New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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“Again what else does Ger?” Faris who just came out of the room was quite curious when he saw Roger was struggling with flour and vegetables.

“According to what I read sir, pecel tuh less klop if not use fried.” Roger who was concocting flour turned his head to respond to his Master's question.

“Keep using vegetables?”

“Because there is no tempe, so I make it a vegetable deh.” Roger said with pride.

Faris only mangosteen while moving to help Roger who want to fry his bakwan.

“Mrs have woken Tuan?”

“Udah, another shower first dia.”

Now behind Roger who only beards respond to his Master.

“Wih the world is upside down this story? My friends are happy in the kitchen.” Aisha who just came out said when she found her husband and bodyguard were very fit using an apron and was struggling with kitchen utensils.

“Good morning, Madam.” Roger greeted politely when he saw Aisha approaching the two.

“Pagi.” Aisha replied by always including her smile.

“That's a pity use all smiles to Roger,” said Faris without turning his head because he was reversing his fritters.

“How should Ica be? Time there nyapa dicuekin,” protest Aisha own confusion.

“Ya smile him if in addition to making Abang mah do not be sweet, ntar they are diabetic,” said Faris piqued his lips annoyed.

Roger who heard his master's rumble held back his laughter.

“What are you?” Faris was already staring at Roger with a gaze ‘senggol-bacok’.

Roger could only shake his head and shut his mouth before becoming a victim of his Master's chronic jealousy towards the Madam.

“There can Ica help?” Aisha shifted her conversation and approached her husband.

“No need Yang, let Roger aja.” Faris immediately saved his spatula and led his wife to sit sweetly in front of the mini bar.

Roger quickly took over the frying pan left by his master.

“Wooo Roger really dream well Bang? Udah pinter hold the gun, pinter hold the spatula again.” Aisha praised when she saw Roger wilfully swinging his spatula into the frying pan.

“Ah thank you Madam,” replied Roger blushingly. Faris, who was sitting with his wife, turned his head and rounded his net to look at Roger, as soon as the smile on Roger's face faded.

“Master Faris is much more great, Madam, this is all the results of his cooking,” praise Roger took the heart of his Master when he saw his face had changed like a bull if presented with a red cloth.

“Emang yes?” Aisha asked as she looked up to ask for an answer from Faris who was now embracing her. While the suspect only smiled while scratching his nape that did not itch.

Cup, Aisha landed a kiss on her husband's cheek.

“Gift for your hard work this morning,” said Aisha stroking her husband's cheek.

Roger closed his eyes when he saw the shocking sight.

“Yes Allah what kind of ordeal early in the morning like this my eyes have been polluted.” Roger is implying,

his singles side is now struggling.

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“Jay you have a referral about this no? I've been coming from Semalem not too. Coincidence in the pylus also runs out.” Gus Hasan thrust his paper duties to Jaya who was also struggling in front of her laptop.

Jaya flipped through the paper in her hand, trying to digest the writing that was there.

“Sek Gus did not search first, it seems I have read a journal about this.” Jaya returned to operating her laptop, looking around for what Gus Hasan needed.

“Waduh lali I Gus,” said Jaya patted her own eel.

“Nno yo?” Gus Hasan could already guess the expression from Jaya.

“Laptop I just reset Gus, I also forgot to copy the file,” said Jaya full regret.

“Ya I will try asking Kak Faisal aja.”

Jaya was just a mangosteen without realizing the name that Gus Hasan mentioned.

“Hallo Brother, Assalamualaikum.” Gus Hasan greeted when the phone line was connected.

“Waalaikumsalam warohmatulloh, yes how is San?”

“Oh is your paper about what?”

“I've sent in his abstract chatt Kak.”

“Ok jerk, I haven't seen chatt.”

Silent, it seemed that Faisal was digesting the abstract contents that Gus Hasan had sent.

“Oh about this anyway there is San.”

“Alhamdulillah, but sorry in advance Brother, honestly this theme is pretty good for me. So it seems that if I just race against the source without understanding it it feels like Kak. Hehe.”

“Ya we have met just so it is good, later you ask which side if you do not understand.” Faisal gave a solution, he had faced various types of students so he knew a little how to guide those who needed his services.

“Em roughly when is Brother free? I'm going to the apartment? Or we meet outside?”

“Sore is InsyaAllah I am free, we meet outside aja, in the usual place.”

“Oh well Brother, sorry in advance have interfered time Brother.”

“Casual aja San, kayak same anyone you.”

“Hehe, thank you brother. Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

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“Love cooked food should be served while warm.” Faris served her meal to Aisha with pride.

Aisha just smiled at her husband who was so enthusiastic, while Roger who was sitting in the chair sebrang could only watch the intimacy of the two.

“Eating a lot of Ger, singles need extra energy,” said Faris while feeding pecel to his mouth.

Roger who was chewing his food suddenly choked to hear the words of his Master who was so sad in his ears.

“Abang ih kasian kids people.” Aisha nudged her husband's arm.

“Often play to the Hospital so Ger, there the staff is clear-clear loh.” Faris whispered worriedly heard by his wife.

“Ehem.” Aisha cleared her throat staring intently at her husband whispering with Roger, as the two immediately re-enforced their bodies.

“Find the clear mah do not bother playing unclear to Ger Hospital, just me shopping, in the mall many tuh clear seger.” Aisha said without taking her eyes off the husband, making Faris horrified to see her herself.

Roger who felt the heat between the two immediately downed as much water as possible, he was also horrified by the gaze of the Madam who was more like a female tiger when protecting her child.

“Em how does it feel, Darling?” Faris immediately diverted his conversation as he reached for his wife's hand, anxiously expecting Faris to answer his wife about the results of his cooking, such as the prospective ghost who was being tested for cooking by the prospective in-laws.

Aisha only the mangosteen still felt covetous with her husband. Until their meal was over, silence was still created between the three.

“Em Darling we come out yuk, Ica definitely not satisfied yes same results of Abang cuisine?” Faris, who saw his wife's unchanging look, immediately tried to persuade her.

“Ngapain out? Here there is nothing clear-clear like staff at the Hospital,” Aisha quipped then moved from her chair.

“Yes Allah Dear, Brother is just kidding. Brother just gave motivation to Roger Yang,” said Faris who also rose to pursue his wife.

“Got at home overtime. You guys are all crocodiles!” Aisha continued to grumble along the way.

“Darling wait! Dengerin Brother first dong.” Faris grabbed the hand of his wife who stopped his steps.

“What? To the Hospital aja sono know tuh Roger the same clear-clear there.” Aisha wagged Faris's cheque on her arm and slammed the door of her room to make Faris gawk, the article just this time she saw the wife this angry.

“Honey open dong door, sorryin Abang Ca. Actually, it was just a joke to encourage Roger. Oath That Brother has no intention whatsoever.” Faris was already sitting leaning in front of the locked door, she was really doomed to have said such a thing.

“Sabar yes Sir, let's continue with the meal first. Ngadepin wife who is raging it needs extra energy.” Roger approached Faris and turned back the words Faris had said to him earlier.

“Argh ... You are Ger.” Faris followed Roger's words to return to the dinner table and ferociously finished his remaining meal.

“Lah so blame me? Didn't the Master give me a suggestion?” Roger muttered as if asking himself as he stepped following his Master who was already sitting back in his chair.

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