The Last Love's
Relationships Without Involving Love

Alan immediately looked for an excuse, so that he was not caught trying to find out everything about the girl next to him.

“No papa, I am your master's son. Can't I just name it?” tukas Alan with a slightly tense face.

“Yes, because of my love story or love affair, it has nothing to do with my work in your home,” Anggita replied without any fear. He only tells what he thinks is right.

A maid also has her own privacy space, which no one needs to know.

“Obviously there, dong,” argue Alan.

“From where?” ask Anggita origin.

His tone remained low, without any sense of intimidation at all.

“Kalo for example you have a girlfriend, keep you again there are problems with your boyfriend, your mood becomes unstable, so your work is not perfect,” explained Alan trying to think rationally. He was a little grateful for sometimes paying attention to his female college friends, or his friend's lovers if there was a problem.

They seem more irritable, sensitive, and unfocused in doing what they do.

“I make sure it won't all happen. I know how to control my emotions and ego. So you calm down. You overestimated me,” Anggita said later, before looking back at the streets they passed.

‘He's very confident. Wouldn't you really be that long as he never dated, or close to that guy?’ inner Alan is getting so eager to find out the contents of Anggita's heart.

The girl beside him was silent with a raging heart. A short discussion with Alan, opened the door that Anggita had closed long enough. Looking at all the memories of a few years ago, with the same taste and hope.

‘I hope my departure, make you happy Galang. I hope you don't get hurt or suffer again like when we were together,’ rapal Anggita in heart.

He can only leave his heart and love to the Powerful. Giving up everything without expecting anything.

Let alone to fall back in love, hoping to see his figure again Anggita did not dare. Until he chose to continue to hide in this city, and buried deep in the love that was once very burning and passionate.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet again, until they arrived home, Anggita immediately entered carrying his groceries and rushed to cook for lunch.

The variety of dishes he made, with full confidence and confident if the food is able to make the master's son feel at home at home.

“Angita, cook it wholeheartedly yes,” pinta bu Ratih, although so far the results of Anggita cuisine never disappoint.

“Definitely, Mom!” sahut Anggita with great enthusiasm.

Sometimes he wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The hair of the girl who was pigtailed by the horse, continued to move swayed along with the steps of Anggita who walked there to and fro.

His hand movements and steps were quick and deft. He also did not want to be helped, even though there were many foods that he wanted to cook.

The steam from the small pot, containing chicken soup, gave off a delicious aroma that made Alan walk towards the kitchen, to look at himself.

“Why did you come here?” whispered Ratih's mother saw her son who was walking closer.

“What's this, Bu?” ask Alan.

“Ya the smell of Anggita's cooking. Wh why? Getting hungry?” goda bu Ratih accidentally heard the voice of his son's stomach.

“I'm hungry has nothing to do with the smell of her cooking, Mom. This is because it has entered lunchtime,” kilah Alan without intending to praise Anggita's cooking before he tasted it directly.

“Yes, you wait in the dining room. Mother asked her Anggita is still a long time,” answered the mother Ratih encouraged her son to turn around, while he walked into the kitchen.

“How to Anggita? All of them?” tanya Ratih approached Anggita who had just tasted her own soup.

“Neventless. I already know that your cooking is very good use,” refuse bu Ratih with a sumringah face.

“Turn it to the dinner table. You are also soon home,” message bu Ratih before returning to leave the kitchen.

“Good, Bu.”

The aroma of the cooking, smelled closer, pierced Alan's sense of smell and increasingly made his stomach thrash.

“What cooking will she have as good as her scent?” alan asked softly when he saw Anggita walking towards him.

One by one the food was already in session, and now they were all gathered in the dining room.

“You ate here aja,” pinta bu Ratih when Anggita was about to return to the back.

“Not done, Mom. I'm behind me. The kitchen is also still messy,” reject Anggita accompanied by a slow sleigh.

“Udah, clean it later. Let's eat first. You also must have laper ‘kan?” persuading Ratih ma'am to lead Anggita to sit next to Alan.

“But, Mom...”

“Already, not papa. Than you eat alone,” said mr. Galih.

Anggita finally danced, and joined the family of his employer.

“Where? Enable?” tanya Ratih looked at Alan who was eating very greedily.

“Enak,” replied Alan briefly.

He refocused on his food, without glancing at Anggita.

“Enak what's so good? Eat slowly, Son,” scolded madam Ratih saw her son who was like a three-day person did not eat.

“That's a really big laper, Mom. Last morning I did not have breakfast,” elak Alan so that he was not caught so enjoying the cuisine of his housemaid.

Just got reprimanded by the mother. Alan suddenly choked on his own food. The new supper, put a spoon and put a glass of mineral water on Alan.

“Tuh right! My mom said eat it slowly. Becomes choking,” scolding bu Ratih see the behavior of his son.

“Ahhhh!” Take a deep breath, and be quiet for a moment.

“No accident, Ma'am,” Alan replied with red and wet eyes.

The man's face was a little sweaty, because so enjoy the spicy and fresh chili sauce Anggita made. One of the sambal that is difficult to find, even though there is no taste that fits on his tongue.

He who usually if it has choked does not taste to eat, now continues to eat. Although he was not as fast as before but he still ate until the food on the plate was not left.

“Sambelnya very sad,” seloroh Alan wiped his sweat and moved to leave the dining table.

“The name is chili ya pedes anyway, son. If you want sweet eating sugar,” sahut Pak Galih who is also a spicy lover, and according to him sambal made by Anggita is very delicious.

“I settle this first, Mom,” Anggita said when he saw that Ratih and Pak Galih had finished their meal.

“Iya, Son. You will also pack it for your sister. The patch also brought all, right earlier said my son was too spicy,” replied Mrs Ratih with a strong enough voice, so that Alan who was on the sofa lounge heard his voice.

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