Knitting Tangled Yarn.

Knitting Tangled Yarn.
GOD IS THE BOSS KILLER.


“Both are the worst people. If I have to choose, I don't choose them. Because working with them is rode work,” answered Sascha who increasingly made the Gods laugh out loud.


“What if I become a financial manager?” ask the God who immediately stopped laughing.


“Ya.. how is Sa?” ask Kobe.


“More severe it seems. And Mas Kobe knew that Kak Dewa was the most noble boss among the company's top brass. Many complain about their performance and often confide in me. How is God like this? Did God eat wrong? Has the Lord never been healing? Those are the questions that make me stroke my chest. In their eyes it turns out Mr. God is a creepy boss and killer,” replied Sascha who made the Gods laugh again.


“While I used to be a very pleasant boss,” said Kobe who made Sascha nod his head.


“Ya... they want Mas Kobe back,” said Sascha who saw the contents of the Gods refrigerator full of groceries.


“This fridge is always full of groceries. I was confused with the owner. Because this apartment is rarely used,” Sascha chirps.


“That food never rots. Every day is always up,” said Dewa.


“Kok can?” ask Sascha.


“Ya.. mama and papa often stay here if exposed to overtime,” replied Dewa. “Are you hungry?”


“Very hungry. Want to eat steak instead go home,” replied Sascha who took chicken.


“While in the parking area papa told me to go home to talk about Theodore and papa said he would return to Hamburg to take care of our wedding files,” answered Dewa.


“Oh... Yes, I want to cook. Can you get out of this kitchen? I want to fight with kitchen tools to produce a taste that makes your mouth charge again and again,” pinta Sascha who drove the two men away.


“Beak a lot,” tell Dewa. “If you can spend it all!”


“Who eats the rest?” ask Sascha.


“Share to next neighbor,” replied Dewa.


“I know a neighbor here that rarely receives people's gifts,” Sascha said.


“They are Black Tiger bodyguards who deliberately guard in this area,” said Dewa


“Alright then,” reply Sascha.


Elsewhere Gerre accidentally meets Devan first. They are talking about the concept of a very simple yet elegant wedding. The two men were very excited to make Dewa and Sascha memorable when celebrating the wedding.


“OK.. we will make a wedding in the garden with the concept of white garden. I don't invite too many people. You know Sascha is the laziest to meet with God's colleagues. According to him they are two-faced,” said Devan who understands the habits of Sascha,


“Aish. Honestly when Chloe was pregnant I had thought of wanting to abort her because having children is a burden for me,”, said Gerre who regretted the words.


“Are we going to hang out again?” ask Devan.


“Damn you,” pissed Gerre. “If I go back there Chloe doesn't give me rations for three months. You know the pre-wedding agreement we made. And Chloe put that in there. If you want to go there, go! I don't want to!”


“Alright.. It looks like I won't do it either. You know marrying a wife who's the head of the mafia is very difficult. Tarra is a woman who is not easily oppressed let alone hurt. If that happens then the gun talks,” said Devan who smiled sweetly.


“So does Chloe, I'd love to oppress her when we live together. But did I turn myself around . I was the one who got hit. Although his face was sad but his soul had the soul of a lioness. Even her nature was down to my daughter by the nickname little fox,” said Gerre who held her head.


Devan chuckles at Gerre's words that tell Chloe's true nature. But the two men were very affectionate with his wife and possessive. It could be said they included husbands afraid of wives. All the media knew that the two men were difficult to approach. If the actors come the compact wives will throw them into hell.


“Oh... yes... about your company. Sascha plans to set up a shareholder meeting after returning to Jakarta,” Gerre said.


“I have no problem. The important thing is that this company is clear what it means,” said Devan.


“We will talk about this again with Dewa and Sascha,” Gerre replied.


For almost an hour Sascha had been at war with kitchen utensils to produce a wide variety of food. The beautiful girl was very good at cooking. At the age of fifteen years when migrating to Bekasi, Sascha was faced with the name of cooking. It is impossible for Sascha to buy food every meal. Almost every day Sacha takes his time to learn how to cook. The first victim to be this try is Intan. Starting from the taste of salty, tasteless, sweet, bitter, sour and even charred has been tried. Intan never got angry at Sascha. Even Intan often shouted to encourage him.


Despite that, Intan is happy to see Sascha cooking spirit. Sangking his spirit Intan bought a variety of recipes of Indonesian cuisine and from abroad. What then is the response of the gods? After knowing Sascha has a hobby of cooking, Dewa often hitchhiked at Sascha's house every day. Whereas cooked by Sascha is simple cuisine not American, European, Japanese or Chinese cuisine. But the Gods loved Sascha cuisine.


The two men were waiting for Sascha to cook by playing an online game. They are very serious about playing the game with passion. Soon Devan entered the apartment and smelled the fragrance of Sascha's cooking. Devan immediately opened his suit and threw it towards the empty sofa.


“Who cooks?” ask Devan. “Do you guys hire a chef?”


“Chef rented?” asked Kobe who shook his head


“Iya. I know you guys can't cook,” Devan replied.


“If we want to eat will most likely call Rio or Frigo to cook,” chirps the Gods who are still concentrating on the game.


“Then?” ask Devan.


“What is certain is that she is the future mother of my children,” replied Dewa.


Devan nodded his head and smiled as he said, “Definitely his son Gerre Atmaja.”


“Ya.. indeed he is the son of Gerre Atmaja. She's so beautiful, papa. I want to eat it. If I had eaten him he would have been all mine,” said the God who got a leg kick from Kobe.


AUGH!


The god shouted so loudly that it made Kobe laugh loudly. I don't know why God said it frontally to the papa. Did God not filter it?