TAGGED WITH OM RICH
40. Not Your Business.

Renatta did not know what to do this Sunday. Go shopping, but have no friends because Gista has already started working.

Go home to the parents, no one because papa and mama are going out of town for a vacation while working.

Isn't there still Randy?

The man is now actually exercising with Richard, on the bottom floor of this luxurious house.

Renatta felt his day off was boring.

“Do I learn to cook?” Mumbled the woman.

He felt a little challenged when Richard blatantly called it could not cook, and would only destroy the kitchen.

“Yes. No harm, ‘kan?”

The woman got up from the bed, and went out of her room to go to the kitchen.

“Bi, I want to learn to cook.” Said Renatta who made his housekeeper stare in disbelief.

“But madam—

The middle-aged woman pursed her lips as Renatta stared intently.

“What aunt is afraid I will destroy this kitchen?”

“Not like that, mistress.” The middle-aged woman shook her head slowly.

“But, sir forbid me to allow mistress to cook.” Clearly nervous.

Renatta's eyes are perfectly patterned.

“So more aunt listen to my husband's words?”

The housekeeper nodded slowly.

“I'm sorry, madam. But, if you have never held kitchen utensils, something could happen. Maybe it will hurt the mistress herself.” Obviously a younger household assistant.

Renatta poked his lips.

“Ah, just tell me if you are indeed forbidding me for not wanting me to ruin your place.”

Renatta shook his hand.

“No need to explain in such a long language. I-i understand. I can't and never cook. That's why I want to learn.”

The woman was straddling while walking around.

“You know what it means to learn? Doing something we've never done before. I can't, that's why I want to learn. And when I was just starting to learn, where could I possibly instantly make it?” Renatta stopped at a chair, then landed his ass there.

“You guys did and explained the stages to me. I will listen, and listen well. Trust me, I won't ruin your kitchen.”

The two house assistants looked at each other. They are still digesting the words of the madam.

“Wait for what else? Start taking cooking steps. I'll see it first.” Renatta's orders.

The two home assistants then nodded their heads.

They then begin to work with Renatta being there as a spectator.

“Bi, can I ask you something?” Renatta said in between the busyness of the home assistants preparing ingredients for cooking.

“Sure, mistress.” The assistant replied. But his hands and feet continued to move around, making Renatta's head also follow them.

“Do you know about the contents of the room on the third floor that no one else is allowed to enter?”

Renatta's question made the two home assistants suddenly stop their activities.

The two of them threw each other back.

“We don't know, madam. As the madam said earlier, the room should not be opened by anyone else except the master himself.” Obviously the oldest home assistant.

Renatta grunted quietly.

“What room was never cleaned? Must be dirty in it.”

“It was also the master who did it, madam.”

“Ya. Continue your work. I'm going back to the room first.” Say the young lady, then get out of the kitchen.

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Instead of going back to the room like he said to the house assistant. Renatta went to the third floor of the mansion.

In addition to one room that is not allowed to be opened by others, on the third floor there are also two empty rooms that have not been filled.

The hearing of the words of the home assistants, made Renatta's curiosity reappear.

Actually, what was Richard hiding behind the door of that room? Could it be that the man was hiding the tools to assemble the bombs? Or illegal drugs?

“No. That is impossible.”

The woman then approached the door of the room. His hands stretched out to open the doorknob. But alas, the rectangular board was locked.

“May he put his keys around here.”

Renatta checked every desk drawer, flower pot, display even the painting on that floor.

But he found nothing.

“I'm so stupid. Om Rich isn't a banged-up man who puts keys in just about any place. Moreover this important key.” The woman hit him on the head slowly.

Meanwhile downstairs. Richard and Randy have finished exercising.

Richard asked his brother-in-law to have lunch together at the house, remembering that mom and dad were out of town.

Randy agreed, but he asked permission to go home to clean up first.

“Where is my wife?” Richard asked the home assistant as he went to the kitchen carrying an empty bottle.

“The lady said back to the room, mister.”

“My wife got down?” Ask Richard curiously.

“Iya. Madam wants to learn to cook. But we don't allow. So, the mistress just watched.”

Richard nodded his head. He then rushed to their room.

“Sayang?” Call Richard and open the door.

There's nobody there. Then he went into the dressing room. To check the bathroom, he did not find the whereabouts of the wife.

The man came back down. “You're sure my wife said she'd be back in the room?” The question surprised the whole kitchen.

“Iya, sir.”

“Then why isn't he in the room? What were you talking about while my wife was here?”

The two home assistants froze. It looks like they have made a mistake and are threatened with losing their job after this.

Richard had warned no one to talk about the room on the third floor.

However, they had unknowingly discussed it with Renatta.

“Say? Is it possible that my wife said she was going to her parents' house?”

One of the house assistants shook his head.

“Im sorry, sir. Last lady asked about kamar—

Not finished the middle-aged woman said, Richard had already flipped his body while cursing loudly.

The man took wide steps to get to the third floor immediately.

He was sure his wife was there now.

“Sayang.”

Renatta turned towards the source of the voice. The woman gulped her saliva violently, for her hand was now on the doorknob.

Richard looked at him sharply.

“O-om.” Renatta pulled his hand. Then he approached the husband.

“What are you doing here?”

Renatta shook his head. “Nothing. Just being bored.” He said with a forced smile.

“Om is done? Wanna shower? Come on, let me get the water ready.”

Renatta walked ahead of her husband. Just a step away, the man suddenly withdrew his hand. Make their bodies stick.

“Do you intend to stalk?”

Renatta returned.

“Other times don't do that again. Whatever is behind that door, it is none of your business.” Richard's voice sounded resolute and indisputable.

“Don't try to open that door again. You understand?”

“I-iya, om.”

****

Seriate.