THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
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Richard smiled to himself in front of his laptop.

He was observing his wife's behavior on a cctv.

Nawang seemed to be busy with the story with great enthusiasm on the prapti in the kitchen while busy slicing something.

The woman's hands move actively in rhythm with her facial expression that is sometimes serious, sometimes looks irritated, sometimes laughs with mbak Prapti, even was used to point the finger using a knife that is held all.

Mbak Prapti seems to be a better listener.

Richard now focused on the clothes Nawang wore.

Red knee-length pants with soft pink cheongsam collared shirt.

Richard smiled in embarrassment. It is certain the reason the woman wears a shirt that has a collar.

Especially if it is not for covering the kissmark of her lip skills on the neck of the woman's side. His work last night.

Richard chuckled to himself realizing the results of his curliness.

Nawang's hair pigtailed makes the pigtails sway to the right and to the left if Nawang looks excited in expression when telling stories. How adorable.

On a whim, Richard called Nawang while staring at the screen in front of him.

"Assalamualaikum.." Nawang's voice immediately picked up the phone on the first ring.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, darling. What else?" richard asked with a smile at Nawang's expression that looked happy.

"Lagi gossiped with Prapti" replied Nawang while staring at the mbak Prapti who seemed to be smiling.

"Who's gossip?" asked Richard in a curious tone.

Nawang was walking towards the refrigerator and then pouring drinking water on the refrigerator door.

Richard could hear Nawang drinking.

"Many of which I'm positive." replied Nawang after he finished drinking.

"Until the thirst, do you gossip? One glass directly toilet." ledek Richard made Nawang surprised.

"Do you know that I'm drinking again?" tanya Nawang astonished.

"You're wearing whatever clothes I know" Richard said with a soft laugh.

"The other is also free" Nawang said while sneering.

The woman seemed to scoop something in the frying pan that had become the arena mbak Prapti worked and gave a thumbs up on mbak Prapti.

Cook what the hell?

"You're wearing red knee-length pants and a soft pink top. So cute. I love it." praise Richard gnashy.

"Waaah, there's a cctv like in the kitchen. Where the hell did you put it, Mas cctv?" nawang asked as he spread his gaze across the kitchen sky.?

"Secret dong." replied Richard with a laugh.

"Great nyebelin!" sulek Nawang while sitting back in the dining chair.

He put his head tilted, until the position of the phone is above his ears.

"The call was his real position. Don't sleep at the dinner table." Richard scolded me.

"In a moment I even want to remove this shirt" said Nawang still stick with his position earlier.

Nawang was curious, Richard actually monitored it via cctv or guess what.

But if you guess, how can it fit and really.

"Well, if you do it outside the room. I go straight home and you'll I'll lock up in a room a week together with me. Can't do anything to me other than make love, shower, pray, eat." threatened Richard with a smile.

Nawang also laughed without making a sound.

"Waaaaah, it's really good like the punishment" said Nawang, laughing with excitement.

Richard to the astonishment.

"Will I go home for lunch?" richard then said.

In addition to its location now close to home, he was curious about what Nawang had cooked just now.

"Yes. What do you want me to do for lunch?" ask Nawang.

"You just cooked. It's delicious ' ' replied Richard.

"I just cooked rendang jengkol. Seriously want? If you want me to save it." asked Nawang seriously.

"No. don't." replied Richard quickly.

Nawang immediately laughed at Richard's reply which was like a frightened person.

"I've guessed which Boss sir wants to eat jengkol. Oseng kates (young papaya) want to?" tawang Nawang's.

"Yes. Want. Same fried tempeh as bandeng huh?" message Richard.

"May." answered Nawang as he walked towards the refrigerator and took out the ingredients Richard wanted to eat.

"Yes already. I'm masakin first. Call me hopefully first. Assalamualaikum mas handsome." pamit Nawang.

"Lunch later plus-plus huh? Wa' alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Richard replied with a smile.

"Eh, there's no plus-plus yes, Mom! It's delicious!" sahut Nawang quickly and Richard rushed to turn off his call because he could not bear to look at the blushing face but the manyun owned by Nawang from his computer screen.

"What else do you want to cook, Mother?" tanya Mbak Prapti after seeing Nawang finished calling ria.

"You know, Mother. Let me cook it. Boss wants to have lunch at home. Ask in masakin oseng kates the same fried tempe and bandeng. Njenengan neruske le reresik omah wae karo nunggu semure jengkol rodo adem. (You just clean the house while waiting for the jengkol stew rather cold)." replied Nawang with a smile.

"O nggih, ready to do Miss Boss" said Mbak Prapti while saluting and laughing.

Nawang just laughed to respond.

Mbak Prapti is a few years older than Nawang. Probably with bude Darmi.

One-child widow who is now in the eleventh grade of SMK.

From the story of Mbak Prapti also Nawang know that Richard helped the family life of mbak Prapti.

Mbak Prapti said that Richard paid the school fees for Damar, his son.

Nawang has only met a few times and only a glimpse of Damar when dropping off or picking up Mbak Prapti to the house.

The child's carrying looks polite and seems jolly like Darren.

"The jengkolnya can be packed now, Ma'am. Get cold." said Mbak Prapti.

He finished mopping and wiping all the contents of the house and rushed back to the kitchen to finish his business with Nawang.

"Yes packed. Mumpung Pak Boss hasn't come home yet. The Ojek is half an hour away." said Nawang.

Mbak Prapti rushed to do packing. Put the jengkol-jengkol it into a plastic clip, weigh it, then put it into a food paper that already has screen printing the name PAWON mbak eN.

There is a lot to pack today. But Mbak Prapti was happy with his task. Because he also got new income again.

Richard's car came when the taxi that would deliver the jengkol was still parked in front of the gate with Prapti's smiling mbak towards Richard.

"What snack, Ma'am?" richard asked idly as Prapti entered with a white crackle in his hand.

"Es camcao (green chirp), Mas." answered Prapti while rushing to get three glasses to move the snacks.

"I didn't get the ration?" asked Richard while staring at the ice camcao.

He unconsciously swallowed his saliva looking at the fresh look of the ice.

The white of coconut milk is thick, the brown of brown sugar caramel, the green of camcao, and the red of pearls among small ice cubes. It is so fresh when enjoyed on this hot day.

"It sure can dong, Mas. Mr. Boss's figure is not rationed. Can be forced to resign later me." as long as Prapti made Richard laugh.

"Ngerti resigned the goods to, Ma'am. Sing ngajari sopo? Miss Boss must. (Do you know how to resign too, Mother? Who taught who? Boss ma'am must be.)" Richard said as he glanced at Nawang who was serving a lunch menu.

Nawang just smiled.

"Monggo, Mommy. Have a good lunch" said Prapti as he placed a large glass of iced camcao in front of Richard.

"Waaaaah, matur nuwun tenan youho, Mbak (thank you really, Ma'am)" said Richard happily.

"Thank you just as much as madam. Who jajan Mbak Nawang kok, Mas. I'm just a cheerleader. Come enjoy it." said Mbak Prapti while laughing.

"Thank you, Honey. Pinter is his snack." said Richard with a smile looking at Nawang who was flicking his lips.

"Alhamdulillah I have pinter snack." said Nawang while chuckling.

Richard smiled happily.

"Mbak Prapti let's eat all together." take Nawang as he moved to sit next to Richard who had rolled his shirt arm up to the top of his elbow and started sipping ice in front of him.

"Ahhhhhh...segaaaar." said Richard who made Nawang goosebumps to hear it.

Why does it sound like de sa han? Hadeeeeee.

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