how?"
Filla rounded her eyes, "Lo seriously?"
Iren nodded enthusiastically, "Suddenly many ideas in my brain."
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