Marry The Heir
Flour chicken

Arriving at the art gallery was waiting for Kean with food on the table. The famous fast food fried chicken that looks still warm complete with rice and rows of sauces and soft drinks as a complement.

If people avoid fast food, Kean likes it. For him food like this is a friend in the stomach puff besides, fast food is definitely not tasted when cooked.

Somehow he always felt his own disgust when imagining the food he enjoyed on the chip first by the cook.

“Lo gag says if you already nyampe?” reza shouted from the door. He approached Kean and put his bag on the sofa.

“Ngapain, lo is also on this road. And again gag in the lock as well.” kilah Kean. He began to taste the fried chicken in front of him.

“Udah hand wash lo?” Reza moved out of his place to wash his hands.

“Udah go! Bismillah also.” timpal Kean before warned back by his best friend.

Living in America got Kean pretty carried away. He is more accustomed to enjoying his food quickly sometimes to forget the basmalah. Luckily, his best friend always reminded him.

Reza and Kean have been best friends since High School. Similarity of many physical characters in gilai women, family background is almost the same as his simple way of thinking. It's just that Reza's a more sensitive man while Kean's a cuckoo man.

Somehow they started to be friends. Maybe it was Reza's welcome attitude that made Kean feel suitable for them to be friends.

Reza still noticed the look of his best friend from the reflection of the glass in front of him. Kean looks neater and cleaner and has a special smell. He knew very well, his best friend did not like to wear perfume, but when he entered the gallery and passed Kean, he smelled fresh.

“Lo laundry where? Have you believed in holding your personal belongings?” Walking up to Kean and sitting in front of him, only blocked by the table.

“Gag laundry, ma'am kinar sent me waiter.” still fun to enjoy the food.

“And you already feel uncomfortable again?” it seems Reza is curious.

Kean sniffed his shoulders indifferently. “Gue believes bu kinar gag will misdeliver people. And it seems to be proven.” Upholding his body shows his neat clothes used in the iron even though he had half a day wearing it.

“Rapi. It seems like the choice bu kinar emang right.” noticed the look of Kean for a moment then started his eating session.

“He is also quite a cook pinter. Home-cooked meals but.” still bribes second thigh fried chicken.

“Complete package! Saucy also gag?” Reza looked around and noticed Kean.

“Udah old! 50 years.”

“Gilaaa!!! Lo exploit granny make work at home lo?” Reza to the brim.

He still remembers that usually the waiter at Kean's house is usually under 35 years old and is quite surprised there is a mature woman working for his best friend's family.

“Yes maybe he still needs work and his body is still strong. But what I salute, the fashion sense is good. Gag know where to learn from?” start putting chicken bones on his plate and sip soda with the sound of “Aahhh.” on the end.

“Gag try lo tanya?”

“No! Not important and gag never met as well.” said with followed by a second, third, fourth and toilet sip.

He leaned his body on the back of the chair, feeling his full stomach. I don't know why his appetite has been increasing lately. Since when exactly, maybe after enjoying the fried rice that he spent at breakfast a few days ago.

“Lo is still uncomfortable if there is someone else at home lo?” Reza seemed to understand the look on his best friend's face that looked dreamy.

“Gag likes other people interfering in my life, that's exactly it. Enough bokap that mix and manage my life and I have not been able to fight.” grunt annoyed with the look of the face that comes gray.

“Sampe anytime, doi keep bokap lo bro.” Reza tries to remind his best friend who is always inflamed when calling the word “Bokap.”

“DOI?” smiling sarcasm at Reza. “Lo knows, he is not special to me, just like I was special to him. Gag matters even."

"She did bokap me, but I gag was once her son. I'm just one of the properties he can use at will. If you already gag kepake, later also dumped.”

Go back to get her plastic cup and gulp it. Forget it, it's over. He threw the glass on the table.

Reza, who noticed the annoyance of his best friend, immediately thrust his glass back which he filled with soda from the bottle. Discussing about his family always made Kean inflamed and maybe he should not discuss it anymore.

“Adam equally want a vacation to bali. Maybe later they stopped by the lo.” house to mention the name of one of Kean's friends in America.

Free men who often change partners. Maybe in Bali too he will return to find prey for him to date a day or two.

“Later I called.” sipped the soda Reza gave me.

Reza began to be able to sigh in relief, it seems that the attention of his best friend began to be distracted even if only for a few moments.

Kean went to wash his hands, rub his mouth and tidy up his hair which was actually still neat. “Gue to the office first. Go to the house, I have a new PS. Who knows this time you won my opponent.” dried his hands and then took a suit that was draped over the back of the sofa. Kean quickly put it on.

“Yes later I stopped by. But not this week yes, I have the same event campus.”

“Lo dating with student lo?” Sit back in curiosity.

Reza laughed. “Hahhaha... No, my lecturer. They want to do an event here. Yes just eating and introductions like it.”

“And one of them girl lo?” Kean leaned his body with a questionable look at his best friend.

Instead of answering quickly, he preferred to lick one by one his fingers with the thin smile he was pointing at Kean. He likes to make his friends curious.

“Jawab monkey!” Kean throws his empty glass at Reza. He was not one to wait patiently.

“Hahahhahaha..” even replied with a laugh. “But kepo lo! Lo aja first who nyari chick, before the one behind your pants so stiff and gag can wake up.” ledeknya later.

Kean just mengos. It is enough to ask his best friend who is impossible to answer. The woman changes boyfriend very often. His appeal with the twang of the piano became a magnet that he used to approach the opposite sex.

And Kean? Ah never mind, he never even knew what it was like to pound when chasing a woman.

“Greetings to your idol server!” reza with laughter.

Kean merely brandished his middle finger before his figure disappeared behind the door.

*******

“You're done?” kinar's voice was clearly heard from the door of the room where Disa worked.

Disa immediately turned her head towards the arrival of the voice and smiled faintly welcoming Kinar. “Already mom, I just put it in the basket.” stand up and turn off the iron he was wearing.

“Initial enter, we take it to the mistress and master's room before they go home.”

“Good bu.”

Disa's hand moved quickly moving the clothes piled on the ironing table into the basket. He puts clothes per basket based on the owner. Every piece of clothing was so neat and fragrant that he had to be careful.

“Bawa has a mistress and master first.” said Kinar.

“Oh yes bu.” Disa lowered back one basket from the top of the trolley. Hang some clothes with a hanger and start pushing the trolley carrying the clothes of his master and great mistress.

Out of the linen room, Disa approached Kinar. “It's ready bu.” he said.

Kinar just turned his head and started walking in front of Disa. They did not pass through the main room but instead chose to turn the back road and use a special road to carry a trolley containing a basket of clothes.

Arriving on the 2nd floor, in front of the walk in closet belonging to the master and his great mistress.

“Come in.” Kinar's voice is heard again.

“Hah? Oh yes bu.” Slightly stammered. Usually he is not allowed to enter this room and just quietly waiting outside while looking at some beautiful paintings by famous painters.

Kinar did not reply, he opened the door wider and let Disa push his trolley in.

“Here is the mistress' closet and there is the master's closet. You trim.” points to 2 large cabinets on their left and right sides.

“Good bu.”

Disa took down one basket and headed for the cupboard on the right side. When the closet door opens, it looks a pile of colorful clothes with many beads, typical of his big mistress. As much as this shirt belongs to the big lady from various famous brands.

Starting to arrange clothes, apparently the big mistress likes to separate clothes based on color. Dominant is indeed black, he said to look slim, singset. Even without black, the big mistress already looks slim, unlike a mother who already has a teenage child.

Reportedly again, his great mistress used to be a model, it was fitting that he was very protective of his appearance.

“Where in the home of young master?” kinar's voice spread a gossipy chatter between Disa and himself.

“Oh, yes. Fine ma'am.” he replied accordingly.

Disa glanced at Kinar who was sitting in one corner of the sofa and noticed his work. This woman always looked serious and Disa never once saw her smile. Maybe true what Tina said, Kinar's lips stiff only to be curved for 3 seconds.

“Starting this week you do not need to shop for groceries if young master does not eat them. Delivery order only.” continued without taking a look from the clothes held by Disa.

Disa put down her clothes and turned to look at Kinar. It was impolite to talk while looking back.

“Continue, while talking. You have to finish it quickly.” it turns out that what Disa did was wrong.

“Good bu.” Go back and pick up the clothes and arrange them quickly in the closet. “It's been 4 days young master wants to eat my cooking bu.” I'm Disa with a smile full of pride.

“Oh yes?” Kinar got up from his seat and approached Disa. He took the clothes hanging in the hanger and placed them in the closet.

“Iya ma'am. It turned out that the young master did not like pieces of onion in his food, so it must be mashed if you want to make it as a spice. He also does not like chicken fried with large size, he prefers in fillets rather thin and flour. In addition, young master does not like cold food but for rice should not be hot to eat it greedy.” said Disa while remembering some of the habits of his young master.

It seems that Kinar was quite surprised by Disa's words. Without the two meeting, Disa begins to recognize the habits of her young master.

“Did you drop something or throw away something you shouldn't throw away?”

Kinar's question made Disa turn her head with her tense face. “What young master lost something?”

Kinar did not answer. He was still thinking about the reason Kean asked him to reactivate the CCTV at his home.

“Oh yes, there is one broken flower pot on the balcony of the young master. I replaced it with a plastic one but the color is the same. Is it possible that young master does not like?” Back to asking.

Kinar thought too. “Are you in the young master's room?” questions in reply to questions.

“No bu. I did not enter the young master's room or the reading room. I just tidied up the walk in closet of the young master and the lounge in front of the balcony. Did I make a mistake?” Is getting confused. His mind began to err.

“Stay works like that. Don't cross the line.” is just that Kinar's answer.

“Good bu.” With an uncertain mind, Disa just say yes. “Sorry mom, for the garage, can I clean it? Because the door is locked from the inside.”

“Let me tell you again.” close the closet door and conversation.

Disa was resigned. They turned to the closet belonging to the big master and only silence accompanied Disa while Kinar started to get busy with the flat object in his hand. I don't know who he made the phone call to.

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