Emily's soul mate

NEAT LORD

Emily was still agape in front of Galen's closet, staring at the pile of shirts, then the pile of jerseys, the pile of pants, and the underwear. Everything is arranged very neatly and the color can be in order.

Is it Galen himself who made it?

Or maybe Mommy Mia?

Or Ghea?

Papi Bian's?

Suddenly Emily remembered in her closet in the room, which from the outside looked good, but right in the open inside was really not funny.

Sometimes looking for underwear only, Emily a little trouble because it was tucked between her other clothes.

Haish!

Galen would've been poking around if she saw the contents of Emily's closet.

"Eh! How bengong!" Galen's rebuke instantly disperse Emily's daydream.

"Eh, no! No crap, no!" Kill Emily quickly while scratching her head.

"Just be amazed by the contents of your closet so-" Emily was at a loss for words.

"That's the right side, which is still empty for your clothes. Load, no? If it doesn't fit later I tell Mom to buy another cupboard for you," Galen explained and asked Emily.

"Wool, coke! I don't wear much either" replied Emily quickly.

"But, Galen! Do my clothes also have to be arranged based on colors like your clothes?" Emily asked a little hesitantly pointing towards the pile of Galen shirts whose colors were sequential from dark to bright colors.

Galen chuckles amusedly at Emily's silly question.

"No need, darling! What matters is that you arrange it neatly. Trus you split up the superiors, subordinates, dress, same underwear. Let's be good later if you want to find a shirt." Galen approached Emily and embraced her.

"This is a shelf there are five, you just neatly arrange. Don't even have to sort the colors."

"That was yesterday I no longer have a job, so stack the color of clothes like that," continued Galen again which made Emily a little embarrassed.

Lah Emily if there is no work at home must be sleeping.

This Galen even beberes and arrange the closet.

Duh, looks like Galen and Emily's souls are a little confused.

"Yes, I get it." Emily answered, who had opened her suitcase.

Still good yesterday Mother helped Emily pack up and had folded all of Emily's clothes neatly, so Emily just put them in the closet.

"If this dress has to be hung, dear!" Galen took several hangers to hang Emily's dress, which could be counted on her fingers. Some of them were just bought by Mother a few days ago.

"Your clothes are mostly men's clothes, anyway?" Galen asked in surprise when she saw Emily's clothes.

"More comfortable wearing men's clothes. It's looser" Emily replied grimacingly.

"Lingerie is?" Galen's sudden question made Emily furrow both eyebrows.

What lingerie is it?

"Where are your makeup tools? How come there's only facial moisturizer? Lipstick is not there, powder moreover," Galen cerocos when opening Emily's makeup wallet which is only a few face care creams.

For which makeup does Emily have?

Usually also borrow from Mother.

"And you know for yourself, I never wear makeup to work" Emily replied honestly.

"From now on, wear it!" Galen poked Emily's nose once again.

Looks like Emily's husband was really intent on turning Emily into a pinocchio.

"But not yesterday did you promise, if you accept me for what I am? I can't dance," Emily's great-granddaughter lowered her face.

"Trus when it comes to the show, who are you dancing to?" Galen asked furrowed both of his brows.

"Mother," replied Emily again honestly.

"Yaudah, you'll learn how to dance with Ghea." Galen finally came up with a solution.

Emily remembered the dresser in Ghea's room which was almost full of makeup tools and various face care creams. Looks like Galen's younger brother is indeed good at makeup.

"Should I use lipstick powder?" Emily still has objections.

"It has to!" Galen replied firmly.

"Can I get a haircut?" Emily asked suddenly for Galen's approval.

"Why indeed? Your hair's long it's nice like this" Galen scooped up a little Emily's hair and sipped it.

Fragrant shampoo immediately out, because this morning Emily just took a shower shampoo.

Looks like Emily's gonna shower shampooing every morning from this second. Galen is not so bad!

"Rubber! Every morning I take a shower shampooing and cold hair with a hairdryer," said Emily complained.

Galen just chuckled.

"Let's take you to the salon!" Galen said as she clasped Emily's shoulder.

Emily's lips immediately curled a wide smile. It's this easy to ask permission for a haircut on Galen. Know that since yesterday-yesterday Emily cut her hair.

Emily's done putting her clothes in Galen's closet. Not until half of the empty space was filled.

Yeah iyeah!

Emily deliberately brought a little shirt.

After all, Mother's house is also only 200 meters from Galen's house. If Emily wants to take her other clothes, just run to Mother's house.

Ahahaha!

"So Papi asked me to cook for lunch" Emily, who had risen to her feet, grabbed Galen's arm and began to speak in a seductive tone.

"Trus?" Galen's facial expression was just flat.

Is the tree dry again now?

Should Emily go back to soaking it wet and lemes?

"I'm confused, what your family likes to eat lunch. I usually just cook stir-fry beans bad like vegetable soup," said Emily grimaced a little.

"But shopping already?" Ask Galen to make sure.

"Yes, already! Complete earlier, all bought the same Papi," Emily's story that began to step on her feet following Galen who seemed to want to get out of the room.

Emily's hand was still tight on Galen's arm.

"Yaudah, cook some vegetable soup. No one's home is picky, food!" Answer Galen lightly.

"When it doesn't feel right how?" Emily asked a little.

"Katsu chicken cooks only, yes! Your homemade chicken katsu is delicious, honey!" Emily seduces Galen into cooking.

"Somegranate soup, same fried chicken flour. That's delicious too. Do not forget to make sambal," said Galen who immediately made Emily blink her eyes.

"That's all I have to cook?" Emily asked with a half-believing face.

It could be Mommy Mia's instagramable kitchen collapse if Emily cooks there.

"I help!" Galen rattles Emily's hair and quickly slips into the kitchen.

Emily's husband had just opened the four-door refrigerator in the kitchen when he heard something rumbling that seemed to fall from the refrigerator. Screeches from Galen accompanied the rumbling noise earlier.

Holy hooch!

"Emily! Did you put the vegetables in the fridge?" Galen exclaimed that he looked grimacing because his legs had been hit by something.

Die you, Emily!

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