THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
Calistral Muscle

As the second person in the company of Mahaputra Group, the Emperor was quite a respected figure and was notoriously cold in the eyes of all his subordinates. Meeting clients, conducting negotiations related to the company's operations and everything***** is a whimper is the daily work of an Emperor Mahaputra. And now, on a sunny Sunday, in the tiny house of the Darma family, the Emperor accompanied Bu Darma to bread!! Yes, bread. A COO of Mahaputra Group turned profession into an impromptu pastryman.

After a night of sleeping in a pink kiyowo room, the morning was touched wildly by Sabia and now she has to deal with flour, eggs and butter. Wanting to escape but the Emperor did not dare, he could be labeled as a son-in-law did not know himself and ended up in the cold prison again. Hiiii ... even imagined that narrow room was cold sweat already soaking his forehead.

"Why don't you just use that muter-muter device?" The emperor noticed his in-laws focusing on weighing the weight of each ingredient.

"Mixers?" ask Bu Darma to make sure.

"Yes, mixer. Why not just mix it up?"

"Mama only has a small mixer, just enough to make one bread recipe. This is now an order that requires five recipes, plus a long time later if you use a small mixer." Ms. Darma explained in detail.

The emperor turned to the mixer that was loosened at the table near the sink. True, the mixer was indeed small in size. The Emperor's attention turned to the pile of box objects made of some kind of iron near the cupboard, he did not understand what the name of the object was, maybe to print bread or something.

"You just make one recipe, Mama's got to use that mixer, Kai." Ms. Darma raved again with a gaze that was still focused on the numbers on the scales.

After a long time weighing some ingredients, Ms. Darma washed her hands and dried them using a tissue. Cleverly, her tiny hands like those of Sabia started stirring up the flour and some other ingredients in the stainles bowl. The emperor was still unmoved and focused on watching the dough in the bowl begin to clot. He was amazed to see the change in the shape of flour, sugar and eggs, is the formation of babies also the same process as stirring this dough?

"Now, you notice, yes. Give me an example, and you will continue! Let it not be useless you have a stocky hand but can not knead bread!" Ms. Darma poured the dough that had changed shape into a big ball mound to the table.

The Emperor lowered his head, watching his arm muscles that had formed since he had been exercising regularly. Her in-laws are very smart to praise and challenge her guts.

Cleverly, Bu Darma pressed the dough using his palm. Mermaking, pressing it with the back of the palm, flipping, folding it again in half, continued like that until the Emperor started memorizing it with his rhythm and movements.

"understand?" asked Bu Darma while looking at his daughter-in-law.

The emperor nodded quickly. Doing it like that is easy! The small!!

"Yes, wash your hands first!"

..

..

..

Meanwhile, on a beautiful and shady page. Sabia and Memey were sitting relaxing on the swing. Memey who missed his best friend immediately came to visit as soon as Mr. Darma gave the news that Sabia was staying at his house.

Memey's muscular hand clasped Sabia's warm little hand.

"Are you happy with your marriage?" tanya Memey.

Although Sabia never told him about the state of her household but Memey could guess if Bia must have had to live it all.

"happy. They treat me well, Mey. Even Mama Mira, Papa Syailendra and Hari have not considered me rich in their own family."

"After Emperor? Why don't you mention her name too?" Memey.

Sabia's expression turned tense and Memey could see the mimic change clearly.

"He's good too. Sometimes they are still bummer. But it all takes time, Mey. Sometimes I also feel strange with this sudden marriage, me and the Emperor still have to adapt."

"No, kok. Kai is good, he also often helps me know many things in his house," said Sabia lying, there is guilt in his little heart for lying to his good friend. "When you play to my in-laws dong's house! I'll know Hari, his brother the Emperor. That guy's so nice!" timpal Sabia is excited.

Memey did not say, he was more busy reading Sabia's expression than responding to the words of his best friend. He has known Sabia since they were in elementary school, every Bia mimic has been memorized by Memey. In his little heart, he was certain that something was being kept by Sabia.

"Mey, what's diem!?" Sabia tightened Memey's grip on her hand.

"Yes, I'm still here."

"Oh yeah, enter your number on my new phone dong! Nih." Sabia reached into the cell phone in her nightshirt pocket and handed it to Memey.

"New tape, huh?"

Bia nodded quickly. "Yes. Hape me the old ‘kan lost when the accident, Mey! So I have a new buyin day so I can enter your number."

The day?

Memey frowned in wonder. Why didn't the Emperor buy Sabia a new cell phone? What is the story of her best friend's home life?

After entering his mobile number, Memey searched the Emperor's contact number to save it, but nothing. On Sabia's phone there is no Emperor's name. Only five contact numbers were stored. Once again Memey frowned curiously, something must have gone wrong!

"Well, Mey? If it has been concluded continue to make your number as an emergency number at number five! So if I want your phone, just push the number five long enough."

"okay."

..

..

..

Three o'clock in the afternoon, when Sabia was joking with Memey and Mr. Darma. The emperor who had just finished helping Bu Darma decided to join the three of them. The atmosphere that had been cheerful suddenly turned silent and stiff. Mr. Darma still can't like his son-in-law.

"Hmm, Bij. You come here often, dong!" pinta Memey while shaking Sabia's arm.

"You can come to our house, Mey! Whenever the door of our house is always wide open for the Sabians, right, sweetie?" The Emperor stretched out his hand on Sabia's shoulder and squeezed it in a friendly manner.

For every second, Sabia was speechless. His lips were instantly dumbed down, the physical contact the Emperor made spontaneously this afternoon made his heart beat non-relaxed.

"But you are also obliged to visit us as you are today. Don't forget, Sabia also still has parents!" sela Pak Darma does not accept.

The emperor smiled awkwardly. "Yes, Dad. We'll definitely come back here and visit Mom and Dad."

"Eh, whose car is that?" memey muttered in shock when he saw a black sedan car enter the courtyard and stop right in front of the four of them.

A man came down casually and bowed when he saw the Emperor. He opened the trunk at the back of the car and pulled out some large boxes.

"Who's coming?" hiss Sabia was curious.

"Wiken, dear."