MY BOSS MY HUSBAND
107. MORNING IN THE KITCHEN

~AYU POV~

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I woke up early, because today is Monday aka Money Day a.k.a Monday.

A very bad day for spreading seeds of laziness for me. But, although lazy, it must be in opposition.

I prepared breakfast and while I was in the kitchen. My family used to eat breakfast with a heavy menu every morning. A cup of bread will not taste, but, a plate of fried rice will make the stomach as if it were right in place.

But the last few months, exactly when I started preparing myself to deserve to stand next to Jansen, I started to change my lifestyle, I forced to practice breakfast with just a cup of bread. At first it was difficult, I even so often double breakfast. "Yuyu is not full!" That's what I said when I took half a barrel of fried rice after eating bread.

This morning, I prepared a toast, which I baked with the toaster I bought after I had collected the rest of my salary. I made two-stalk bread and made breakfast for my father and mother in the form of white rice and side dishes.

It didn't take long, because I did have a little expertise in the kitchen. I already know what I will cook after seeing the ingredients available.

But, this only applies in the kitchen of my house, yes, do not ask in the kitchen of others.

Back when Ririn was staying at my house, she would love to eat my fried rice. Said delicious. But I used to, fried rice is what it tastes like, right?

When I changed to stay at his boarding house, he asked me to cook, but quickly without thinking twice I immediately refused on the grounds that he was afraid his boarding house was burning because of me. I don't have money for compensation yet.

After the breakfast is ready, I make the drink. Let's say I'm a snitch, but for the last few weeks, I've been getting used to eating regularly even if it's just a little bit because I have mag disease.

I'm juicing this morning, let me get mad later because I see this smelly juice hanging out at the table.

Beets and all their mixtures are the enemies of Mother in conversation. No matter the banana mixed with mango or whatever origin there should be no beets.

But, even so, the juice is still in the drink because I lied, by drinking beet juice regularly, the skin will be very beautiful and have a long life.

'Mom still wants to see you all happy, and I still want to hug my granddaughter even more.'

By having the juice go in even with the nose closed.

"Morning, Honey!" a kiss on the head that came suddenly with no sign returned my memory of the break. I turned my head and found Jansen with his pillow face standing beside me. His hands are parked on my shoulders.

"Morning, Baby. Sleep sound?"

"Hmmm, but still more soundly than before even only on a narrow sofa. That big mattress feels cold even though I tried to hug the bolster."

"Maybe because yesterday's bolster was different from last night. Yesterday was a breathable bolster, last night a lifeless bolster." I smiled when I said it.

"Hmmm, it could be," replied Jansen and he suddenly shifted behind me then dropped his head on my shoulder.

"Awas, look at Mom!" said warned.

It's early in the morning, I'm sure you're up and in a minute to the kitchen, if you get to the gap again, mampuslah.

I could be controlled tomorrow because I think I can't take it anymore.

"Ck, want to messraan a little hard bangat well, Yang. Though I want to kayak people, hug a couple while cooking. Like fun. Especially if it's morning kiss. Whoa, steady it." After saying that, Jansen raised her head and moved away from me. I followed him with my eyes. He walked up to the cupboard and picked up a glass and poured water from the dispenser.

"If while exercising in the morning burn calories how? Steady no?" tanyaku and a few seconds later Jansen coughed almost mokad.

I walked up to him and patted him on the back. And plainly asked,

"why? The water's too hot?"

Jansen was still trying to bring back the life that was about to be lost, he patted his chest and then drank a gulp.

"The water is not hot, your words are hot" he said, peeking at me.

Hah.. I gawked, which one?

I said ordinary.

"It's the body with the couple" Jansen said.

"What's wrong with that?"

Huh....

he was harshly wasting his breath.

"I didn't know you were pretending to be plain or innocent, huh. I suddenly felt hot" she said slowly as she passed from the kitchen.

I followed him out of the kitchen with my eyes squinting.

You guys, it's just hot right away.

Can't the conversation go too far?

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We had breakfast in silence. Jansen is neat with work clothes available in the car as a backup if something happens that requires changing clothes. And I'm grateful that he was wise to think about it. I've also been tidy, this morning I'm leaving with Jansen.

Huh, unfortunately fitting home later, want to take the train must be crowded warm, want to take the bus, must be jammed. And for sure young people like me will be very difficult to get a seat.

But it remained exhausted because our eyes met as he circulated the gaze. I slightly rounded my eyes, the goal threatening him to have to drain the juice.

"We're leaving, sir, Mom!" I stood up and put my bag on my shoulder. I approached Father and Mother and salim. Before leaving, I stacked the plates and glasses of Jansen and mine, I delivered to the sink not far from the dining table.

I grabbed the bag of supplies at the table when I saw Jansen was done salim.

We walked together outside the house like a married couple who were about to leave with a workplace. I remembered what Aunt Helena said, I'd better work with Jansen if I get married later. If that's until it happens, then we'll be leaving together every morning like this.

"We should give honey a little bit in his juice, it tastes ihhh."His shoulders were shaking, probably because of the fresh taste of the juice he was drinking.

"Nake?" I asked with his joke.

"What's wrong, I don't want to drink like that anymore, I can't even describe the smell."

"I like it."

"The taste of people is different, Yang."

I saw some neighbors who were passing by our house - a shopping spree - looking at us with curious gazes.

Maybe they were wondering why there was this early man in our house or wondering what relationship this man had with us so we could stay, considering Jansen's car parked in front of the house.

As I stood beside Jansen and was preparing to get into the car whose door Jansen opened. I heard the motor and I'm sure it was Pian.

"Cie-cie, incumbent!" his shout slowed the speed of the motor then immediately drove fast.

His screams stole the attention of the mothers who were passing by.

"Yes, when's the party?"

"Make your candidate, Yu!"

"Yes, how can you get a saucy candidate?"

I undo the intention of getting into the car, I set my eyes on the mothers with a smile.

"Yuyu is beautiful bude, well can that cute dong! Hehehe."

"You can, not for long, Bude already wants to eat at your party" he replied to me.

"Wait on, Bude. The cooking is again looking for money first, so you can give good food after the party."

"Hahah, you can, yes, bude-bude this help doain. Udah sono left, later even cut the salary later, so the longer mengumpulin money," as well as one of the neighboring bude.

"Let's bude." I opened the door myself and entered and closed it myself as well. Basic Jansen, when he got in the car when I talked to the neighbors, he should wait until I'm done and continue to help me open the car door.

"You call 'Mas' like it's sweet, Yang. Call me 'Mas' dong!" he said with a smile as I finished putting on the seatbelt and we prepared to go.

"Ih, no ah, not suitable for you, no your java faces," I refused quickly without thinking long.

"Must not be Javanese, right? Noh, who works in restaurants, batak people you also call mas, Sundanese people you also call mas. Boyfriend's own time doesn't want to call me a mas."

"No, I don't like it. Like to call you baby or darling."

"Never heard you call me darling."

I looked at him with fused eyebrows. Never said it?

Bah, he forgot like that time when he asked to be called dear.

"Dear, please call me baby!" I imitated her voice and tone when I called.

"I want to hear, please call me baby!"

I'll continue again.

Hopefully he'll realize.

"I remember there was a person yesterday who called for a call to love with a voice that melas almost cry," I said with a mocking tone.

He only turned his head for a moment and then focused on the crowded street ahead.

"Seriously Beb, where did you run away at? Your handsome brother called me many times and said gini, 'Gue knows, you must know where he is, or maybe you're with him again, hurry and tell me to go home before I find out for myself where you are.' Ih, serem was very excited to hear that flat tone. Fortunately I remember his face was handsome, so I'm not afraid very, because surely he was not scary when threatened even more cool!"

Instantly, I felt like someone was stabbing me with something cold.

I glanced at him and found Jansen staring at me sharply.

Is he jealous?

"My guess is not wrong!" said flat.

I don't know what that means.

Is this about me praising his ado, so he thinks I like Josh?