Secretary Dadakan
Indian Noodles

"Are you sure, Miss?" James seemed very worried. His face was sluggish.

"Of course."

"I don't see any ambition in your eyes this time." James squinted his eyes.

"If you want your own ambition, don't take someone's wife" Ricki said.

James sneered, "Are you sure that our Miss is your wife, Sir? Don't forget that Yuna is just a name. Accept reality."

"All I know is she's Yuna."

"Enough!" Yuna shouted shut her ears with both hands.

"Can't you guys just shut up? I'm getting dizzy! Stop arguing over things that are not important!" yuna Berang.

"My head is about to break. I'm tired, James! Since childhood life is full of pressure and rules, do you want to continue like this? I'm honestly depressed!"

"I want to give up."

"No Miss. You and Mr. Edward are the rightful heirs. We can't keep quiet, we have to stop Erik and Helena. There are many victims."

"I don't want to interfere. I just want Elizabeth to be free. Marsella is also at risk of her life."

"We can't back down, miss. Gotta keep going and end all the new can live a quiet life."

Yuna breathed a tired breath. He confirmed James' words. The man had also found the person who had betrayed, he continued to convince Yuna to re-create the attack plan. Yuna started to worry, she wanted to stop but it wasn't as easy as turning her hand.

"Don't listen. I really am willing to give the company, calm down I still have a lot. For Elizabeth's sake you must change." Ricki keeps on instigating. James was really furious.

"It's not about giving up the company! Do you think that's the only way it's all done with Eric? No!" James stared hard at Ricki. Anger is exploding.

"Please, we need to get this over with!"

"Be more cruel! Do not hesitate to kill and beat, for doubt will destroy us."

"Protect Yuna from the whispers of the damned devil." Ricki held both hands.

"May I cut off Miss's head?"

"Just mutilate the skalian," Yuna said with a move.

"Wow predator." Ricki shuddered in horror.

"I'll meet you at Menson" Yuna said with a pass.

At exactly one o'clock in the night Yuna just got home from menson. Plans have been neatly arranged, Ricki has been waiting on the front porch since. He was very worried because after midnight, the wife had not yet returned home. He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, walking back and forth like a dazed person. When he saw that there was a car light on and that year his wife's car he immediately entered the house. While running, one house slipper was left behind. He turned around and took the doraemon sandal. Entering the house with a stumble.

Ricki peeked and opened the window curtain, saw Yuna being ushered in by James, involved in the conversation Ricki certainly did not want to hear. He immediately closed the window curtain and walked quickly towards the stairs. Not going into the room, he walked down the stairs with a flick as Yuna had just opened the door.

"You just got home?" tahya Ricki's.

"You waiting for me again?"

"Hoam." Riki touched and covered her mouth with one hand. "You don't see, the account just woke up?"

"Would you accompany me for coffee?" ask Ricki.

"Huh? Since when do you coffee?"

The man knew very well, that this time Yuna needed a friend to share. Yuna let them go to the kitchen. The gloomy woman folded both hands and kept them on the table.

"Laper isn't?"

"Mayan" said Yuna.

"You want boiled noodles? I'll make it," Ricki bargained.

"Could be? Cook some water."

"Don't disdain me, because I'm not rice."

"It's not funny." Yuna thaws.

"So you want to?"

"It's mouthful to the grandmothers made no!" yuna was upset.

"I was asked to laugh."

"Where am I laughing. It's a pissed face, isn't it happy?" Yuna showed her face with one hand.

"Oh. Thank goodness for being happy. A lot of people say that I'm close to being brought by such a sweet snack."

"Whatever, hand over!"

"So what do you want boiled noodles fried?"

"What what what."

"Mie boiled kakanya delicious," said Yuna later, even though Ricki had taken fried noodles.

"This is, it's up to women to be inconsistent."

Not long ago Ricki returned with two bowls that were on top of one tray. He thrust a bowl of noodles at Yuna.

"It's fried noodles? What brand anyway? Any color noodles items?" Yuna lifted the noodles with a fork.

"That's Indian boiled noodles."

"Huh? Black as black." Yuna's sleepy. "Eh, that was. boiled noodles but how come there's no gravy?"

"Yes, it cooked over time. Wajan sampe gosong."

"Don't this noodle be black not because of Indian noodles but because you cook until the water is sweet?" guess Yuna.

"Yes that's it." Ricki scratched his nape that did not itch. "take it that noodles boiled tanoa kuah," he added.

"Geez!" Yuna rubbed her natural with a rough.

Even so Yuna still enjoys dry boiled noodles for her husband. It felt rejected tongue no taste of the hook, salty really hard.imagined Yuna closed her eyes enjoying the noodles.

"Saking good you until you rem melek. Looks like I'm talented as a chef" Ricki's great-grandson.

"Truly I'm great, can make Indian noodles." Ricki brushed her hair back with three fingers.

I want to feel Yuna sticking that noodle into her husband's mouth. But it will not be done, because it is very appreciative of the goodness of Ricki who is willing to make Indian noodles that can shake the tongue and make Yuna rem literate with an absurd taste. This family's absurd.