Solar Throne
Second Woman

Gina looked at the back of Surya who was still busy preparing dinner from the materials in the refrigerator and the materials he had just bought in the mini market. Gina secretly likes Surya's broad back and field. He held his hand while watching him. Eventually he had to start that approach with Surya. He was determined to be able to make Surya finally really like it too. As a woman, not as the daughter of her boss. Gina will also begin to launch strategies so that she can get Surya's attention so that she will gladly accept her love later. And tonight was his first chance to attract Surya's attention.

Perhaps feeling noticed or whether she really wants to see Gina, Surya suddenly turns around. Seeing that Gina was misbehaved because she was caught watching Surya, but then she tried to overcome it by smiling. Surya felt a little astonished by Gina's sudden change in attitude being sweet.

"Do you want to help me?" Bargain Gina while looking at Surya. Surya was a bit strange to hear Gina's question.

"Can you please cut this tomato, Miss?" Surya raised a tomato in his hand still with a sense of wonder in his head over the sudden change in Gina's attitude.

"All right." Gina stood up from her seat and approached Surya. He then took one of the knives in place of the knife on the kitchen table. Surya smiled knot saw it.

Surya also had a glance when Gina started cutting tomatoes. Very stiff and it seemed that he had never done that before. But Surya let it go and pretended not to notice it.

Until a while later Gina thrust a cutting board with pieces of tomatoes on it. Surya looked at what was in Gina's hands. Pieces of tomatoes are sliced into any shape and almost destroyed because Gina is too strong to hold it.

"How's it?" Gina asked as she looked at Surya with a satisfied smile as she felt that she had helped him cook.

"Thank you, Miss." Finally it was only Surya answered with a smile and received a cutting board from Gina.

Surya then put the slices of tomatoes in the form of abstract into a pot containing decoction of beef ribs. After that Surya put some complementary spices such as salt and flavoring according to taste. Gina watched Surya who was tasting his dishes from the side.

"Surya, let me taste it." Gina Pinta.

Hearing that, Surya then took a spoon and poured a little gravy into it. Then Surya blew on the broth in a spoon and fed it to Gina who opened her mouth with pleasure.

"How does it feel, Miss?" Surya asked while looking at Gina straight. Gina was silent and tried to feel with her senses.

"Nob." Gina replied with a smile. Surya returned his satisfied smile.

"Do you have magic hands so that all your cooking tastes good?" Surya turned to Gina and smiled.

"Like Miss who likes martial arts, I'm also a hobby of cooking."

"Oh yeah?" Gina widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Do you have a hobby of cooking?" Surya nodded.

"Yes, Miss. I love the smell of food that I cook with my own hands. It feels like there is a special pleasure when I eat it. Although only simple dishes but can unite all the spices into different cuisines name and taste it taste amazing. All dishes, even though they use the same basic ingredients, but one ingredient can distinguish the taste, Miss."

"really?" Gina did not understand what Surya said.

"Like soto and rawon that have the same basic spices but because giving kluwek into it will change the taste, aroma and color."

"Kluwekis? What'sthat?" Gina felt alien to what she had just heard.

"Kluwek is the seed of a tree whose skin is hard and inside contains soft black seed meat and is usually used as a spice when cooking rawon." Obviously Surya and Gina just hear it even though they do not understand it at all because they have never seen it.

"Like this, Miss." Surya thrust his phone and showed a screen that showed a picture of the kluwek from his phone's web browser.

"Oh this..." Gina noticed.

"If the skin is hard, then how to remove the seed meat?"

"By being pounded, Miss. When the skin breaks, then we can take the contents inside." Gina finally nodded in understanding.

"You also know what a kluwek is. Your knowledge of culinary is not limited to just being a connoisseur. You even know all that spice."

"Because if I don't know the spice, I won't be able to cook it, Miss."

"Yes, you're right." Answer Gina.

"It's great that you can have a hobby that will make you happy."

"Yes, cooking is a hobby that makes me happy."

"I think that just working can make you happy."

"It's true, Miss. I'm very happy to work. Because by working I can make money."

"What's? Seriously? Seriously you're that kind of person?" Surya smiled widely while nodding in response to Gina's sentence.

"Then why do we have to be tired of working if it does not generate any profit, especially money, Miss?"

"Bas on a materialistic man." Gina Cibir.

"I told you, I'm not metrealistic but I'm very realistic, Miss."

"Yes yes, all right. It's up to you to copulate." Gina approached the dispenser in the corner of the kitchen and placed the glass she had just picked up to fill with water.

"As far as you know, martial arts is not a hobby for me. It's just something I can do to protect the assets Papa has." Hearing the sentence spoken by Gina felt strange, Surya furrowed his brows.

"The asset you have?" Ask Surya.

"But I'm sure it'll never happen."

"Right, the 'stalkers' that Papa assigned would definitely not let any bad guy hurt me."

"Papa made Miss practice taekwondo with hope."

"What's that?"

Mr. Rangga sat down at the dinner table and started filling his plate with dinner menu.

"How's your wound?" Ask Mr. Rangga after Surya took a seat on one of the chairs at the dining table.

"It's better, Pa." Answer Rangga politely.

"That kid is annoying sometimes but also sometimes looks awesome." Said Mr. Rangga and drank water from a glass in front of him.

"I hope that after learning martial arts he will become a child who can form self-defense. That way he can become a confident person and also can control himself." Mr. Rangga looked at Surya to see his expression.

"Well, I got what I expected. He can defend himself well when it comes to physical strength. He is also confident and knows no fear when dealing with anyone. But then I finally knew he could not control himself and made him often endanger himself because he considered himself capable of facing others who he judged to be evil and could hurt. He was often quick to react when he saw the act of thuggery. He will not stay silent and try to prevent it from happening because he feels capable of prevention and resistance if it is not prevented." Pak Rangga's eyes dimmed when he said that. There was concern from his tone of voice.

"This time he wasn't hurt, but in the end he made you hurt. And I know right now he must be very guilty of you." Mr. Rangga looked straight at Surya.

"So, obey whatever he does to you because it can make him feel better."

"Hey, Surya..." Gina moved her arm. Surya turned his mind back to Gina who was in front of him.

"Yes, Miss."

"You scared me, huh?"

"Sorry Miss?" Surya did not understand what Gina said.

"You suddenly daydream. Are you entering the spirit of the subtle-waiter of your house? Because it is said that a house that is rarely occupied will be used as a residence by the ghosts." Hearing that Surya smiled then lifted the pot and moved it to the minimalist dining table in the kitchen. Surya did not reply to Gina.

"Hey, why are you quiet? It makes me think what I'm worried about is happening." Gina followed Surya.

"No Miss. This house is never empty. I always come at least once a week. But more often one week twice."

"Oh yeah? What's for?"

"Just to say hello to my house and so that ghosts do not have time to stop here because they found traces of their owners in this house."

"Is it true that the house is not occupied by ghosts?"

"Hmm. according to my knowledge."

"Then...who do you usually bring here?" Gina's voice weakened and was very careful when asking that. Surya looked at him. Gina felt like Surya was looking for something in the depths of her heart. Surya then walked back to the kitchen leaving Gina who was still in the dining room without giving an answer. Gina softened her lips because Surya avoided her question just now.

Whatisit? So he used to bring Hanna here too. Gina's inner being without her noticing her face showed a pouting expression.

"You're the second woman I brought here." Surya answered while carrying plates and glasses to put on the dining table.

"So, you used to take that woman to your house?" Gina's tone of voice became cold as it held something in her chest. Jealousy. He was sure Hanna would often be invited to come here by him.

"Not often but only a few times." Surya arranged the food and also the dishes that he had brought from the kitchen.

"Multiple times? That means more than once." Cecar Gina was very curious.

"Hmmm..." Surya answered briefly and began to sit on the dining table chair. Gina grew increasingly anxious for Surya who seemed to casually acknowledge everything Gina had in mind.

"So, who is he?" Gina asked as she sat down in the chair. Surya spooned the rice on Gina's plate.

"Is he your girlfriend?" Ask again and now Surya is still busy pouring rib soup in a bowl to then put in front of him sitting.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Pursue Gina with the question again. Surya was still busy preparing his own food and had yet to answer Gina's question.

"Do you really have a boyfriend or not?" Gina became anxious to see Surya who seemed to ignore her.

"When I just bought this house I brought my mother here to see it. Then when we get married, I'm staying here too, miss." Said Surya relaxed while sharing a distinctive smile ala himself.

Hearing that, the heart of gina who was originally like being in the oven suddenly seemed to be sprayed with ice water. His jealousy suddenly disappeared somewhere.

"Ohh..." But that was the only response he could get out because his heart became relieved.

"Is that enough to calm you down now?" Now change Surya asked Gina.

Gina did not put food in her mouth. Surya's sudden question like that left him perplexed to decipher what that meant.