Wife Saving Young Master Arvin
31: Beef of Bourguignon

"Is it still long? My stomach has begun to rumble," said Arvin without distracting him from the television that was showing a case of news that presents brawls between schools.

"Are you hungry?" reply Ashera. 

Whether there is a wind then what, Arvin who usually judges with all the orders and words that are so hurtful, suddenly just a little calm, until there is no more snapping in the house, Ashera can only behave as usual. 

Although somewhat unable to accept that the man who was busy watching television was the one who managed to seize his purity. 

‘How could he still be that calm? I hate this, but what else?  My mouth kept demanding that she take responsibility for me, but it was her turn to be willing to marry me that I felt regret. It must be the Madam and Madam, considering me as someone who does not know myself, because I look to use her children and grandchildren. 

Though I am the victim of this, but why do I feel guilty like this?’ Thought Ashera in the middle of her was currently cooking. 

Not long after Arvin asked if it was finished or not, Ashera finally finished cooking, and served it on the dining table. 

"I'm done cooking, Mr.” Tell Ashera, feeling a little uncomfortable because he called young people of his age with the word Young Master, because he had only served his employer, his grandmother Arvin only. 

“You're melting too, what the hell are you cooking ha? I wish you could cook better than warteg.” Cibir Arvin, regardless of the feelings of Ashera who already felt humiliated. 

Though the cuisine, of course, will not be inferior to five-star restaurants. 

“Then, is Beef Bourguignon the food equivalent of warteg food?” Ashera said, while cleaning the cooking equipment. 

Arvin who had just approached the dining table, his eyes opened wide when he was served food from France. ‘This-is how it looks why is it the same as what I once ate at my grandmother's restaurant?’ Thought Arvin, seeing the breakfast in the morning was already so heavy. Well, for Arvin he doesn't mind it as long as his stomach is full, but the question is, when Arvin takes a little bit of that meat, for him it's too good. “Did you add opium here too?” point Arvin indiscriminately. 

“What?” Surprised Ashera by the unfounded accusations. “Indeed I have the courage to put that illicit item into your food?” Ashera felt he did not accept the accusation. 

“And I just asked, why is your expression directly like a grandmother attached? You're ugly, but don't make that expression too.” Arvin's circus, adds the burden of Arvin's insults to his own wife. 

“ Ashera who is self-conscious about his position will never be considered good, choose silence, because he will respond with any words, whatever it is, at the ends of Arvin's mouth it will bring out the can to him. 

Ashera where willing to continue discussing this and that issue, and at the end of it exactly, in the end Ashera continues to be associated with the topic of conversation itself. 

‘Is he no more spicy word?’ Ashera just kept quiet while washing dishes, bowls, pans, knives, and everything else. 

‘Not exciting, have a helper but immediately lash so.’ mind heart Arvin. But back again he looked towards the French food. Because it looks attractive, Ashera jam is busy washing, Arvin also had time to position the cutlery and food in the right position, then for a moment Arvin immediately took a picture of it, Arvin said, and post it on IG and some other social media, just to show off. ‘Lumayan too, without the need to go to a restaurant, I can eat this food without the need to reserve. It feels the same, so I think he is in the most useful position.’ 

With his hidden plan, Arvin silently smiled his own smile, and hurriedly kept his cell phone inside his school blazer. 

“You're not in school, are you?”

Arvin already knows, because of the problems that were yesterday, Ashera also get a suspension, without you any additional. Although the look of Ashera's face is so sad because it can not be school, Arvin just assumed that Ashera must be sorry for having done something that Ashera should not have done. 

Not stealing, but about assault, until fighting in class, it's the same as tarnishing the good name of the family from Ravarden, because Ashera can enter the same school as the school that Arvin occupied, it was all because of my grandmother. 

Eating it, Arvin also deliberately told the teacher BK to make the child in front of him was sentenced to a suspension only for the next few days, and more than a week as well. In order for Arvin to also give Ashera the punishment that is appropriate to do, after making the opportunity given by his grandmother is something that must be considered first. 

“Do you finally regret it?”

“About what?”

“Stolen, maybe?” While eating one piece of beef. ‘Crazy, it's tender. I think he should make all the food for me,’

Then suddenly the flash of his memory was even in relation to the cushion that his hand felt when touching a pair of assets belonging to Ashera trapped in the white shirt, a clean white T-shirt that actually shows the blue da lam clothes that are being used by Ashera.

‘What he does not think, he should wear a tanktop, if it does not have the right color with his t-shirt. Or maybe he was deliberately dressed like that to tease me?’  But Arvin just said it in silence, because he prefers to enjoy all the food that goes into his mouth.

Quickly, Arvin devoured one, two, three mouthfuls of his flesh so voraciously. 

"Yes, I realize stealing is not good."

"Is that all you understand?"

"What else do I need to understand?"

"You'll be violent to them too." having said that, Ashera accidentally, dropped the plate.

PRANGS...

"Ashera, it's an expensive plate, can you replace it?" One mouthful that Arvin did not put in his mouth also resulted in a warning to Ashera who had just made a mistake by dirtying the floor, with the expensive plate fragments.

"Sorry."

His voice is so soft, actually makes Arvin annoyed, because Ashera is so timid and always makes mistakes. "It costs 600 grand, replace it." Arvin's Imbuh.

'Doesn't he even believe it? Yes, any rich person might believe in a poor person like me. I want my mouth to come out, there is no point in explaining it anymore.

But- Actually why is my head spinning? Though I have eaten medicine, but this sucks, when soon there will be a repetition, I have not learned, and my head kept dizzy from yesterday. Why can't my life be peaceful in the least? What exactly am I wrong?'