Hey, My Cold Husband!
You guys are dating, huh?

Mika walked towards the kitchen lazily. When she was in the kitchen, Mika published her smile seeing Tasya - her new friend who was washing dishes there. With a sagging step, Mika surprised Tasya made Tasya surprised.

Mika chuckles to see Tasya surprised as well as Tasya, she smiles to see Mika still remembers her. He thought Mika would quickly forget because she was just a servant in this house.

"What are you doing?" mika asked, even though she knew that Tasya was washing dishes.

"Mika, can't you see it?" Mika laughs.

"Is there no other waiter?" mika asked as she looked around this spacious kitchen. But his eyes caught Dion sitting dreamily at the table there.

Mika's eyes are squeaking. "Why is that secretary there?" ask Mika to Tasya.

Tasya followed Mika's show, her cheeks immediately reddened to see Dion there. Was he there already? Ask Tasya in my heart.

Mika nudges Tasya's hand. "Do you have a special relationship with her?" ask Mika.

"Ti-no Mika. I don't know him." - nervous Tasya.

"Oh, I thought you had a relationship with him." Tasya.

"Well, what are you doing here, Mika?" tanya Tasya, switch the subject.

Mika patted her forehead. "I forgot. Says you fiercely tell the waiter to make 2 spaghetti." replied Mika.

Tasya nodded. "Yaudah, let me do it. You just sit there first." said Tasya pointed to the table that Dion also occupied.

Mika nodded. With a small jump, Mika approached Dion who seemed to be in a daze. He patted Dion on the shoulder, leaving Dion shocked.

Mika sat in a chair near Dion. He was grinning the horse for beating Dion.

Dion rubbed his face and looked at Mika. "Miss, she should be in the room right now. If the young master finds out, he can get angry, miss." said Dion.

"Ihhh, I came here because I was told by the fierce master, Om." replied Mika.

Dion mangosteen. "I guess the lady was wandering around while the young master was sleeping."

"Well Om, your count turned out to be wrong, yes" said Mika putting on a flat face.

"Tasya," call Dion. Making Mika who heard him surprised and curious. What is the relationship between the two of them.

Tasya who was preparing the spaghetti of the young master's order turned briefly to Dion with both eyebrows raised. "What's up, mister?" tasya asked, hiding her nervousness now.

"At a time" said Mika, weighing in. "Actually who are you?" Mika started to wonder.

Dion scrunched his forehead. "What does Miss mean?" tanyakanya.

"Are you dating?" Mika.

Tasya who heard that instantly dropped the scissors in her hand. He quickly picked it up again, turning his gaze to the spaghetti he boiled.

"You are wrong, miss. We're not lovers. We're not close" Dion replied.

"Ah, don't boongin me. I know you like Tasya, right?"

"No miss, I already have a lover." replied Dion, flat.

Tasya who heard that was silent. He focuses on making spaghetti for the young master and Mika.

Mika looked at Dion squealing. He wasn't sure that Dion didn't like Tasya. A beautiful and sweet woman like Tasya who doesn't like to see Tasya. Her beautiful face can make all men love her the first time they meet her. Moreover, the nature and behavior of Tasya which according to him is very feminine, different from him.

Tasya approached Mika with both plates containing spaghetti in her hand. "It's Mika. You should go back to your room. The young master will be angry, you know!" tasya said with hope Mika immediately returned to her room so that Mika did not ask questions that were not true.

Mika took the two plates from Tasya's hand but her eyes still squinted towards Dion. Walking back, Mika moved away from the two of them.

There are only Tasya and Dion. Tasya wanted to get away from there when Mika was gone but Dion's hand holding her back made her stare at Dion again.

"Don't expect it from me, Tasya" he said. "Don't expect me,"

Tasya smiled wryly, releasing Dion's grasp in his hand. "I know, sir. Then excuse me first, I want to go back to my room." pamitnya then waisted away.

"Master!" mika yelled as she entered Raga's office with two plates in her hand. "This is the spaghetti." he continued.

Raga clucked. "Don't scream!" exciting Raga. "Dry!" her and Mika follow her.

Mika approached Raga then sat in her chair which was still next to Raga. Get rid of Raga's laptop to the end of the table and put the two spaghetti plates into the middle of the table.

Raga sued Mika's head when she saw her laptop just removed by her.

Mika is innocent. He stirred up the spaghetti so that the spice was mixed then after that he devoured the spaghetti first making the Raga who saw it annoyed.

"Don't eat first! Bribe me first." said Raga, turning her eyes to her laptop.

Mika swallowed the spaghetti in annoyance and then she fed Raga with her spaghetti. Though Raga has her own spaghetti, why tell her to feed herself with her spaghetti?

Raga bribed Mika's bribe without taking her eyes off her laptop.

"Sir, how do you work in an office?" mika asked while feeding Raga with spaghetti again.

"Do I need to answer?" ketus Raga without looking at Mika.

"Sir, why did you choose me over my sister? Are your eyes troubled so choose me instead of Kak Sekar? Obviously beautiful Kak Sekar than me even though I am also beautiful. But it's weird, sir. Many talk to me if told to choose between Kak Sekar and me, people will prefer Kak Sekar. And what's with you sir? Until choosing me over Sekar?" babble Mika while feeding Raga.

Raga was upset. The sharp gaze of Mika who chattered is unclear. "Can you shut? I'm focused here!" pissed Raga.

Mika. He bribed the spaghetti into his own feathers.

After finishing her work, Raga closed the laptop. He immediately looked at Mika who was still eating spaghetti.

He wanted to pinch Mika's pudgy cheeks because she kept putting the spaghetti into her mouth. And again at the corner of his lips there is sauce sambal makes it very anxious at the 23-year-old girl.

Raga's raised hand swept the corner of Mika's lips made Mika speechless looking at Raga with both eyebrows raised. Then Raga looked at the sausage she had picked up from the corner of Mika's lips on her and she licked her own finger.

Mika who saw that glared in disbelief. "Sir, how does it feel? What sweet? It's saos sambal from the corner of my lips" said Mika.

Raga smacked her lips. "Pait." Mika looked at Raga with one corner of her lips upwards.

Raga leaning on the sofa sidetrack. He took a long breath. Today's work really made him feel tired.

"Master," call Mika.

"Hmm?"

"I've heard you have a different boyfriend than you are 5 years old. I thought you were a pedophile" Mika said making Raga stare intently at her.

"What did you say?" raga's tone was high.

"Yes, you chose me over Kak Sekar who is obviously the same age as you but why did you choose me? I've concluded, you turned out to be a pedophile yes, sir."

"Dear, how brave of you!" shouted Raga while continuing to shake Mika's head making Mika's head forward and backward.

"Sir, I want a drink!" yell Mika.

Raga laid off her toyoran on Mika. "You want to drink why yell at me?"

"Hmmm, hehe I just want to shout sir." Mika. Raga rolled her eyes lazily.