LIKE A DANDELIONS (Revision Process)
CHAPTER 37: TAKING HEART
Two hours had passed, the three of them had quite a lot to talk about on various topics. From important topics, to topics that are not important at all. It turns out that Devan is only hard at work, while outside of work his attitude is one hundred and eighty degrees.
It was unexpected that he was a man who was quite talkative and a little humorous. Even at times like this, Devan looks even more cheerful than Alex.
Larissa and Livi were surprised by Devan's original attitude, the man before them looked like someone very different.
Livi whispered something into Rissa's ear. “Ris, you would have thought not if the Devan turned out to be originally like gini?”
“Perhaps if in the office he is deliberately hard to be respected by his employees.”
“It looks like yes anyway, so the employees are on nurut gitu.”
“But Liv, why am I even serem yes the same person who has two traits like him?”
“Emang why?” ask Livi curiously.
“Jatohnya even like a psychopath who has a double personality.”
“Iya also sih.” Livi nods.
Aiden is usually difficult to approach by new people, but different from Alex and Devan. The boy was easily familiar with the two of them. Two hours ago Aiden was still staring at the two men with extremely cynical gazes, but now the three of them could already joke around like this.
‘Why can my son be familiar with those two people? Moreover, Devan, it seems that Aiden is comfortable sitting on his lap. Do I have to change my perspective on both of them?’
“Akrab really Aiden same Devan, already like the father of the same child,” said Livi.
“Times anyway?” ask Devan.
“Iya loh,” Livi looks serious.
“What the hell are you?” Rissa was a little upset by her best friend's statement earlier.
“Hahaha, how do you like this? He was just kidding.” Alex.
Devan smiles. “Truly also okay.”
“Gak canaaaa, Om Devan enough so Om I aja.”
“Well, how is it?” ask Devan.
“And I've got Adam's Dad.”
“Where is the same Om?”
“Father Adam lah.”
“Wih, time anyway? Though Om is the most handsome guy in the world.”
“But Adam's father was the most handsome guy in my heart the same Mother.”
Devan was made silent by the answer that came out of Aiden's mouth, it could be five-year-old until it occurred to such an answer.
“Savage is like you Dev,” says Alex.
“Hahaha.” Devan laughed a little.
The clock shows at half twelve noon.
Livi got up from the sofa where she was sitting. “Ris, let's go to the dining table first neat-tidy.”
“Ah Yes.”
Livi and Rissa entered the kitchen and arranged the food on the dining table.
“This they bring the same fruit snacks a lot,” said Livi while washing some apples and oranges.
“They should bring regular food, rich snacks gini is good for gathering malem.”
“Iya anyway.”
“This salty food was I made spaghetti with macaroni schotel, if the sweet I made klappertart, well drink cappucino cincau. Is that right?” ask Rissa.
“Take one bottle of beer in the refrigerator, who knows they want to drink alcohol.”
“Eh no, later they will reverse nyetir.”
“Oh yes, yes you have called them gih!”
Rissa walked over to Alex and Devan in the living room.
“Yuk here, the food is ready.”
“Yuuuk.” Aiden pulled Devan's right hand.
Devan nodded.
“The food is all made Mother loh, Mother's cooking is very much.”
“Om believe anyway, your Mother's cooking must be delicious. The money is already kissed here.”
The three of them walked in Rissa's footsteps.
“Lah, what a coincidence this is my favorite food all.”
“Masa?” ask Rissa.
“Serious yes.” Devan nodded.
“Good if that, so it's definitely going to eat ya.”
Devan, Alex, Aiden and Livi were already sitting on the dining table chair, while Rissa was still busy chopping up her klappertart.
“You want me to help?” ask Devan.
“No need, this is done kok.” Answer Rissa.
The dining table was quite large, and was equipped with four chairs. Two seats on the right, and two on the left.
“You didn't get a seat dong?” ask Alex.
“There's a.” Rissa brought an extra seat from the living room.
Devan quickly helps Rissa to pull the chair. “Let me take the lead.”
Rissa nodded.
Finally the five of them were already sitting in their seats.
The food that Rissa made tasted really good, it managed to make Alex and Devan so addicted.
“I like his klappertart most anyway, it feels balance,” praise Devan.
“Cappucino is also very sweet fitting, milk is also felt.” Alex.
“Lucky who is her husband? Every day masakin continues to be the same as Rissa,” said Livi.
“Oh yes, which husband?” ask Devan.
“She's got another job out of town,” replied Rissa.
“What does he do?” ask Devan again.
“What yes? I also don't know him in his office doing aja.”
“Ohh office worker.”
“Iya.” Rissa nodded.
Suddenly the housekeeper who worked at Rissa's house walked into the dining room where they were.
“Eh, Madam is having guests huh?”
Livi was irritated by his sudden arrival. “Why not knock on the door first anyway, Bi?”
“Sorry Non Livi I saw the door of his house open, so I just went in,” he replied.
“What's up?” ask Rissa.
“I just finished washing clothes, ironing, nyapu, mopping, same clean-up. So I want to go home now huh, Madam?”
Rissa sighed deeply, the attitude of these mothers felt even more annoying. “New also two and a half hours, Bi.”
“Ya is the origin of it has finished its work.”
“Yes, Aunty can go home.”
“Thank You Mistress.” The middle-aged woman then left without excuse.
“Kok your helper really error?” livi asked with annoyance.
“Au ah I'm also dizzy, yes I've come back first to ngunci door.”
“Oke.”
Rissa immediately returned to her house.
A few minutes later, the woman returned to the dining room with a sour facial expression.
“Why you?” ask Devan.
“Beres-resort what? The terrace house has not been mopped. The feeling of my house is not very big, right from the morning he was why? Shirt with nyetrika doang until seven hours? The cleaning part also uses the machine.”
Livi laughs. “Hahaha, anyways nyomot helpers are not from special agents?”
“He who came alone to the house while please ask for work.” Rissa sat back in her chair.
Devan stared fixedly at Rissa's face which looked very cute while being angry.
‘His pity expression that looks like it so makes me want to have it more.’