THE LIFE OF A MAN
PART 428'S
Happy reading .....
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Republic of Indonesia,
“Ya already then, Mother Marsih. Just make me coffee as usual, and deliver to the main workspace ..”
“Good, Sir ..”
“Thank you, Ms. Marsih ..”
“Same – equals, Mr.”
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“Excuse me, Mr..”
“Do not take.”
“But this is dirty, Mr. ..”
“Tak what .... I want to find out, what kind of tea is this.“
“Oh, yes already so, Mr.”
“Alright Mother Marsih, I want to go to work now. And do not prepare a place for me and the Girl at the dinner table, because chances are we will have dinner in the room.”
“Good, Sir. Later I will ask Minah to prepare food Mr. Son and Madam Girl. What about Young Master, Mister?”
“Prepare first Anth tableware at the dining table. Where will he come to dinner I'll ask him when he wakes up.”
“Yes, well Mr. I will also prepare all Young Master's meals with Mr. Son and Madam Girl's food, so that if the Young Master wants to have dinner with you and Madam Girl, then, he doesn't have to wait long.”
“Iya. Once again thank you Mother Marsih.”
“Same – equals, Mr.”
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‘Easy – hopefully I can pass it by her husband Girl. If you want to clean this I have used a sexy shirt like this.’
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“Eh jongos today cook what?”
“My name is Marsih, Miss –“
“Emang I care whose name you are??”
“.....”
“What cooking is there to eat a little malem?!”
“You can see it later if dinner time has arrived, Miss.”
“Songong really you jongos! Just call it food what aja.”
“Some of them western food, Miss.”
“Continue you think I don't understand western food?!...”
“Not so, Miss –“
“Alah! Already! Now ready to drink the same snacks for me with my mother and immediately bring to the room!”
“Good, Miss. But after I deliver Mr. Putra's coffee. Miss please just wait in the room.”
“Copy .... make her husband Girl? ...”
“Iya, Miss ...”
‘Wah ulam beloved shoots also arrived!...’
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“Sini! let me make it in.”
“It's okay to let me, because it's my job.”
“I told you I made it! I aduin you are as brazen as me to Girl and her husband fired you!”
“But –“
“Awas! Or would you like me to flush with hot aer?!”
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“My made coffee is definitely better than made by jongos ...”
“I believe, Miss. Come, let me deliver coffee Mr. Putra –“
“Enak! Let me just run. Ntar if her husband Girl says my coffee is good, you snobs – ngaku coffee made you again??? –“
“Astagfirullah ..”
“Where is my handsome sister's husband?! –“
“In the main workspace, Miss. Second floor, near the lounge on that floor ...”
“Oh yes I know. Bye hush! I'm the anter of this coffee to her husband Girl!”
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‘Smells more like foliage than spices (The aroma is more to the foliage than spices – spices )’
Is the Son who is satin while sniffing the scent of liquid in the cup of the former Girl he brought along from his room and Girl.
‘It’s really more taste like foliage marinade than seasoning tea (It's more like soaking foliage than spice tea )’
Where the Son continued to bathe, in he was finding out about the drink which the Girl said was the spice tea.
‘I remember I’ve tried a lot of food and drinks with these types of spices .... But I think I never taste spice like this. And there’s no stock of this tea in the kitchen storage ... kind of suspicious (I remember I have tried many foods and drinks that have a spice flavor in them .... But I never felt anything like this. And there is no such supply of tea in the kitchen storage cabinet ... suspicious ) ...’
The Son's brain is still spinning around the drink that Girl said was spice tea, which is only a little left in her used cup. But Putra can still use to detect with him who remembers – remember about the various types of spices that he knows, he said, where among all these - - not the Son of taste ever found its aroma from the spice tea that the Girl had drunk.
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The son rests himself on the back of the work chair which he sits in silence.
Staring at the nanar in the cup of the former Girl who was the Son holding on the table as he moved slowly while the Son thought alone.
‘Where I put that? (Where did I put it, huh? )’
The son then asked himself in his heart, when he remembered an object.
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The son who remembered an object related to the drink that the girl had drunk and made him curious because he did not find the drink in the villa kitchen, as well as not being able to conclude with certainty what kind of spice is contained in the drink that Girl said as the spice tea - - Son so have his own speculation.
‘Maybe that two ladies don’t have any motive to harm Girl, since if something bad happened to her, More, then both of them are not getting anything if they want to get some money from Girl (Maybe the two women have no motive to harm Girl, she said, because if something bad happens to him, then the two people will not get anything if they intend to get money from Girl )..’
The speculation that the Son sparked as he glanced towards his right. Where there is a desk drawer there, and want Putra open.
And Putra has also lowered his body to open and check one of the drawers of the work table whose handle has been held by the Son.
Gts .... Gts ....
But what the Son wanted to do, he stopped spontaneously.
When the sound of knocking on the door of the study room where he was was in was heard.
“Ma - - -“
“Excuse ...“
The son had just wanted to let in to the person who knocked on the door of the den where he was now, what Putra thought was Mother Marsih who previously asked Putra to make him a cup of coffee and bring him to the main workspace, where the Son is now.
“What do you want?!“ But it is not Mother Marsih in fact who appeared before the Son, to make the Son cry out dislike to the person who entered the main workspace before the Son finished inviting ---in addition to the Son spontaneously resolved. ‘Basic has no ethics! ...’
The son cursed a woman who entered in quite open clothes on top of it, who from the beginning saw his presence in his private room and Girl, Son was antipathy to him.
“Don't be rude, Aging ... I just want anther coffee for Mr....“
Instead of – being afraid of the unhappy Son, the woman who is Madya— just went deeper into the main workspace and replied in a spoiled snobs.
“I don't drink from just anyone and I have Mother Marsih make and bring her here. Not you!“
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“Yes, Mr. .. I am his family Girl. And I guarantee you, you must like my homemade coffee .. addicted even later ..”
Still Madya did not care about the dislike that Putra showed him clearly at this time.
“Tsk.”
The son then clucked.
“Put it on that table and go.”
Then speak while giving orders to Madya with a sharp.
But Madya is so stubborn. Besides being wrapped in high confidence to tempt the Son. Because of the clothes he was wearing now, Madya was sure to shake the attitude of arrogance of the Son to him.
So Madya with confidence, even continued her steps to approach the Son who was still sitting on the main desk chair.
“Tuan Putra try first, later if you feel good I bring the coffee again. But I'm sure Master would have liked ..”
While Madya spoke in a spoiled tone of voice that – made, and her body that she made walking bent so that half of her chest that was quite exposed was swaying seductively and Madea was sure Putra would gulp her saliva.
“Shut up at your place!” Making the Son unable to bear.
Not unable to bear being tempted, but unable to bear the disgust of Madya and planning to drag her out of the main workspace.
Madya smiled meaningfully because she felt the Son watching her, besides her step-sister husband already seemed to be standing from his seat, where this time she obeyed the Son's words and he stopped his steps.
‘Surely he will come to me, because he can't stand my body.’
Madya sat in confidence, while throwing a knotty smile that Madya thought was enough to tempt the Son with a tray with a coffee cup on it.
While Madya stood up slightly puffed up, until his chest looked pongah--as if it was deliberately installed to be touched.
‘Look at me, her handsome husband this girl definitely could not bear to touch me which was obviously more tempting than his wife. Hihi.’
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‘I'm really sick of seeing it.’
The son who was about to stand was made up after he noticed the motion – Madya.
It felt impatient to drag Madya out of the study where Putra was now.
Tuk.
But when Putra nudged the cup of the former Girl who was nearby, Putra stopped standing.
Something in his brain. While Putra continued to open one of the drawers of the work table and saw if the object he had been looking for was there.
“Bring here then,” said Putra later, while removing objects that are shaped like chopsticks and made of silver, then he put them next to the cup of the former Girl.
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The son positioned himself sitting by crossing his eyes at Madya which of course became visible sumringah after hearing the speech of the Son who told him to serve coffee that he brought directly to the Son.
Because to Madhya, the speech of the Son who told him to give the coffee he brought directly to the Son-sounds as an invitation to Madya. Where does the woman think, if the Son must have been tempted by her. And of course Madya wouldn't have wasted it.
Madya then returned to running the action by stepping to further tempt the Son. Placing the cup on the table in front of the Son by slightly pushing his body until his chest so close to the face of the Son. But not one bit Son glanced at him.
The attention of the Son is more to the cup containing coffee that has just been placed Madya where the woman also speaks, “Try first, if there is less ...” said Madya half whispered.
While Madya moves sensual pretentious and attaches herself sideways to Putra, where by gently holding the shoulder of the Son that Madya rubbed – swab so slowly and sensually and then seemed to embrace the shoulder of the Son that Madya gave massage as well.
The son clenched his hand.
Not holding back from touching Madya's chest.
But the Son was already furious with the behavior of this woman who was with him, whom the Son considered so cheap.
But for the sake of making sure of something, the Son held back his rage first.
After briefly glancing at the motion of – Madya with the tail of his eyes, Putra again looked at the cup containing coffee that had not long been placed on the table right in front of the Son.
‘Good! After she drinks it, she will fall into my arms and will touch me then this girl's husband will definitely be mine! Then I'll keep him touching me until I'm pregnant with his child and the girl is kicked from here!..’
Madya sat up with a grin in her place, when the Son was holding a cup containing coffee that he brought.
“Do I need to help you to drink it, Sir?.” Madya increasingly launched the action with a more courageous attitude, with her self-defeating who then leaned against her chest on the work table beside the Son.
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“Heh.”
“How, Sir? ..” Madya spoke, after Putra muttered very faintly with tilted backs.
“I helped Tuan drink it, Yes?.”
Madya spoke again in a sensual tone that – made.
Then his hand was about to grab the cup that the Son was holding and one other hand he swiped his palm onto the one hand the Son was sticking to the table.
Madya increasingly smiled as her hand that was about to reach the cup of the Son was directly grabbed and held by the Son. And Madya, who felt that the plan would work, now stuck her chest in one of the arms of the Son.
With his face, the Madhya also began to approach the Son. But not yet made Madya move further, “ARGHH!”
The screeching of Madya sounded.
With the face of the half-sister the girl looked in pain.
“CHEAP WOMAN!” The next moment the Son cried out loud, and.
A SPLASH!
Hot coffee in the cup that Putra held, he poured into Madya's face quickly.
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To be continue ...