MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 84'S
For most of the day, Zalfa spent time sitting in the kitchen after swapping out the kebaya she was wearing with the clothes delivered by Reza. He changed clothes in a public bathroom on the ground floor.
Zalfa made use of the stock available in the refrigerator by cooking it alone, because the house was deserted, there were no housekeepers, there was no one in the mansion. That was if Arkhan was still in his room. Zalfa doesn't know about it.
Zalfa deliberately lingered in the kitchen to pass the time. Today, the dining table is filled with a variety of dishes. I don't know who will eat it later. Zalfa put a bowl of soup on the table, this was the last menu he cooked.
Zalfa's gaze was now on the door, on a human who had just crossed the door.
“Loh, how come there's a pretty Mommy here? who is this, huh?” ask the figure of the woman dressed as it is, T-shirts combined with knee-length rock skirts. He smiled very kindly and approached Zalfa. The jaw log is thick.
“I Zalfa.” Zalfa is no less friendly by commenting on a big smile.
“Kok, cook here?”
“M.... L'm... I'm Arkhan's wife.” Zalfa was a bit awkward as he said it.
“Wife? Kok, I just found out. When is her wedding, Ma'am?”
Zalfa was misguided by the question. Arkhan married her without anyone's knowledge. So who knows him? There aren't. True what Arkhan said, he did not care about his marriage. And I don't know what caused Arkhan to be willing to marry Zalfa while he himself did not like the marriage.
“Mbak,” call women in front of Zalfa make Zalfa daydreams scatter somewhere.
“When did you marry Mas Arkhan?” The woman repeated her question.
“Tadi morning.”
“Ooh... Welcome to the Arkhan family. I know, I'm Ms. Yen. I cleaned up in this house. Yes nyapu, mopping, and clean. When it comes to their mah clothes, loundry. I came twice to this house, morning and evening, Non. So do not be surprised if I often appear in this house.if my work is done, I also go home. Eh Non do not bother to cook, because the residents of this house rarely eat. The stock of goods in the refrigerator is only used when they want to cook. Usually they eat out, snacks, delivery or whatever. Rarely eat at home, seriously! They rarely step on the dining room, what else is the kitchen.”
Zalfa nodded at Mbak Yen's lengthy explanation. “I Just no longer bosen ngapain in this house. so yes just cook it. If Mbak Yen wants to eat my cooking, eat it!”
“Iya, yes. The aroma is so great, Non.”
Zalfa smile.
“Ya already, I settled first.” Yen left Zalfa.
Zalfa grabbed the phone and saw the clock on her screen already pointing at the number six. He entered the bathroom downstairs to take a shower. After that he went upstairs with a bag of his clothes to the room that Arkhan said belonged to the man. The view of Zalfa was staring at a spacious room that was very comfortable, neat, clean and luxurious.
Slender. There was no Arkhan in that room. Although Arkhan gave her the freedom to choose to sleep in any room she chose, Zalfa still dropped the choice on Arkhan's room. That's where her husband got tired.
TB