Make Me His Substitute

Make Me His Substitute
Disrupters


The time of day has come. Sisil and Ane who brought supplies from home chose to enjoy lunch as well as their rest in a special room OB.


When he was in the room and Sisil opened his food supply box, Ane gasped to see the provisions brought by Sisil only white rice and instant fried noodles.


"You didn't bring another side dish, Sisil?" Ask Ane. Compared to Sisil, the side dish Ane brought was much healthier. Ane brought grilled fish side dishes along with vegetable lettuce.


Sisil smiled. Then he shook his head.


"Why only bring supplies like this, Sisil? Didn't you cook at home?" Ask Ane.


And again, Sisil shook his head.


"Why, what's a tumbent?" Confused ask.


"Because there's no more cooking ingredients in the fridge that I can cook, Ane." Answer Sisil as he is. There is no cooking, no money. So how can Sisil cook or just buy a side dish for lunch.


Ane looked at Sisil's face with a concerned look. Since Ibu Sisil was hospitalized, Sisil's savings have been running low. Especially some time ago both had been fired and only rely on the last salary and severance pay to continue living.


Without asking much more, Ane chose to divide the two grilled fish he brought. The tail of the fish he gave to Sisil and the head to himself.


"One, what is this. Why did you give it to me?" Sisil doesn't look good.


"Because I want the fried noodles you brought. You want to share it for me. I've already given my fish to you." Ane replied that she did not want to make Sisil unpleasant.


Sisil smiled hearing that. Even though he knew Ane was only shining her tongue so that she felt bad, but Sisil still gave some instant noodles that he brought for Ane.


The two finally enjoyed lunch together with occasional stories about their activities this morning. Because today the floors where the two work are different, Ane and Sisil so rarely face to face and tell stories as usual.


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Amara seemed to be cleaning her desk when she saw the time to get home from work was almost here. Aga who had just come out of his work room also approached the desk of his future wife.


"Sir Aga. Is my brother going home?" Ask Amara.


Aga shook his head. "Awhile more. There's some work I'd like to discuss with Cakra for a bit."


"Oh so. Then Mara will wait for Brother to come home."


"Don't. I don't know until what time I'm going home. Better now you just go home." Aga.


Amara fell silent. It feels bad to go home first from Aga who is still his boss.


"Go home first. Isn't it that this afternoon Naina and her two children will come to the house to take you and mom out to eat?"


Amara nodded her head. "Yes too. So it doesn't matter if Mara comes home first?" Ask.


"No problem. After all, it's your schedule to go home."


Amara nodded while commenting on the smile.


For a moment Aga stared intensely at the beautiful face of his future wife. For some reason, just seeing the smile on Amara's face alone made Aga become anxious to see it. Feeling unable to bear, Aga also intends to rub the cheek of the future wife.


"Mara..." Aga who was about to rub Amara's cheek with his thumb instantly undoed his intention when he heard a coughing sound from behind his body.


Uhuk


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