The Grand King and His Interpreter
Chapter 10 - Steve's at Home

Her eyelashes are long and pliable for men. A sharp nose, and thin pink lips. Steve could have been a soap opera star, or FTV, with the good looks he had. It's been almost five minutes, we got in front of my house. Steve's been asleep since five minutes after I took over the wheel.

I shook his body slowly. “Steve I said right in her ear.

“Akhh!” steve shouted to my surprise. His eyes blinked a few times. “We're here?” Ask with a confused face.

I'm nodding.

“Sori.” He said while taking off his seat belt.

Steve got off first from the car. I saw him walking around the front garden, and waiting for me on the terrace. I rushed down from the car. I didn't forget to lock the car.

I ran a little towards Steve, then opened the mintu behind him by entering some numbers.

“Come in.” I said, please let Steve into the house. “Shoes are removed put in place of shoes that are there." I said while showing Steve where he should put his shoes.

Steve followed my lead. While still standing, he took off his shoes. Starting from the left, then the next.

“There is slipper, you use aja.” I said, leaving Steve in the living room by himself. “The door should not forget to close. Stay driven aja.” My next.

I put my bag haphazardly on the couch in the tv room. I went to the bathroom not far from the TV room. I started by washing my legs, then went to the mirror. The image of a tired face bounced on that mirror. I lighted the sink faucet, then cupped the water out of it to wash my face. It feels so fresh.

I picked up a face soap that was not far from the sink. Open the cover, then squeeze the bottle body, put the contents in the palm of the hand, then give the soap a little water. I rub the soap that starts to foam all over the face.

“Akhhh!!” I shouted as I looked at the other shadows that appeared in the mirror.

“You did the hell, suddenly appeared!” I cried, while washing the soap on my face.

“Cher, are you okay?!” Steve's shadow appeared in the mirror.

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“Waa!!” Shouted Steve suddenly.

Steve was also surprised to see a shackled shadow in the mirror. Natsumes. Somehow his body was not next to Steve, nor to me, but Natsume's shadow appeared clearly in the mirror.

“I see there's Natsume there.” Steve said as his index finger was pointed at the mirror.

“I also saw it.” I said yes.

Steve and I looked at each other for a while.

“Natsume-san?” I asked as I leaned closer to the mirror. I rubbed the surface by hand a few times.

Natsume's shadow just vanished. Steve and I talked to each other again. My body suddenly felt shudder. Many people say that subtle-spirit images can appear in the mirror, and that is proof of their presence.

“Do you think Natsume has just been here?” I asked Steve.

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know, but it might be yes.” Her speech.

“If you want to shower, you can use this bathroom. I'll get you a towel and I'll get you a change of clothes.” I said as I let Steve in and I stepped out.

I left Steve, heading to my room on the second floor. I opened the room to find clothes to wear for Steve. Steve's body tends not to be too big, I can call him skinny, only his body is high enough for the size of Asia. The only type of bauju that is very likely to be worn by Steve is the ‘party’ shirt type. I have a few organizational shirts I've never worn though.

After getting the t-shirt, I shifted to the small closet where I kept the towel. I opened the bottom drawer, then took a towel from the inside. This towel is not new, but I have been laundry since a year ago, but I have not opened the plastic wrap. The towel Gilang usually wears if he comes to my house.

I never took anyone to my house. Even Hendra and Sam. We always hang out outside. Just Gilang, and now Steve. Uh! I forget. Natsume has been here too.

I quickly closed the drawer, then went down to the bathroom. I linked the towels and t-shirts I brought to the bathroom doorknob.

“I cantolin outside yes.” I said, then headed for the kitchen.

I opened the fridge cabinet, took the chicken stock out of there. I took a small frying pan, put it on the stove, poured some oil, then started the fire.

The oil in my frying pan wasn't even hot right yet, but Steve had finished his bath. He came out with bare chest, wet hair and a t-shirt draped over his right shoulder.

“Steve!!” Excited as I turned my body around, so as not to see the top of Steve's body left open.

“What did you do anyway, from earlier screaming?!” Reply Steve no less loud.

“Wear the shirt.” I said, turning my focus again to the frying pan whose oil was getting hot.

“Bentare. Your bathroom is really small, I'm angry.” His word.

My ears heard the sound of the little squeaking of the shifting sofa. Looks like Steve's sitting on the TV room couch. Sure enough, not long after I heard the sounds coming from my tv speaker. I try to stay focused and focused on my cooking.

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At 21:45

Steve doesn't want to sleep yet. He focused on staring at the television screen that was playing the film Finding Dori. Occasionally his hand sank into the jar to pick up a few pieces of potato chips.

“You usually after the office what?” My toot.

“Sometimes I gym first, only after that go home. One to two hours.” Steve replied as his eyes remained straight to the screen.

“How many brothers are you?” Ask again.

“I'm three brothers. My first sister, she's married. Then my sister was still in college last semester.” Steve Obviously.

I just nod my head.

“Did your sister also marry a rich businessman?” I asked without thinking, and honestly afterwards I regretted why I asked. “You don't need to answer.”

Steve laughed for a while. “You're like a reporter interviewing someone.” Steve Reveals.

“Iya, sorry.” I said sorry.

Steve sagged off the couch, sitting on a velvet carpet leaning against the sofa.

“Jesica married son conglomerate business owner property.” Steve answered my question.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have asked about personal.”kataku shriek.

“Everyone knows, I'm confused why you asked.” Reply Steve as if he doesn't mind all the questions I ask.

We're silent. Only the sound of the orangye clown fish shouting at the dori, filled the room.

“Who's Gilang?” Ask Steve suddenly.

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