LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 15

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Shake the phone on the nightstand from Adinda's cell phone immediately divert their Attention. Adinda moved to reach the rectangular flat object. Rows of nameless numbers are plastered on the screen.

Adinda let her phone keep blinking without any intention to pick it up. The laziest sister to pick up calls from an unknown number. If it's important, the caller will call him back.

"Who?" Devin frowned seeing Adinda let the call on her phone turn off by itself.

"Something." Adinda raised her shoulders.

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Moments later, Adinda's phone rings back. The same number on the screen. Adinda shifted the green phone handle icon to the top.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum," Adinda said to the person across the phone.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied the man across the street.

"Sorry, who is this with?" I am no stranger to this voice.

"Last noon we met, the time has forgotten Din." The caller was heard chuckling on the other end of the phone.

"Candra?" guess Adinda. Who else was the man he met this afternoon other than Devin and Candra.

"Yaps, that's right. You still remember me. I thought you were mengelupain me Din. Do you think of me as much as I always think of you?" candra said with confidence.

Then they engage in occasional chats accompanied by laughter until the call ends. She forgot that in the room she was not alone. There was another person who had clenched his hand with a hardened jaw.

She turned and opened the face she was still wearing. He did not see anyone standing in front of him. Adinda stepped up and accidentally hit Devin because her gaze was covered by a vision that had not been completely detached.

Adinda limbung's body. Devin swiftly clenched his waist tightly before touching the floor. Like the scene in the soap opera, the two of them look at each other with bodies frozen.

Devin helped Adinda stand up without taking off her arms. Strange noise that spread suddenly made the temperature in the room increasingly heated up. Devin brought his face closer to Adinda. As if hypnotized Adinda closed her eyes.

I don't know who started b**r the two are touching each other. It felt stiff because this was the first time for both of them. Just touch, but for an amateur can be sure the heart rhythm both beat unbecoming.

Devin put his face away. Seen Adinda who still closed her eyes with a reddish hue. Devin curled both corners of his lips upwards. Devin tilted his head and brought his face closer to Adinda.

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The vibration of the phone on the nightstand made Adinda open her eyes. Devin's face was only an inch away from his face. Adinda's reflexes pushed Devin and turned her face to the side.

"Oh s**t. Who the hell? Just disturb. Make the head frown to know no. Oh, haaahhh." Devin cursed inwardly as he grabbed his phone.

A mobile phone screen showing the name of the lover. The sadness he felt now turned into a smile. Devin stepped onto the balcony and without hesitation Devin immediately picked up the phone that kept ringing nonstop.

Adinda looked at the steady back of Devin who was now leaving her. Devin just stole his first c**man and now guiltlessly Devin calls another woman. He should not be lulled by the charm of a Devin.

Clear thread feels urgent in both corners of the net. Gegas Adinda stepped out of the room so as not to hear the laughter of people who are kasmaran. The removal of tears that began to spread without being able to withstand.

Devin receives a phone call from his girlfriend. Making a smile etched on his handsome face. After the phone call ended, Devin immediately walked into his room. He looked around but could not find Adinda's presence.

The smell of the food that came out instantly pierced his sense of smell. Devin slightly scrunched his forehead. But then, Devin pulled both corners of his lips up. Now he knows where Adinda is without having to look for her.

Devin was stunned to see Adinda appear struggling with kitchen utensils with an apron coiled around her body. Her long hair was curled revealing her smooth white tie neck with dripping sweat.

"Din Cook?" devin asked as he sat himself on the dining table chair.

"Eh yes Dev. Wait a minute, it's almost done" Adinda replied. Then resume cooking activities.

Adinda serves dishes that she has finished making at the dining table. Two dishes of fried rice with slices of sausage and Adinda-style beef eye eggs. As well as a glass of orange juice for Devin and a glass of warm water for him. Adinda pulled the chair and sat herself down opposite Devin.

"Sorry, you can only cook fried rice with eggs. In the refrigerator there is no other food," said Adinda.

"It's okay Din, tomorrow we shop for kitchen needs. All tomorrow we go to the house of papa mama to make a farewell to live here directly," explained Devin.

"Yes eat yuk! I'm a really good laper." She recited the prayer and began to feed the rice into her mouth.

Devin did the same. He admitted that Adinda's cooking fits perfectly on his tongue. Even he thinks it's better than Art's cooking at his house or his mother.

They eat in silence. In just a moment now two servings of fried rice had been toileted on his second plate.

"Where does Dev feel?" adinda asked after downing her drink.

"So much Din," praised Devin as he gave his two thumbs up.

"When can you cook?" ask Devin. As Devin knew, during Adinda's stay at his house never once plunged into the kitchen. All work is done by the artists

"Since signing Dev. Mother who taught me to cook. Mother said, the woman should be able to cook," explained Adinda. He was happy to have his cooking received praise from Devin.

"That means you can cook other food?" asked Devin who was replied with a nod of the head by Adinda.

"Then I want you to always cook for me. You don't mind, do you?" Devin seems to have fallen in love with Adinda's taste.

"I don't mind Dev. It's my job. Even though I'm not considered a wife by you." The younger brother continued his last sentence in the heart.

She cleaned the cutlery and washed it. Then followed Devin who had gone to his room.

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