It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
39. Old people

"You? Why are you here?"

I see, Mr. Arendra walked towards me with his steps that looked quite strange. Then why is he walking towards me?

I took a few steps back, but he walked closer and closer. I kept retreating, he kept coming closer. His hand moved like it was about to pounce on me. Oh my God, what is he doing to me?

Without me noticing, my eyes closed in preparation for the various possibilities that would occur. But the truth is nothing happened. I opened my eyes again, he had put on a kimono towel and tied it up.

I look back, it turns out there are his things located right on the outdor hangers that are also used to dry towels and the like.

Mr. Arendra was ruffled around the waist watching the thing I was carrying. A large pack of clothes that are neat, and of course fragrant belong to this family.

"This, sir." I handed the bag to him. But he refused it.

"You put it inside, and please keep it well! Vina used to do this without being told."

"But, Sir? Surely I am different dong huh? Vina has a family relationship with her father. With me, right, not at all? Time should be equated with me who first came here?"

"I don't want to know!" The man entered the house through a door not far from where we were standing.

I see, in the corner like what was said by Kak Vina, ready clothes are ready to be brought. It seems, there is a washing location outdor in this house. There's plenty of water there.

I have to put this family's clothes on first. However, I have absolutely no idea where to put these clean clothes.

Aaah, instead of dizziness, I'd rather just put it on this table. No way dong, I went into their room to tidy it up myself?

This big house looks so quiet. Not a single one was heard the voice of the residents or someone who was active. Does a house this big have no household system? It must be very troublesome to clean it yourself.

A big pack of clean family clothes I've put on the family room table. However, Mr. Arendra just disappeared without any news at all. Yes, I just went and brought the dirty clothes. I also moved back through the side door to the swimming pool.

"Ekheeemm .. Where are you going?"

A voice suddenly appeared and startled me. The house that had been quiet and quiet, suddenly appeared a creature wearing a bath kimono while carrying two glasses of juice and food that looked strangely brown.

"Well, Sir? Don't bother everything. This is indeed my job as a washerman." I refused to be polite even though he did not offer it to me at all.

Mr. Arendra was just commenting on a smile, which I thought was a prickly smile. Does he want to prank me. This house is very quiet, lest he give strange drugs into the juice. Lots of nuples tell of this strange drug.

"Well, who would offer you?" He passed me and sat on the poolside bench.

There sat a cat that had no fur. The strange cat had a strange shape. Yes, it turns out there are those who want to keep a strange cat like this.

That means the owner is a strange person, and Mr. Arendra is likely the owner. Means the conclusion Pak Arendra was --- strange ----

The juice I thought was poured on a special drink belonging to the cat. The cat immediately drank it. The snack I thought was a snack for us, was given to the cat. It's a luxury for your life, Cing. Beyond the luxury of myself and Elena.

My eyes did not stop paying attention to the patience of the lecturer in providing food to living things that supposedly very expensive.

A moment later, I realized my absurdity. Why do I keep watching this? It's just a waste of my precious time. Elena was waiting for me at home. I immediately moved in search of the dirty bag of clothes that was more than one earlier. However, of course it will serve me who is an entrepreneur.

Without saying anything, I immediately lifted the objects, but accidentally spilled water right next to it and this made my flip slippery. Aah, let it be. Just a little wet. To save time, I pile the dirty clothes in an embrace so that make the arrangement of the clothes exceed my height and of course the weight.

This behavior makes me uncomfortable. "What's up, sir? Is there anything else I should bring?"

He shook his head slowly. "That's Mama and Papa's new outfit. My clothes, let me bring it there myself."

"All right now, sir." I bargained.

"My yesterday's clothes are in order, haven't they?"

Aaah, why didn't Brother Vina hand it over to me? "Sorry, Sir. I forgot to bring it."

"Yes, later after you bring this, you come back again to bring my clean clothes!"

Duuh, come back again? Really males. Later let Kak Vina who brought for this strange man of lecturer profession.

"And don't you ever think about having someone else take your place. Because this task is special I give it to you!" said Mr. Arendra giving a witty smile.

In fact, when in class, Mr. Arendra is always seen to install a flat face. However, here he always gives a very annoying smile. It seems like he deliberately gave me a heavy duty, yes, incriminating me.

"Do you have a grudge against me?"

"Hahaha, grudge frat? Why think like that?" Both of his hands were back at his waist.

"Yes, from the treatment of the Father."

"Ekheeemmm .. already! Don't call me Father in a non-formal situation like this. You make me feel so old." The man who was still wearing the kimono leaned his fist on his mouth.

"Whatever you are my lecturer, teacher to me. The teacher is like an old man. So you're like a parent to me."

"Ooh, so?" A strange smile full of meaning returned to her.

"Well, your parents are asking you to pay off your debt immediately! Father who is not old, becomes old this is bored because of your sweet promises. You are like a campaigner with all the promises that never keep--"

"Wait, Sir? What relation? This guy is a real hobby for making things up."

In the smile that I feel holds something, Mr. Arendra helped lift the clothes that had been withered eaten by time.

"Where's your vehicle?"

I immediately grabbed the dirty clothes. "No need, sir. I can do it myself."

"You're weird, aren't you? Helped even refuse?" Mr. Arendra kept the dirty clothes.

I took the big bag back, and he took it back. I feel like all this adds up to the list of unpaid debts as well. Mutual actions happen.

However, my slippery flip-flops due to being a little wet made my footing not retraced perfectly.

I slipped while pulling the kimono worn by Mr. Arendra earlier. We leaned into that sizable basin.

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