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Oma vs Rara
“You are too brave, do you intend to tease my grandson?”
“No, I'm not interested in your granddaughter's good treasure, I'll just enjoy what I have.”
“Haaa!” Mrs. Marisa to the extent that she had to justify her sitting position, to calm her heart that felt like it was kicking, seeing Rara's brave attitude.
“But I saw you guys in the room doing an act that was not commendable,” Marisa said looking at him with a sharp gaze hoping that Rara was afraid of her gaze.
But he was not afraid that he would even argue;
“Sometimes what is seen by the eyes, not necessarily it can describe the actual state. So, it would be wise , ask first, rather than conclude yourself and accuse the fall so slander,” said Rara with a calm attitude, giving advice to parents, giving advice to parents, he was acting like a parent.
Hearing that, Oma Bastian seemed to be at a loss for words and seemed to be able to have a balanced enemy equally fierce with him.
Bastian just silently let the two women argue fiercely, he let his omens get a balanced opponent, he just needs to be a spectator, he said, it will only wait for who will lose and who will win in this debate.
Because he is aware that his firm omens get a commensurate opponent. A woman who has a indifferent attitude, hard, does not know fear for anything.
“How old are you?” mrs Marisa looked at Rara.
“If the Madam measures maturity through age. I think you're wrong Mistress, a person's maturity is not seen from age, but the way he thinks and the way he behaves.”
“Hadeeeh, I just asked how old are you what is wrong?” ask Ny. Marisa with a long sigh, her energy drained in half, facing Rara.
Bastian held back a laugh seeing his oman who was almost KO facing Rara, he Rubbed his nose with his palm to cover his mouth which held back laughter seeing the defeat of his oma. He's not on anyone's side, though,
‘Any, just this time I am happy to see the debate’ Bastian said in his heart. He got to the kitchen to brew his own tea and sat back down to enjoy the show to the two women.
Both eyebrows Mrs. Marisa scowled even more confused, seeing the oddity that occurred. He was surprised when Bastian brewed his own tea when there was a maid with him. Just this time, he saw the handsome-looking man brewing his own. Because since he was born he has been holding a mas spoon in his hand,
Who always served and treated like a prince when in their big house. But nowadays, it brews itself instead of just for itself, warm honey tea for its oatmeal and bitter coffee for Rara and warm tea for itself.
Bastian did it unconsciously, because he was used to it, when he lost a game with Rara, then he would get punished, do homework for a week, even once a month, then he would get punished, brewing coffee for Hara is not the first thing he has done many times especially if Rara has watched Drakor. Don't hope he can be told to do a small job, he even asked his employer to make it and they sit watching together.
‘What is this, what exactly has happened?’ ask Ny. Marisa was in her mind as Leon put down Rara's coffee mug.
“Makasi Bos,” said Rara casually.
“What do you guys do?” ask Ny. Marisa looked at Bastian with a sharp look.
“Make Omah ginger tea honey, dislike?” ask Bastian.
“Oh Madam is angry because she brews coffee for me? What is one error ?” Hara looked at him casually.
“Hey, you're a maid here, shouldn't be my granddaughter brewing your coffee, it should be you! You don't know who he is?”
“I know he is Bastian Salim son of the owner of a large company Salim Group, what is with it.”
“Haaa!” Mrs. Marisa made another slip.
“Open is just a son of a conglomerate businessman, he's also an actor isn't he? only he is not my favorite actor, everyone also knows him continue what's great with it, what does Madam mean if he's a rich businessman's son, I have to submit and lick him so?”
“At least you respect him,” said Ny. Marisa's.
“Rules from where if he is rich continue to be respectful?” hara asked with both eyebrows scowled.
“Aiiih .. you!” Marisa looked at Hara and moved to Bastian, instead of bantuin or belain oma Bastian even laughed. “Basar grandson has no morals, instead of helping oma and belain oma in front of the maid, you are just grinning like a horse,” said Ny. Marisa's.
Bastian increasingly laughed when he heard omah saying he had no morals, because he did not defend his omanya, indirectly Ny. Marisa is about to lose, asking Bastian for help.
‘What oma asked me for help? He is not your opponent oma my strength and oma combined and debate with Rara we will still lose’, Bastian said in his heart.
“Begin Mistress …! if you say respect for the elderly and respect for the older, it is appropriate, but if you say I have to respect him if he is rich, I think it's shallow thinking and primitive thinking, lest Madam also ask me to respect you because you're rich not because you're old?”
“Haaa, old? Primitive thinking? My neck hurts, this woman really makes my head hurt,”. Marisa held her head and occasionally massaged her back neck.
Bastian laughed again and he covered his mouth with a pillow so that he could not see her.
“Why also you employ this woman here clearly already know her purpose,” said Ny. Marisa is accusing Rara.
“It is not good to accuse the Madam, do not judge people by her appearance,” said Hara still defending herself.
“Well that means you admit you don't like my grandchild and have no intention of seducing right?”
“Sure, I am a mature woman Mistress and I already have a child and while your grandson in my opinion, he is still a BOY.” Rara accidentally presses the word boy makes Bastian's ears hot, but,
“Ckkk .. stop calling me boy, I told you I'm not a boy!” Bastian's furious.
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