If You're a Mate, How else?
Himself

The feeling when talking to Babas made me do something beyond reason.

I swear, no thought at all can go as fast and far. Suddenly the Babas pinned a white gold ring that was so snugly coiled on my ring finger.

It's a dream, isn't it? Why do I easily accept Babas' proposal? In fact, there is no shadow that I will be engaged or serious with someone in the near future. Fatally, even I reached out my hand to be paired with this ring. Not very ashamed. He'll think I'm cheap, won't he?

Unfortunately, I could not avoid saving my face that was already like this boiled crab. The Babas pulled me over to his unit because he was suddenly on the phone by his office to check on the work he said was urgent. Mbuhlah affair opo, I also do not understand. To be sure, now I'm just sitting in front of the television with the mind wandering, while he goes into his room leaving me alone here.

"Which.." call him from the room.

"What Mas?" I answered a little scream. But I immediately got up to him. "What?" ask again.

From behind the monitor, Babas looked at me, "sorry Mas cuekin broke back. If you want anything, take it yourself. It's okay, right?" tanyakanya.

"Yes," I replied short of being glued to the three monitors lined up to cover it. Crazy... What is that computer for?

"Here" she asked me.

I hesitated to approach. "Okay social accounts hacked, Mas try to help the IT team create a backup account. You're okay, right?" tanyanya seriously.

"It's okay, Mom" I replied.

"You're not mad, are you, we haven't had our anniversary yet?"

"Huh? What anniversary?"

"Turn it over," her grin made me smile in embarrassment.

"Continue on Mas. I'll wait outside, right? Let me focus," I bargained.

"Can. If it's cape, just sleep in Mas's room, huh?"

Just crazy. Later if I continue to pules in anything other than him, how? Getting in here is bad. Fear there is a demon passing through me just as he is equally khilaf. Ih, amit-amit gustiii... Don't let anything happen before its time. Dedek still needs a lot of guidance to go that way.

"I'm watching TV, Mom," I replied. Babas just nodded with a faint smile.

"No need to worry here, huh? You will stay here, too" he said.

"What the hell, Mas!" I answered while stepping out of the room.

"Don't close, Yank" he said as I closed the door. I just followed without answering again.

The Babas unit is so neatly arranged, clean, in accordance with his characteristics. Not a single item was stored carelessly. Even brooms, mop mops and small printouts are stored in their respective places.

I as a woman was a little flushed with the neatness of the Babas. What is my day that rooms and warehouses make no difference. All the endorsan stuff goes into the room even though to content, I have my own studio at home. But still, my room became a storage place for endors goods.

Much the same with Babas. I think the room was specifically for sleeping, and what I just entered seemed to be the second room that he conjured into a workspace.

I waited a long time to be my own boss. While I was walking into the kitchen, who knew there was food I could chew instead of sleepy.

And, just this time I saw the kitchen men like entering the kitchen master chef. What is more striking is the cutting board that is hung in a colorful row. He's a cutting board collection or what the hell?

"You hungry?" babas's question made me flinch in shock.

"Mas! Shocked to know!" my ketus. Babas just smiled.

"Sorry," he replied. "You hungry?" ask again.

I shook my head, "just looking for a glass, Mom," Sorry to lie. Shame dong if found out again.

"Glass is not there," Babas walked to the cabinet near the dining table. "Here," she held out a glass to me.

"Just white water, my mother," I approached as she poured water for me.

"Mas, I love the cutting board collection, huh?" my many.

"Huh?" The Babas glanced towards the kitchen, "not. Just according to its function," he replied casually.

That many? But its function is the same.

"The red for meat, the blue for seafood, the yellow for poultry, the white for ready-to-eat food, the green for vegetables" he explained as if answering my curiosity.

I swear, I can only gawk at her explanation. Crazyaa... At home there are only two wooden and plastic cutting boards. Want to cut meat, chicken, fish, vegetables, seafood, talent is that too. This how?

"That much?" my many.

"Why?" the question seemed strange to me. I'm weird about him.

"I'm home with only two. Cut anything with it - that too," I replied.

"Oh," she smiled. I think I'm confused as to what to answer.

"Why so much? I can use that too" I replied.

"mmm... In accordance with its function. So don't get mixed up," he said looking at me. He spoke very carefully as if afraid to touch me.

"Mas... COD?" my many.

"Huh? COD what?" the chapter asked. "COD cutting means?" ask again.

"No. That's loh, he meant... OCD*," I chuckled to myself, "I'm sorry, I asked gini," I grimaced badly.

"It's okay. It's just mmm... Can't see the messy stuff. And as you can see, I use things according to their function. That means more specific."

I cringed confused.

"I'm sorry if you'll be uncomfortable with Mas, Yang. Ordinary cook by themselves. They do everything themselves. That's why, Mas lives in a small apartment because it's easier for Mas to clean up. Mas so far more enjoy doing all alone than using Mbak or who help. I'm just afraid, he's even uncomfortable with me."

"How mean? How scared of being angry?"

Babas walked back into the kitchen. He pulled the drawer, "here," he asked.

I approached with my eyes fixed on the opened drawer. Crazyaa... Completely. Scribbling knives from the largest until the smallest neatly arranged. Spoons of various shapes, forks, chopsticks...

"Mas—"

"Will you have no problem if Mas ask you to wear this all after its function?" askinya.

"This is only a small part of Yang. That means there are pans, pans, and others that are used in accordance with what will be cooked," he explained looking at me fixedly. "Mas do not like to use goods, for example specifically to cut vegetables, even dipake for meat. Mas. can't. You'll be okay, right?" ask again.

Crazyaaa... It's getting my head pulsing. Look at the ring on my finger, I didn't think. It's nothing, he's already... Ah, I don't know what else to say.

"So it's really OCD?" my many.

"Mas never check anyway, if Mas OCD or not. Obviously, I'm used to everything being organized. Ye... It's no problem, is it, Yang?" again he asked.

I grimaced. Confused what to answer. If you now immediately back off, can you not be sad?

*OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) or abbreviated as OCD is a form of mental health problems that make sufferers have thoughts and impulses that cannot be controlled which are repetitive (obsession) and the emergence of compulsive (coercive) behavior. Examples of compulsive behavior such as washing hands repeatedly after making direct contact with something that he does not think is clean. 

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