Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Macaroni Schoolhotel

The next morning, Violin regained her body and coiled with her warm blanket. He felt relaxed, in addition to having Merry take care of everything, he was also not in a hurry to go to the office. The outside is still raining, the right atmosphere to re-knit the dream.

His agent this morning he was going to Rob's nyamperin hospital, Vio thought there should be someone accompanying him to the religious court.

And Rob is the right choice, because Pam is of course still in the hotel taking care of her legs. Sofia was a bit quiet after coming home from the rutan yesterday. Perhaps upon meeting, Daniel said something that made him depressed.

Vio was still watching, he would wait for Sofia to tell him her heart. Or at most Pam's gonna force him to tell stories.

Pam's style is frontal and forced, while Vio is more to respect the privacy of his friends. If you don't want to tell a story, you won't force it either. The point is that they both care.

Then Vio's closed eyes opened again along with his nose that smelled the smell of cooking.

Very fragrant! Want to be ignored kok darling, really his stomach immediately demo asked to be filled. It's still early morning.

"Aarrrghhhhhhh... Merrryyyy!!! Can you not make it happen? It's laper!" Erang Violin while rolling around, turning her body back, slurred.

Violin covered her face with a blanket. Instead of missing the smell of fragrant cooking, even he who is difficult to breathe.

"Okay, I'm blushing! Fixs elo win, huh!" While grumbling Vio threw down his blanket carelessly, he walked towards the kitchen. Even Sofia's room was still tightly closed.

"Morning Mbak." Merry cheerful greeting. She is beautiful with her appron. Her hair was ponytailed with dangling hair cubs falling on the temples.

"Hmmm..." Mumbled Vio. He glanced at the dining table. Macaroni schotel is still hot fresh out of the baking pan.

As if knowing the wishes of his master, Merry thrust out a small plate and spoon. Violin subconsciously sat down and grabbed the spoon.

The first one, he closed his eyes. Enjoy the taste of Merry cuisine. Then a second later a shadow played in his memory. Memories of when he was a child, maybe when he was five years old, he saw his mother smiling warmly while thrusting a spoonful of macaroni full schotel Mozarella his favorite.

Cheerfully he chewed on the food. His tiny hand grabbed the mama's appron who stood up and grabbed the tisyu to clean the mouth of the little Vio who was covered in cheese. Dear Mama lap Vio's mouth.

And the scene was cut off, Violin opened her eyes. Her cheeks are wet. His breath hunted quickly and his chest rose and fell.

Panicked Merry held onto Violin's arm anxiously.

"Mr? Ma'am Vio! Ono opo to iki to see wae?" (What's going on about this to be quiet? )

Then Merry ran to get some water and poured it on Vio.

Shakily Vio received the glass from Merry's hand and slowly sipped it down to the toilet.

Violin began to calm down.

Merry removed the food, plates and glasses from Vio's presence. He looks scared. His face was pale and trembling.

"I'm not okay, Mer. Nor is it food allergy. Bring it here, I want to eat!" Decree Vio.

Merry stood up nervously, then placed the macaroni in front of Vio again hesitantly.

"Kok mbak Vio klempusan to? I'm gonna be scared. Wes mending didn't make the others."

Clamps (ngos-ngosan).

"It's precisely because your food is good so I clipped."

Violin who does not know the meaning of clipping was only the origin of answering Merry's words.

"That nice expression yo sparkles that his eyes are Mbak, not even weeping." Merry nagging is not clear, his mouth until it can be paled using a rubber band.

Merry shook his head, "No dare I sit here to Ma'am!?" he pointed to the chair beside Violin.

"I'm not kedapur, yo?"

"Just sit down, don't take it!" Vio dragged Merry's arm to sit in the chair next to him.

With clumsily Merry came scooping his cooking.

"Hm... Veri nes yo mbak!?" Narcissistic, he praises his own cooking.

"Verry nice, Merr..." Error Vio.

"You are, she said, an international domestic assistant. I've been to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore. Still a medhok answer."

"It's ingrained Mbak meat, want to America though, if the Javanese yes Java only. Don't want me to meet my symbogu using Londo. I don't understand (not understand). If you meet Londo people who use Londo, you can a little, still learn." With a cheerful mimicry blabbed.

Somehow, Violin became a cheerful follow. Looks like Merry's positive mute rubbed off on him.

"You're a cooking pinter, Merr, I've got so much to cry. Why not try being a chef? Or run a race on TV?"

"Walaahh, ndak pede me Ma'am." By the way no pede but his head swayed cheerfully. Aduuuhhh basic Merry. Maybe if the housekeeper like the Merry will not have an employer who dares to nag. It's so giddy.

Merry offered a cup of warm matcha tea. Violin smiled accepting it then took a sip.

"Oh yes, please make bento yes, Mer. What matters is that there is a name. I'll take it at nine." Violin finished her tea and stood up.

"Ready Ma'am!"

Violin walked towards her room. He wants to soak for a while.

"Eh, nganu Ma'am..." With hesitation Merry stopped Vio's steps. "The fridge is empty and there's no other food." Merry continues.

"Geez Merr... Shopping money I haven't given you yet, huh? Hehe..."

******

The VVIP Marina Medika parking lot. Violin got out of her car with a bento bag made by Merry. He smiled, remembering his boredom until he forgot to give the money to Merry. It turns out that when cooking steak yesterday Pam was shopping.

Naturally he did not know, this he had never dealt with. This is something new he met.

At home it used to be okay. Many of his parents take care of things like this. Even when in the apartment, live a squeeze, in order.

He closed the car door and set an automatic alarm. With graceful steps towards the lobby. He deliberately didn't make any promises with Rob. Just confirm the thorax and cardiovascular surgeon's schedule with his assistant. Rob is free today after seeing two VVIP patients scheduled for nine in the morning.

Violin glanced at her watch, ten o'clock.

All eyes looked at the striking figure in an unusual stelan. Even if they know how much it costs, it may be possible to buy a unit of house in the elite area.

The employee who knew Vio's face nodded as he passed by him. Some senior employees greeted him with pleasantries.

Violin just smiled, she stepped towards Rob's room. His hand was almost outstretched opening the door that was not tightly closed when he heard the voice of his mother from inside.

Vio's reflexes stopped his movements. He sharpened his hearing again.

That's right Mama's voice and there's another voice besides Rob. Wait. he knew her!