Happy Ending's
Chapter 6: Meeting again

For some reason my body suddenly began to shiver. Brpr! I lifted my blanket without opening my eyes. I don't want to wake up from my sleep. I am still tired, still want to laze around, and still .. want to enjoy the smell of roses in the morning? Wait wait wait wait ...

Suddenly I smelled the scent of roses mixed with the cold infiltrating my blanket.

I opened my eyes. Weight. I think someone stuck there. Apparently, the window was wide open and outside the sky was still dark. And I saw Antonius sitting on his laptop. What time did he wake up? And what does he want to do this early morning? I'm sure the chickens are still sleeping and don't want to crow.

"Wakeup. The morning air is good for you."

Antonius' voice woke me up even though I didn't want to. This bed, this blanket, this pillow, it's too comfortable to leave behind.

I shifted my body to the edge to get closer to the man who had shaved the fine hair on his face.

His brownish hair was already slippery and comb it back. He wore black pants and a tight white shirt to show his body shape. I feel no need to sun in the morning, it feels like he can shine my morning.

"What time is this?" I asked while wiping my cheeks. Something has dried up. Slow down so my skin doesn't get scratched. The ills? I hope Antonius doesn't seem to see my throat in the morning.

"Five. I've asked Auntie to take your dress to the laundry." He answered without looking at me. He was concentrating on typing something.

"thank you. But, can I go back to sleep?"

"No." He's so stiff. He must have never had a lover. Where would a woman want to be with a dictating man like him? Mmpphh!!!

"Hey. I want to ask you something. Can I?"

"Hmmm."

"How old are you?"

"35."

It's just right he is. He's almost four heads. So it is natural that his attitude is boring and can not be romantic like a young man.

I took my foot out of the blanket and walked towards the sofa that was located under the window.

"Yahwaaaaa! Look over there!" I pointed to the garden decorated with colorful lights. Is beautiful. It is like an amusement park at night.

"I've seen it every day." Antony answered flatly.

I opened the black bag in front of me. There's my phone there. I put the annoying guy in and I started photographing the park many times. Unsatisfied with the resulting photo, I decided to go to the park.

I'm looking for the feather sandals I wore last night. It was under the bed. I ran to the bathroom, opened the closet and searched for a sweeter. And, yes, I found it. Very soft and warm light purple knitting coat.

As fast as lightning I came out of the room. Down the stairs and there's an aunt in the house who's cleaning the floor with a vacuum cleaner.

"Morning, Bi?"

"Morning, Ms. Key. How did you wake up?"

"He forced me to wake up!" I replied in a whisper while pointing upwards. I don't want that stiff guy to hear it.

"Steve's got the dawn up."

Steve's? Maybe it was Antony.

"Bi. Key's going to the back garden first, yeah."

Without hearing the answer, I ran towards the door that connected directly with the garden. If running like this every day, I do not have to diet in order to be slim. Because the house is large, so it is quite far between the room and the garden. It is very difficult to have a rich husband. I wonder what his job is. Couldn't it be that at the age of three five he was unemployed?

When I got to the park, I quickly took photos and videos. I took it as much as possible. I feel like I got the lottery. The thing I dreamed of came suddenly. I love this park. Although not so like his house because it is too big.

"For Madam Key," said an old man holding two buckets in his hand. Contains fertilizer for those flowers.

"August, Sir. Want to be given fertilizer? Key help, will you?" I offered myself cheerfully. In my house, although not much, I also planted some kind of rose and put it basecamp where I worked.

"No need. Steve usually does. But now there's Miss Key at home, so you know."

"Which father lives next door? Key can play?"

"That's over there. Back pavilion. Same Aunt inside."

"Aunty's wife, huh, sir?"

"Hehehe .. yes, Ma'am. But baby has no children."

I'm mangosteen.

"Sir, what's Steve doing, sir?"

"Oh, Steve works at the computer." Answer the grinning father.

"That's Steve," he continued.

He's? Antoninus? I looked back and he was already standing there with his hand folded.

"Since when do you have a hobby of gossip in the morning?" ask her while approaching me. The father, walking away from me. Blurred.

"Mmmmm .. since I don't know your long name, what your job is, and what you've been doing all this time."

"Your habits are very bad."

The man grabbed my hand. As usual, he did it suddenly. I was pulled into the house and headed towards the kitchen.

"Where's the aunt going?" manyaku. The house is deserted without a vacuum cleaner.

"home."

"Hey! Can't you answer with a longer answer?" I asked while hitting the dining table. Piqued.

"You are so mysterious. You're not gay, are you? That's why you want to be betrothed to me?" Anthony who was stirring coffee suddenly stopped.

"Yes, right?! You must be gay! Already rich, handsome, although not as handsome as Bima, your age is even too mature, and not married. Isn't that weird?"

Anthony did not react at all. He just listened to my babble. Exactly like the father who every day listened to the complaints of mama without interrupting. And after mama's done, it's my turn to talk.

"Chocolate barley or beans?" ask me without turning around.

"both."

The smell of toast and milk coffee began to say hello to me. Spawning there and teasing me to eat it.

A little while later Antonius gave me a cup of coffee milk and toast with peanut butter and chocolate. I directly devoured it. And I don't want to offer a man who just stands in front of me and just looks at me without answering my questions. Besides in this house a lot of food, if he is hungry he must eat.

After I finished breakfast, I left the glass and the plate on the table. I intentionally didn't wash it. Regardless of Antonius' gaze I walked towards the room. I want to brush my teeth, wash my face, then go back to sleep. It's still morning and I don't want to waste the opportunity to gather energy.

*****

"What's Ma'am, Key?"

My eyes glowed when I heard that voice. Aunties. He came in with a basket of vegetables. I also ran straight to him. Help him bring a basket. I can't bear to see his old body working too much. Isn't it hard to clean this whole house all by yourself?

"What are you cooking, Bi?"

"Mom, what do you want Key? If it was Steve, every day the food is always the same. Aunty just stay in the fridge."

I'm nodding. Prepare to ask another question. It's a good opportunity because Antonius doesn't seem to be home.

"What, huh? What's Aunt's favorite food? Let Key cook." My spirit began to splash when it was about talking about cooking.

"Is it really Mama Key who cooks?"

"It's really dong, Bi. Cook lying?" I tried to convince Auntie. Or maybe he doesn't believe that I can cook?

"That's Mbak Key. Cuisine of Caucasians that often Mbak Key made. What is it like that."

Eh? How do you know I like to cook?

"Which one, Bi? Italian Cuisine?"

"Well that. The one in Garfil's cat movie."

Gee. Aunt is smart. What he means is Garfield's favorite lasagna.

"Eh, Auntie, you know what? All the residents of this house are suspicious including Auntie." I asked. Who knows, I could get information from my aunt. I also went around the kitchen, opening the cabinets and shelves so I could figure out what they were. The kitchen is open and not too big. Anyone could immediately see the person in the kitchen from the middle room that was as big as the hall.

Yes, the lower floor is like a hall and there is a kitchen that is not too big on the edge. The second floor consists of rooms. I don't know what the contents of each room are. I dare not find out.

"Mas Steve used to watch Ma'am Key cook. So Auntie took a peek when she cleaned up Mas Steve's workspace."

"Really, Bi?" many reassuring. I'm getting curious at once there is a feeling of pleasure infiltrating into the chest.

"His Stevena has Bi?"

"There was. In the workspace. It's her room next to Miss Key's." My aunt pointed to the room next to mine. Oh, so he's there.

"Auntie has the material? To make lasagna?"

"There .. there is. Steve cooks it often, "Aunty answered eagerly and opened the cupboard containing the food stock.

"Let Key, Bi. Aunt just take a break."

"Gee. It just so happens that. Aunty wants to clean up Mas Steve's gym."

"Where's Bi the room?"

"That number three. Side of the workspace." Aunt passed too. Walk and climb into the room in question.

It seems like this house has a lot of secrets and stories. Especially Anthony. Her clothes were only black and white, she always ate the same food every day, she knew a lot about me, even watched my Youtube Channel often, and she was also quiet. I never saw him laugh. And he just smiles sometimes.

I'm looking for an apron in the drawer. After finding it, I wore it with a feeling of joy. Then look for a cutting board, a knife, and some bowls.

After everything was ready at the table, I started chopping the meat I found in the fridge. When finished, I finely chopped one onion. I opened a can of puree tomatoes and put it in a bowl. Butter, milk, cheese, and salt are all on the table. And don't forget a pack of lasagna and flour.

After all the ingredients were ready on the table, I started to heat the pot. I put in the salt butter and waited for it to melt.

 I put the onions and sauteed them until they are cooked. After that put the meat chopped until half-cooked. Then add puree tomatoes and bathe them with salt pepper and not forget the grated parmesan cheese. I didn't add red wine. Because I don't think Bibi is allowed to eat alcoholic food.

After the red sausage is ripe. I took the frying pan from inside the drawer. Heat it up, then add salt butter. I shrink the fire. Then put the wheat flour and stir it until flat and sand-shaped. I put the milk after and stir it well and there are no more lumps of flour.

I'm heating the oven to 165 degrees. While waiting for the oven to heat up to the desired temperature, I began to arrange the lasagna, red sauces, and white alternately in a heat-resistant container. After everything was done, I put the lasagna in the oven and baked it until it was cooked.

Hmmmm perfecto!

I turned off the oven and lifted the lasagna and put it on the table. From the smell, I make sure it tastes good. I hurried to the second floor. The gym where aunt cleaned. I want him to eat it while it's warm.

"Bill?" I knocked on the door and then entered. The room is like a real gym. I mean, like at a fitness center.

It's a lot of equipment and I don't know exactly what it's called. Honestly, I never went to a gym. I would rather exercise at home than have to mingle with the crowd.

"Let's go downstairs." I took my aunt to the kitchen. Slowly. Fear of Antonius being disturbed.

"Come come ... Aunt is hungry too."

"You want Key to help lap-lap, Bi?"

I took aunt. His body was thick and short. Her hair that was almost all white was always curled. I'm guessing maybe his age entered the head of six.

"No need. This cleanup is only once a month. You see, Steve if it runs out, it must be cleaned immediately."

As soon as I walked out the door, I remembered Antony. Do I have to greet him?

"Auntie eats first, yeah. It's on the table. Ambilin is for you too. Okay?"

Auntie walked down the stairs without me. I knocked on the door three times. Since there was no answer, I went straight inside. Antonius who was sitting on the black sofa while reading a book saw me when he entered. As usual, his gaze seemed to want to tear me apart.

"I made lasagna. You want to try it?"

Without waiting for an answer, I sat down next to him. And to him, it was as if I had never been in that room.

"I know you watch my chanel a lot. Aunt said that. So you no longer need to act cold to me."

"Well, if you don't answer!" I said threateningly. I lay my head on his lap. Suddenly and he looks shocked.

"I'll be like this till night if you haven't answered me."

And that's right. A minute, two minutes, ten minutes I watched his face from his lap, no sign of Antonius wanting to answer.

"Hey!" I shake my head. Seeking attention.

"What's your favorite book? If I like romantic novels. I love Stevan A's books. Unfortunately, I don't know what his face looks like. There is no information on the internet either. Anonymous! And the last word I heard after his latest book came out, someone saw that Stevan A was actually flawed. That's why he hid his identity out of embarrassment." I shifted my body. Then change position. Slanted. Facing Antoninus' stomach."

 "Hey! Have you ever read Stevan A's books?"

"No."

"just fine. You have to read it to know how to treat a woman. Moreover, that woman is your future wife," I replied exasperatedly while stabbing her stomach with an index finger. His stomach is so hard, filled with muscles and looks six pack shape even though he is sitting.

"Have you ever been in love?" I asked while describing the shape of the heart in his stomach.

"Do you know what it's like to be unnoticed? Feeling unappreciated and ignored?" My eyes are getting heavy to open. I'm like a dilapidated dinina and .. I don't want to say anything more than close my eyes. Her lap was so comfortable, warm, and evoked a little bit of my femininity.