Bidadari Special

Chapter 38

Clarissa sat on the sofa of her fiance's living room with a chaotic feeling.

"Ma! Is it possible that Satya is interested in the nanny?" clarissa asked with teary eyes.

"Darling!" suddenly, Diana's mother embraced her future daughter-in-law. "Don't think shit. Satya is a good boy. Aunty alone he was carrying when he fell, Mba Ira also once he appeared when slipping on the stairs. So naturally, if he helped Hilya, who almost fell before her eyes. So, you don't think of anything!"

Clarissa began to think of an explanation from Diana's mother. And tried to dismiss his jealousy towards Hilya who no longer reasoned.

"Now, go to Satya's room! You solve your emotional problems with your fiancee! Go, sana!" mother Diana's advice to her future son-in-law with a smile.

Eventually Clarissa climbed the stairs to her room.

He opened the room of the man whose door was unlocked. And at once he hugged from behind the man who was standing in front of the mirror wearing a shirt.

"Darling! I was jealous when you hit that nanny! But then I realized that my jealousy was unwarranted. Mama explained that you are a good mama's son. Aunty have you ever carried, Mother Ira also you ever bopong. So it's only natural that you were nailing that nanny, right?"

"Hmmm!" Satya is thin when listening to the expression of her lover.

"At the same time she's just a babysitter. So, how could my future husband be interested in a nanny? Yeah, right, baby?"

"Hmmm!" Satya smiled back.

"Darling, why the hell, have you been so hard on me lately?" clarissa asked then, still struggling to embrace her fiance's body.

"I'm busy!"

"Even though you were busy, you always had time for me!"

"mmm... Yes, from tomorrow I try to pay more attention to you!"

"Promise!" said the girl by raising her little finger in front of Satya.

"Yes, I'm working on it!" satya answered by fusing her little finger with Clarissa's pinkie. "Now let's get off! We're having dinner!" invite Satya then by embracing the affection of her lover.

They both came down from the second floor of the house.

Satya's left hand was clutching Clarissa's waist, and Clarissa's left hand was clutching Satya's circular hand at her waist.

Diana's mother, who saw her son's affection, began to spread a smile.

The woman who had prepared at the dinner table seemed to welcome her son and future daughter-in-law with a happy face.

"Mama's happy to see you guys like this. Mama was in a hurry to inaugurate it. And don't forget to immediately love your grandchildren, after you're married!" mother Diana said as Satya and Clarissa began to pull up chairs to sit at the dinner table.

"Sister Hilya, I want to be bribed brother!" clara's whining to Hilya who was also in the room helped the aunt prepare the food.

"Clara's a great kid! I can eat by myself!" sahut Hilya gently rubbed Clara's head, leaving the girl for dinner with her family.

Satya noticed Hilya leaving the dining table. Hilya's face looked withered, her eyes were also sad, as if she had a deep wound in her heart.

The woman walked quickly to the kitchen. He began to tidy up the items scattered in the kitchen, and began to wash them in the sink.

Not feeling her tears. I don't know what she feels, but it looks like this beautiful woman has a million disappointments in her life.

"I want to get out of this house, O God!" he said softly by wiping his tears.

"Sir Hilya! Sister Hilya! Called Mother!" exclaim mbak Ira this maid, who just came, an hour ago.

"Yes, Mommy!" answer Hilya.

"Let me do it in the kitchen, just take care of Non Clara, looks like the kid's fussy!" mbak Ira said by replacing the position of Hilya washing dirty containers in front of the sink.

Hilya immediately walked to the dining room of the Great Wijaya family.

"Good, Mom!"

Hilya nodded as she approached Clara, and sat down next to Clara, who was right in front of Satya.

It was seen Satya again noticed Hilya who was so painstakingly feeding her nephew.

"Nasi fried less!" clara said when Hilya was about to feed the fried rice that was already on her plate.

"Can't be overdone! This used to be spent, after this was exhausted, and Clara was still lacking, only to take it, again!" sahut Hilya soft. "Eat first pray! Not with the devil!" he said softly with a smile.

Clara smiled back at Hilya. He raised both his hands to pray.

Hilya began to feed the spoiled little girl. He really enjoyed his fried rice.

"The fried rice is good, brother!" praise the little girl with a thumbs up.

"Sttt!" hilya said with a smile by touching her lips.

While Satya who had been watching them, a small smile saw the familiarity of Hilya and her nephew.

"Auntie! Aunty!"

Suddenly Mother Dian called Aunt Rum in a loud voice. Make the attention of everyone who was in the dining room was fixed on him.

"Yes, Mommy! What's up?"

As fast as lightning aunty came and faced her master.

"Who is this cooking, Bi? How does it feel different. Not like aunt's cooking."

Suddenly Aunt Rum's eyes flickered. This middle-aged woman, started to glance towards Hilya.

"Sorry, Mother! Hilya Pingin helped auntie cook. So, aunt let. And Hilya's mother cooked all this," the aunt explained with her head lowered.

Hilya lowered her head as her aunt told her employer.

"Ooh! Quickly," said Diana's mother by turning to Hilya. "It tasted better than aunt's. The spices and the seasoning are tasted. I like it, it fits on my tongue! That's why I called my aunt. Let's cook tomorrow like this, don't change the recipe!" obviously Diana's Mother.

"Ooh!"

Instantly the aunt patted her chest, and smiled widely.

"Auntie thinks, I want to be angry with aunt and Sister Hilya," said the aunt later.

"Not Bi!" mother Diana smiled at her aunt and turned to Hilya. "That means aunty has to learn to cook, same Sister Hilya! Let auntie's cooking taste good like this! Yes, there you can go to the kitchen again!"

"Ready, Mom!" aunty replied as she moved out of the room.

And not long after aunt left. There was a commotion at the dinner table.

"Om, don't spend the fried rice! It's mine!" clara shouted, as Satya was about to scoop up the remaining fried rice on the large plate.

"Yes, sorry! It's for Clara!" satya pushed the plate closer to Clara.

The man seemed to be smiling crisply as Hilya unintentionally looked towards him.

"Thank you, yeah! Your cooking, good!" puji Satya's.

Hilya nodded and immediately lowered her head. This woman felt uncomfortable, as Satya praised her in front of her mama and fiancee.

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