Friends Who Destroy
BC 19

Actually Faruq was reluctant to eat Alexa's food, but because the rain was too heavy, he did not have time to stop at the restaurant to eat.

"Take this a thank you note for driving me this morning" Alexa said as she walked up to the kitchen table and opened the hood.

With a little lazy Faruq approached the dining table and found some side dishes served there. Dashingly he sat down on the chair and took a barrel of rice with some side dishes as his companion.

One mouthful just went straight into Faruq's mouth, a few seconds later he felt a very familiar taste in his tongue. He smiled thinly.

"Are you cooking this?" Tanya Faruq tried to test Alexa's honesty. He is very familiar if it is the cuisine of Ijem ma'am who always sells in the front alley. It has been almost 5 years Faruq ate his cooking, of course he memorized.

"Yes.... Ofcourse....." Alexa felt a little proud of herself. His smile bloomed perfectly.

"Then the dishes were the other day???" Faruq tried to investigate something.

"That's my cooking too....." Answer Alexa with a slightly sour face mimic. It seems that once there began to be a worry implied behind the smile that he was smiling. Alexa didn't think her husband was so sensitive to her taste buds.

"But it tastes different, it tastes good yesterday" Faruq said as he placed a spoon and fork on his dirty plate. Those brown eyes looked at Alexa with a full-fledged look.

"Come on.... Your lie is Alexa's fault" Faruq murmured in his heart.

"I..... I'll definitely cook like yesterday for you....." Alexa is nervous.

Faruq who knew the truth only smiled wryly.

"Oh yes..... Did you hire people in this house?" Tanya Faruq turned her head towards Alexa.

"There are.. 2 people cleaning service from PT, they come every morning and go home in the afternoon" explained Alexa unsuspecting.

"All right..... Tomorrow I'll be home soon, I want to see them, make sure they don't come home before I get home" said Faruq with a rogue look.

Alexa raised both eyebrows, and,

"Is there something??" Ask Alexa who started to smell the awkwardness of Faruq's orders.

"Ti's.....No. gabe... It's not like that, I just want to introduce myself" replied Faruq trying to cover up his veiled intentions.

Alexa could only nod her head casually. Then Faruq immediately passed from the dining room.

"We look.....!!!! You hide in the shadow of who Ghea is....." An awkward smile rose on Faruq's lips as he recalled the taste of the cuisine the other day which was similar to Ghea's cooking.

Faruq went inside his room and immediately cleaned himself up, washing away all the tired with the warm water that doused his burly body.

"Ghea..... Why are you doing this to me..." Faruq's sigh was infuriated by Ghea's attitude that eluded him.

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"Ghea.... What's with him?" Ask Mr. Morgan was suspicious of his son's attitude which was suddenly incompetent in taking care of the company.

The bleached-eyed bead moved here and there, trying to find an answer.

Miss Cristine could only exhale her rough breath as she walked closer to her husband with a white cup of flowers on either side.

From the beginning it was Cristine who blatantly rejected the position given to Ghea.

Mr. Morgan could only sigh harshly. He still believes that the feeling about Ghea as the successor to the company is very true, only he does not want to argue with his wife for now.

"Drink this tea..... This is great for papa's health" Ms Cristine said as she offered her husband a cup of brewed tea.

Without hesitation Mr. Morgan drank the tea immediately, Miss Cristine smiled brightly while staring at the white cup that was immediately empty.

Miss Cristine sat next to her husband while gently kneeling her husband's arm. While Mr. Morgan was just pensive to look at the shade of bush plants neatly arranged in the backyard.

"Aauuuu" Shouted Mr. Morgan suddenly as he felt pain running through his entire head.

His forehead creased tightly, both of his hands holding his head that felt so painful.

"Why why??" Ask Cristine who looks a little panicked.

This is not the first time Mr. Morgan has had such a severe headache. The old man had often felt the same way to the point that he had to retire early and leave all the responsibilities of the company to one of his heirs.

"Papa's head hurts again???" Tanya Miss Cristine gripped tightly on Mr. Morgan's arm.

Seeing the nod from her husband, Cristine immediately took Mr. Morgan to her room with great difficulty.

"Go get some rest, I'll call the doctor to check on you" Cristine said as she covered her husband's frail body.

Then he rushed to reach for the phone on the nightstand, engraving some contacts there.

"Hallo doctor Samuel..... Come to Morgan's residence now, Mr. Morgan's head is sick again" Cristine told someone in her call. Then the middle-aged woman who was still always paying attention to her appearance immediately closed the call and approached towards her husband.

"You're that..... I told you not to think too much about heavy things. But you're still doing that" said Cristine, who sat on the edge of her husband's bed.

"Oh yes, the boy...... Does he not know the pain his father is suffering from? Until he has to create trouble after trouble" Miss Cristine seems annoyed with Ghea.

Mr. Morgan was just pensive in his bed staring at the ceiling of the house as white as milk, regardless of the words of his wife in the least.

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The smell of chemical drugs is very clearly smelled from all corners of the wind. The smell was so tickling the nose of Mr. Morgan who looked relaxed undergoing examination at a health clinic.

"How about Mr. Morgan...?? Do you remember???" Ask a doctor who seems more authoritative in the white coat he wears.

But the man with gray hair was only silent while frowning, The doctor did not know if at that time Mr. Morgan was exerting his memory as much as possible, but he forgot the question the doctor asked.

"How can I forget that" complained Mr. Morgan who was disappointed with his declining memory.

"Don't force the reward.... You could have a headache later" said Miss Cristine, who was sitting right next to her husband.

Mr. Morgan could only nod his head slowly, but he still could not stop to remember the doctor's question.

"All right....." Hela the doctor who felt if the examination was enough.