(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile
Section 18
Early in the morning Cempaka had cleaned himself up, having slept almost all night on the sofa due to Eva's orders.
"It hurts all my body" complained Cempaka as he descended the stairs to the first floor. As was the custom in his home first, early in the morning he would prepare breakfast.
"God! I forgot to cover this," she screeched as she looked at the reflection of the red patches on her neck on the mirror. He pulls the shirt collar up and covers it as much as possible.
"Miss! What are you doing here?" tegur Yudi was so surprised to see Cempaka.
"Sir, are you not resting? Why are you in the kitchen?" Not answering, Cempaka actually asked other questions.
"God! Of course I have to prepare breakfast for everyone, Miss. You better not be here because master can be angry with us," protested Yudi anxiously.
"I want to cook, or help you. Take it easy, if you're angry I'll take responsibility." Cempaka smiled, approaching Yudi who was holding onions.
"What's the condition, sir? Has the fever gone down?" yudi asked slightly shifted to make room for the woman.
"Well, it's better than last night. I gave him my fever medicine," said Cempaka without sin.
Yudi was astonished, Caesar's lifetime never swallowed any pills other than the ones his personal doctor gave him.
I hope you're okay.
According to the instructions of Yudi, Cempaka learned to make Caesar's favorite food. The middle-aged man silently smiled, seeing how persistent he was to learn all that his husband liked and disliked.
For a long time the master wanted his wife to cook for him.
She muttered inwardly, noticing Cempaka who was too young to be a second wife. Their age is far away, may Caesar love him.
"Sir, check it out. Does it suit your taste?" Cempaka asked for an assessment.
Yudi approached, looking and feeling the cuisine made by Cempaka. He smiled with satisfaction, the woman learned so quickly.
"It fits. You're great, miss," praise Yudi no reluctance.
"really?" Cempaka.
He helped arrange the food on the table, arranging it with the servants. Cempaka glanced at the clock on the wall, there was a moment for him to prepare, but he was reluctant to return to the room because Eva was there.
Cempaka decided to go to the backyard, approaching the gardener who was arranging the garden.
"Uncle, can I help? I just want to keep the plants," said Cempaka not shy.
"No need, Miss. You just sit there, let me finish this job," the man refused to make Cempaka's lips frown.
"I'd be bored if I just kept watching, just a little, Uncle." Cempaka took a water hose and started spraying it on the plants. Whatever he did, if it could expel the saturation in his heart.
Caesar opened his eyes, looking for the figure of Cempaka in his room. However, only Eva found him. The man clucked, rising from sleep complaining.
"My head is a little dizzy." He looked at his body. "Who wears me clothes? Is he or Eva?" Caesar mutters.
"Mm .. of course I am, baby. Who else? He doesn't care about you at all. Why are you waking up so fast?" Eva's raucous voice answered confidently.
He sat up, stretched out both hands while yawning wide. Smiling looked at Caesar who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Eva approached, hugging the man from behind. The rest of the fever last night was still felt on his skin.
"How are you doing? Is it better?" ask her with a spoiled voice made up.
"When have you been here? Aren't you back when I came home last night?" ask Caesar who quite hit Eva's heart.
He was stunned for a moment, but then smiled back, even his embrace getting tighter at the man's waist.
"I was waiting for you in the room, but you didn't come. I decided to come here to check, you had a fever last night. The woman just kept quiet and didn't tell me." He sulked spoiled, cornered Cempaka.
Caesar doesn't remember anything, the last time he did was soak with Cempaka after the battle.
"Go back to your room. I wanted to clean myself up" Caesar said, taking off Eva's hand circles and going into the bathroom.
Eva moved, it was common for Caesar to do after a fever. He went back to his room to clean up as well. In his place, Cempaka thought of waking them up.
He left the backyard, peeking at his own room before entering to make sure Eva was not there. Cempaka glanced at the bathroom where Caesar was cleaning himself.
"Master! You've been better?" The question was spontaneously thrown from the oral Cempaka as soon as the bathroom door opened.
Caesar scanned Cempaka's appearance, there was nothing he said but nodding his head.
"Are you going to the office? Or at home to rest?" Cempaka again asked, he still flinching even though Caesar came closer.
"There is no time for me to rest" said the man a little cold, but it sounded pitiful in Cempaka's ears.
The woman immediately opened the closet, in her room was available Caesar's clothes although not as much as in Eva's room.
"Sorry, Sir. If possible advice, you should just rest at home for today. Health is much more important than anything," said Cempaka after examining Caesar's body temperature which still feels bland.
"I have to make some money, Cempaka." He was wearing the shirt Cempaka gave him.
There are two wives that I have to fulfill their needs. Caesar continued his sentence in his heart. She had already acknowledged Cempaka as a wife even though it was only in her heart.
Cempaka smiled, approaching towards Caesar while carrying a tie in hand. He helped the man wear his tie.
"Money is very easy to find, but health will be difficult for us to regain when we are sick. It's best to just take a break a day, don't you have an assistant who can replace your job?" said Cempaka while tidying the neck of the tie around her husband's neck.
A job that has been commonly done by Yudi. Caesar was stunned, then turned to look at the mirror. His heart warmed to see the results of the Cempaka winding on the neck. The woman was speechless when Caesar did not hear her.
"You're not having breakfast?" caesar asked when he arrived at the doorway, and Cempaka was still in his place.
"I'll follow, sir. I want to clean myself up first" replied Cempaka letting Caesar out first.
"I hope you're always okay, sir. Provided health and safety." Cempaka turned to go into the bathroom.
"Aamiin's." Caesar muttered silently, he was still at the door when Cempaka prayed for him. Caesar's smile rose much better, following his two legs swinging down the stairs.
"After, baby!" Eva greeted him with a kiss. The two headed towards the dining room. The servants are quick to serve, doing their duty perfectly.
Yudi bowed, whispering in the master's ear.
"It's all Miss who cooked it, sir." He re-enforced the body not hoping Caesar would respond.
The man was stunned, looking at the expanse of food available on the dining table. Suddenly his appetite rose, he wanted to taste everything.
