Young Miss Assistant
Bolu Cake
It looks like a bustle of urban bustle from the large glass windows in an office room. The hand of a young man began to palpate with a feeling of despair.
"Master!?" there was the sound of a young man behind him.
"Who is he really!?" ask the young man.
"There's nothing special about his background. She was adopted from an orphanage, then brought to Singapore by her foster parents. He grew up and attended school until he earned a master's degree. That's all the information I got. I don't think he's an important or influential person" Ken (assistant Daniel) exhaled a rough breath.
"Not someone important!? Such people are the ones to be most suspicious of. What's the point here!? Why be willing to be an assistant as well as a husband pretending from Jeny. With title, ability, and apparently should not want Jeny," Daniel felt the window glass that was fixed directly on the sky.
"The one who works for Ren!?" he continued to think about Nana's words.
"Who's Ren!?" Ken knitted his forehead.
"People that Jeny loved, most likely Farel was his man. Keep an eye out and investigate the people close to Farel!!" Daniel exhaled a rough breath, dealing with an unknown person still alive or already dead was quite troublesome for him.
"Yes sir..." Ken looked down saluted, passed away.
"Damn!!" he said, remembering Farel's sickening face.
***
Today was quite thrilling for Nana, the woman was draining her cash again, because it had been waiting for months without success. One confidant he sent.
A man who looks innocent, smart, and looks like a good man. Another necessary creteria, greedy with money.
"Get company with the person next door, make him your best friend," Nana scrunched her forehead.
"Well.." said Key, raising his hand, with twinkling eyes.
"So it was," Nana exhaled a rough breath.
"Hire the living room for a meeting with me, wasted time for discussion, two glasses of cold water on the table. I give you a big discount, Soekarno-Hatta (one hundred thousand coins)," Key still faithfully put his hand out.
"Deposit money is already over a million, isn't that enough!?" ask Nana grumpily.
"It's paid separately..." Key smiled wryly, reaching for his cold white water.
"Pattimura (one thousand rupiah notes) accept or reject!? If you refuse the assignment, return my deposit..." Nana raised her hand.
The young man's face immediately pale, after several months of being the target of his blackmail, it turns out that Nana has learned enough.
"Pattimura!!" Key raised the intonation of his voice, taking the money to depict a national hero in Nana's hands."Peel.." he said.
"Matre.." replied Nana sneering.
***
The strategy began to run, with a smile Key came to the house next door carrying a box of sponge cake. Made by him.
Tok.shock.
The door was opened, a beautiful young man, wearing an apron, with a broomstick in his hand and a headset attached next to his ear.
"Include me, I'm Key next door. I brought you sponge cake, to get along. Sorry, you guys moved here for months I just had a visit," he said with a smile.
"Bolu!? There's nothing strange inside!?" farel asked cautiously, considering that he had been poisoned by Renata.
Key laughed awkwardly, crazy man why.
"There is wheat flour, sugar, eggs, baking soda, and chocolate messes as the toppings," Key resisted his wrath.
Curiously, Farel picked up a knife. Cut the sponge cake in front of the house, without letting his guests in, "Eat!!" he said he was still suspicious.
"This is real sponge!!" said Key with his mouth full of sponge cake.
"Truly original, thank you..." Farel closed the door, brought the cake.
"Ke .. Why is the door closed!? Wooi open!!" yelled Key from outside, banging on the door tightly.
Not long after the door opened, "What's up!?" farel asked with a face full of friendly smiles.
"Don't you want to introduce yourself!?" Key clenched his forehead.
"You faggot!? Or have a tendency to dislike women!?" Farel asked again with a smile.
What kind of question is this!? Is he a faggot!? O Lord, strengthen the servant from disgust at this madman, for the money of 1,401,000 rupiah.
"I'm a normal guy" Key still faithfully smiled.
"If you're normal, don't get close!!" Farel snapped in annoyance, slamming the door in front of Key.
"Ja..so he's really gay!? Sword against sword!?" the young man's face immediately pias thought the young man who closed the door had a distorted tendency.
Meanwhile, Farel clenched his forehead, taking out a knife.
"He's not a homo means he has another magsud. Approaching my wife with sponge cake!? I'll finish him!!" Farel looked annoyed, poked sponge cake on the table, then ate it a little, "Sial turned out to be delicious.." he said still upset.
Farel opened the door again, shamelessly, again smiling sincerely."Come in, we'll be familiar neighbors, as long as you tell me the recipe,"
Miss's birthday is soon, I will make a sponge cake replacement of this sponge recipe.
Mom, for the cash of 1,401,000 I will face this sexual faggot, this shame. Because money is happy, because money is miserable... Key exhaled a violent breath of fear.
***
Meanwhile, smiling Jeny enters a boutique to buy a dress. One by one the dress was chosen, not realizing the arrival of a celebrity whose name had skyrocketed again.
"A cheap woman, satisfied to ruin my life!?" his tan gripped tightly onto Jeny's arm..
"It hurts!! What's up!? Don't bother me!! You better go home and serve your dear Daniel..." Jeny exhaled a rough breath.
"Daniel dumped me because of you!! Basic cheesy!! Widow who cheated and got pregnant out of wedlock...!!" Renata, pulling Jeny's hair full of emotion.
How big is the limit of one's patience!? Everyone must have different patience limits, as well as Jeny who has exhausted the limits of patience. Renata's hand was gripped, until the woman screamed to release Jeny's hair. With one slam dropped the sexy woman's body to fall on the floor. Some employees and boutique visitors who are mostly women are reluctant to divorce the quarrel.
Even a silent whisper was unsure of Renata's face that had just restored her good name that was damaged by a scandal with a film director.
The woman who was still holding onto her sore waist as a result of being slammed, slowly started to rise. Covering his face with a handbag before any visitors are sure if he is Renata.
Run quickly out of the boutique. Jeny exhaled a rough breath back choosing clothes. Not realizing someone's foul wits.
An irritated Renata, went towards the back door of the boutique. Meet one of his employees by giving cash that is about two million rupiah. Whisper something to the employee.
***
One by one the clothes were tried by Jeny. The bag was placed near the locker room. An employee's fingers put a scarf of non-cheap value in a small bag.
A few tens of minutes passed, Jeny came out of the dressing room carrying two dresses that she was about to buy. Walk slowly towards the cashier table.
"This is all." he said.
"Wait a minute" the cashier began to calculate the price of the goods. Then wrap it put in a paper bag.
"The total, 2,853,000," the cashier continued.
Jeny paid with her credit card, then picked up a paper bag about to walk out. However, as it passed through the detector machine, a loud noise was heard. A sign of the woman carrying unpaid items.
"Wait on!! Go get all your bags!! Security!!" call the cashier.
"I took nothing!!" Jeny dropped all the luggage.
A well-built man standing guard in front of the boutique came searching the contents of the woman's bag. And sure enough a scarf was found.
"Pretty-beautiful thief, it turns out people can not be judged from the looks of it," one of the visitors sneered.
"That's the woman who was fighting with someone who looks like Renata's artist right!? People like Renata say she is a widow who is pregnant because of infidelity. Maybe economic demands.." Other visitors sneered.
"A rich bitch" one of the boutique employees took part in insulting.
The sneers by the sneers from the mouth of the trash were heard by Jeny. The woman was silent and did not know how to say.
"I'm not stealing ..." It was the only defense that came out of his mouth. A widow who became pregnant as a result of an affair? It's been through, and it's the truth. No defense of that. Stealing, though? He was still quite able to meet the needs of her and her son. After all, how could life be just by stealing a scarf, it was a joke.
"Follow me to the police station. We proved it there!!" the security forcefully pulled out Jeny, who could only be bowed to listen to more sneers from the few people watching.
"If you can't buy, don't be stylish!!" the cashier spoke in a high tone.
***
The woman was subdued in silence at the police station, had no protection or influence to release her from the charges.
"How do you steal...!?" ask the police officer with the computer in front of him. Start typing about a fairly mild case of theft.
"Wait on!! Please call my husband." said Jeny with trembling hands, assuming Farel's arrival may not be able to help but be able to calm him down.
***
The smell of sponge cake wafted, a young man smiled proud of the results of his cooking, "Thank you.." he told Key.
"I.iya," Key is currently still nervous about thinking Farel is a sexual homo.
"Now go!!" throw Farel out with a smile.
"Go!?" Key clenched his forehead.
"True, the sugar cane that has been squeezed must be discarded. Besides you have to go home soon, before my dear wife comes." she still smiled brightly.
"Ta. but we should be friends," Key still with the plan does not want to refund Nana's deposit.
"Go!! Before my wife gets home!!" Farel pulled Key out, then pushed him.
"Good neighbor, thanks for the sponge cake and the recipe. Next time never visit again!!" farel continued, closing the door violently.
"Damn!! 1.401.000!! I won't give up!!" Key yelled still slumped on the porch.
***
The ringing of Farel's phone rang, the young man clenched his forehead staring at an unfamiliar number. Slowly lifted.
The voice of the police officer explained the situation to Jeny. Farel frowned, annoyed.
"I'll be there soon." The last words came out of his mouth, before closing his phone. His smiling expression was no longer visible.
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