The Widower, the Walking Refrigerator (Trusting Widow)
SDKB part 3

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The confusion, upset and anger of Bayu disappear, when. Ada Yiren becomes a savior. Apparently, the woman was right to prove that she had a high IQ. He, it only takes five minutes to interpret all the files that will be made as a percentage. In fact, the woman was explaining. The movement of his lips, his eyes could not be moved at all.

Arka nudging Bayu.

"Absmacked, sir?" ask Arka.

"What, you want me. " Showing his hands under the table.

The focus is back, for. Watching Yiren nearing completion in percentage.

"That's how, in our opinion. Hopefully, our cooperation will continue to work well" Yiren said, ending his duties.

Claps ... Claps ... Clap ...!

The sound of applause for the percentage of women, which was underestimated by some people in the meeting room. Yiren smiled at Arka and Bayu while brandishing his two thumbs. Arka, replying to give her thumbs up as well. Meanwhile, Bayu still maintains his flat face.

'Great Yiren, ' Inner Bayu.

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Viola has been in the shower, already fragrant once he. Then, Yiren prepared a dress for him.

"I can do it myself, Ma."

Take one of his clothes.

"Yes, Mama go down first. If you need anything, call Mama." Yiren kissed the Viola's eyed.

"Huh ...!"

Bayu sighed full of fatigue, and laid his back on the chair then looked throughout the room in white shades.

"Father!" call Viola.

"Dear, come here." Pulling her child's fingers slowly and holding her in her lap.

"Hn, Papa is tired. Mama, Mama. Make us dong juice?" viola said as he looked at Yiren who was from the kitchen.

"No need, the artificial juice he did not feel good" replied Bayu.

"Papa did not need that prestige, even though Papa likes abisin usually," argued Viola.

His son, can't work together.

"Remain sir, my making is not good. I'll make it for Viola and myself, too" Yiren concluded.

"You want your salary, cut?"

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Yiren smiled to himself. When, he remembered the behavior of his master. Yiren was annoyed before getting to know the nature of Bayu, it turns out. Bayu was secretly attentive as well.

Because of this widower, he had forgotten his lover.

Anyway, long distance. It makes him and his partner unable to meet.

Yiren was very happy, when he found the phone from Daren ––lover of his heart.

[Hello, how are you?]

"I'm good, you how are you? It's been a long time without news" Yiren said.

[ Fine,]

A few moments quiet. Yiren, feeling like a stranger while talking to her kekash.

[I want to talk to you seriously.]

Yiren smiled amusedly, he thought it would be a happiness later.

"What, just kqtkan. Why do you doubt so much?" search Yiren.

[I am married.]

"Haha, you are. It's not an aprilmop, baby, don't do it ah. Almost three months without news, then. Say marriage," said Yiren in disbelief.

[ Hello, I'm Syafira. His wife Mas Daren. Mas Daren told me a lot about you. Thank you, for keeping my soul mate, and hopefully you also get a soul mate,] Syafira explained.

Yiren was silent in his place. It hurts to hear this news, here he is waiting. Apparently, his girlfriend is married.

[It's okay, I'd love to meet you. When we go to Indonesia, hopefully we will meet.]

"Well, I'm waiting. See you," Yiren said.

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Yiren cried, and looked at the photos of his safety with Daren for about three years. Yes, yes, no one knows. Long relationship is not necessarily able to mate.

'What's wrong with Yiren, why is he crying so much.'

Bayu stroked his chin, then continued on his way to Yiren. Then, sit next to Yiren.

Bayu's presence is not at all aware of him. He, focus on chatting with the photo.

"Basic whiny," Bayu ceplos.

Yiren kept his phone, and looked to the side.

"Sir, can you be here?" ask Yiren.

"This is my house." Full of arrogance.

Yiren was fooling himself, why would you ask such a ridiculous thing.

"What's up, I don't want ya. My son is suspicious tomorrow, if I make you cry" Bayu said.

"Sir, I'm upset again. I'm in a stay married to my boyfriend," lirih Yiren.

"Lebay, I'm in my wife's dead residence. I used to not wear a cry," replied Bayu.

"IIi, sir. Yes, because the Father is a man when crying," denied Yiren.

Yiren recalled the incident again, making him cry again and did not care until his snot came out too.

"Sir!" yiren exclaimed as she leaned over Bayu's shoulder and continued to cry. Bayu who wants to refuse can not, apparently Yiren does need a backrest.

"Sir, why undress. Sir don't sir," Yiren closed his eyes.

Bayu threw his shirt at Yiren's face.

"Your snot, so disgusting. Wash it quickly," he said.

Yiren still knelt his eyes.

"I, wear a t-shirt inside. Your brain, you can get it too" said Bayu.

"Eh, hehe."

"Hurry wash there," tell Bayu again.

"... But, it's still night sir. Tomorrow, will you?" tawar Yiren's.

"I say now," Bayu replied.

"IIi, another sad person is told to purify everything. Basis––" glanced at Bayu who was like going mad. Yiren immediately ran to wash the clothes.

Bayu smile.

"It's cold too" he said, returning to the house.

Mbo Darmi. When he saw Bayu who was not wearing clothes. Not that his master was fully dressed.

"Why Mbo ?" ask Bayu.

"Where's the shirt going, sir?" ask Mbo Darmi.

"Of course."

While leaving just like that.

"House itself time does not know, there is only this great Master," said Mbo

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