Sweet Widow
Caught

"Aargh!" Shouted Rachel who felt annoyed, because she felt her morning was ruined with the arrival of monthly guests. "My precious spec, when only yesterday I replaced it,"

"Mr Rachal? Why mba?" Bi Wati knocked on Rachel's room door, she sounded worried from behind the room door.

"Red date, Bi Wati, please give the store key to Lisa, huh? She's coming soon, today I'm not going to the store,"

"Yes, Rachel's mother."

Devan, who was under Rachel's bed all night, was shocked to hear the loud scream. His head hit the wooden part of the bed so that a sound was heard. Rachel who realized it was silent, her scolding stopped with curiosity.

"Whatis that? The rat? The cat?" Rachel, who was still wearing a negligee, tried to kneel down under the bed. "Most!" His eyes bulged this time he did not shout "Get out now or am I going to report you to the police?" Rachel threatened in a calm tone concealing her almost explosive emotions.

Devan can't do anything just to comply, there's no way he's going to hit and knock Rachel unconscious so she can escape easily. Rachel folded her hands, her scary face making Devan bow down feeling guilty.

"When have you been under my bed?"

"Since last night, when you woke up from the sofa, the plan was I wanted to get out after you fell asleep, but it turns out I fell asleep," Devan explained in a low tone, still downcast.

"Who are you? I've never seen you in this area," Rachel asked sternly.

"You're misdirected if you think I'm keeping a precious treasure here. Can't you just be alone, where's your friend? You think with me a woman then I can't fight you?" Rachel continued to ask taking steps one after another making Devan continue to step back until he was cornered on the wall.

"Your body is big and tall, but timid of what I thought, don't tell me your strength is weak. Wait what do I mean? Nah! of course you're scared, this is my house!" Rachel who was so upset.

"That's not what scares me, look at your clothes. I'm afraid I can't help myself." Devan stared into Rachel's eyes for a second then looked back down.

Rachel fell silent, she forgot that she was still wearing that see-through negligee. He was silent for five seconds "Close your eyes! Turn to the wall!" Rachel orders after processing Devan's malicious words.

Soon Rachel snatched the oversize sweater behind the bedroom door and went into the toilet and locked the door. "My supposed bright side why is it so gloomy?" Rachel complains in front of the glass after wearing a sweater.

He wet his face, trying to clear his mind. Then get out of the toilet. "What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Anyway, just don't take me to the police please," pleaded Devan with a compassionate face for mercy. "Make me a maid? The chauffeur? You can tell me anything. Whatever, I'm reliable, please," he continued.

"You stupid or what? How could I believe in a thief trying to steal in my house," Rachel breathed a long sigh of calm. Then Rachel tried to think. Devan still lowered his head yet dared to look at Rachel.

"Rachel MBA? What do I prepare for cooking? I'm going to the market to buy materials," suddenly Bi Wati knocked on the door of the room, not yet aware that Rachel was not alone in the room.

"You need soup and an omelet roll Bi," cried Rachel from behind the door, as if nothing had happened. He knew Bi Wati was a panic-stricken person. If you know there is a thief at home, Bi Wati will continue to ask while Rachel is too lazy to explain.