
Soon his finger lentiknya focused on some of the ingredients that are in the process for him to make a favorite food of Rolando Wiratama.
His expertise in cooking can never be doubted, because since childhood the late Mama has taught him many things, including about his life that has not been considered to exist.
But it does not make him insecure because behind the smile he gave to many people there is a wounded heart.
Therefore, when he met Rolando Wiratama, he would teach many things, especially being kind to a father who the boy thought he was ignoring. However, Araela was very sure that her father loved her so much, despite the mistakes she had made.
It took about a few minutes later the cooking he processed with both hands was perfectly cooked, so that the boy could immediately eat it with him greedily.
There was a clang of spoons and forks created by Rolando Wiratama, but it did not apply to him when enjoying a cooked breakfast, instead he enjoyed breakfast with a bite for the sake of–stapu who only use his hands.
This made Rolando stop his chewing while staring at him with a face that was difficult to understand. However, a few seconds later the boy asked about the way he was eating. “You eat every day, is it always like that, Brother?”
He who was stared also stopped chewing, did not forget after drinking water to the toilet, while staring at the cold eyes of the boy with an answer after he told him to go back to spend his breakfast.
“Take your breakfast first, darling! I will answer questions from you later.”
Without refuting the two were again dissolved in each other's minds, while he continued to enjoy his breakfast, regardless of Rolando who continued to look at him.
Finish enjoying breakfast cooked by Araela. Now the two were currently in the living room as Rolando continued to look at him with cold eyes.
But Araela was never one bit afraid of the glare of Rolando's eyes. Because for him nothing can beat the cold gaze of Morgan Gayatri Smith. A person who is valuable to his personal life.
“Don't stare coldly like that at Brother ka–” he hangs a sentence while thinking hard to give understanding to Rolando Wiratama. So that the boy is able to behave as he should.
But Rolando was impatient with the sentence thrown by him was interrupted, by asking about the eating habits he did. “Now Brother answered my question earlier, yes. Why did you eat breakfast like that, sister?”
“Are you curious about personal life, Brother?” which he also got a nod of the head from Rolando Wiratama.
Inhaling such a deep supply of air, not forgetting he exhaled it roughly, and gave an answer that made Rolando even more curious about his personal life. “Honey, anytime ya hear the story story, Brother. However, for the matter of how to eat earlier Brother has been accustomed to doing it since childhood. Are you disgusted, hm?”
“No!” the dense brief clearly made the corner of Araela's lips twitch. However, soon he also told the boy to rest because it will be delivered to the mansion at night.
“You should rest first, later let Brother take you home!”
There is little debate between the two. However, he managed to make Rolando according to his request, by accompanying him to rest while he checked the reports and some campus assignments that he had left.
About forty minutes later there was a bell door on the doorstep, and it disturbed his concentration greatly.
Inevitably he stepped his feet to open the door because the sound of the doorbell ringing made him very upset.
Once the door of the house was opened from the inside, he was immediately surprised by the arrival of someone who looked at him with – very cold gaze, but it did not make him afraid of people who came to his house.
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