FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Extra Part 7

‘Fall in love, millions in taste... let it be day, let it be night, amboy it feelsaaaa... yiiihhaaa!!’

Time and time again, I've been kicking, singing the national anthem in love, okay, yesterday I failed to get Zain's attention, now I want to do the next ritual. I've watched a tutorial on youtube to make men klepek-lepek in front of women. One of them is to bring him good food. Okeh, I'm Cindy Atmadja, I'll try to cook for my beloved heart, my soul worship. Mohammed Zain.

This morning, at four o'clock in the morning, I woke up. Not usually, right?? Usually I wake up at seven o'clock, even if I have been flush using water as well as brother Mira. My brother is a bummer!.

Okay, I've rolled up my sleeping pajamas that are just over the elbow. I started collecting ingredients to make Cindy Atmadja's brownies.

Okay, all the materials have been collected, now is the time for the manufacturing process.

“First of all, we first beat the egg, sugar, sp, vanilla ... we first break the egg, eeeehhhhh what is this?? Why did the eggshell come into the dough anyway?? Haduuuhh ... how do you try it?? In a moment, I'm Cindy Atmadja, I have to have a lot of ways for Zain right??” finally I grabbed the eggshell that went into the dough using fried claws.

“OK, next step, put flour, milk powder, chocolate powder, baking powder, then turn on the mixer, at medium speed." cetrek, mikser in turn.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa .. uhuk ... uhuk ... why this??? How come the flour spewed all over my face anyway??? Is the mixer too tight times huh??? Aaaaahhhhh shit! My face has just undergone treatment, why even kesirem flour siiihhh???, but it's okay, for the sake of Zain, I have to be able to!” I continued to shake the dough, with a troubled face.

“Enter dcc, then margarine, stir, well done, just go in the baking pan, keep me roasted deh, aaaaahhhh ..Easy it turns out, Cindy is that, what the hell can I not??” my smile broke, when I saw the results of my work had entered the oven.

Thirty minutes, I waited for my work to be perfect, but only twenty-five minutes had a charred smell, why?? Does this smell brown?? Or does it smell like ginih?? I sniff. Then peek at the oven in front of me.

“Yaaaahhhh .. How the Brownies are like billowing anyway?? Hhhuuuaaa!!! Shit!” I cursed myself, when I saw the results of my work fail completely. Well it's a charred, stick the cake again on the baking sheet, haduuuhhh .. I think I forgot to rub margarine into the oven. Hih .. bummer.

But, there's always a lot of road to mecca, calm down, I'm Cindy Atmadja, I won't run out of ideas, I wander, then open the freezer. Eh what is this??? Ahah! Why not think about it then?? Why should you also bother making, this sister Riyan has stock brownies at home, surely this was brought from the cake shop last night. Okeh, just wrap it up, I keep giving it to Zain.

At seven o'clock arrived, I was on the road, wanted him to just arrive at the office it felt, wanted to immediately catch Zain's cute face.

Arriving at the office at seven past fifteen minutes, I immediately entered my cubicle, with a little ngosan, I have to make Zain so proud also dong, dong, by knowing I am a taulandan because it always comes early, I must be the boss' favorite employee, huh??.

“Mbak Cindy very early in the morning came” greet Purnomo OB this office, OB Zain's darling. I have to be kind to Pur ah, let him tell me about all my kindness to Zain.

“Iya dong Pur, oh yes, you have breakfast yet??” my question, with my powerful voice, etapi, why does Pur even shudder that anyway?? Basic tacky.

“Be has not Mbak” answered nervously, yes must be nervous, people are asked the same beautiful girl really.

“Ya already, this for you” I gave a pack of rice uduk, which I had bought earlier, when traveling to the office.

“Ma thanks Mbak” Si Pur received the package from me. With trembling hands, then he went towards the pantry. I immediately went back in the decorations, looking at my face in the small mirror that always stayed in my bag.

“Eh, by the way Zain has come yet huh??” I wailed, glancing at Zain's room, which was in front of me.

“I guess not yet, I'll wait aja deh” I get back to styling my hair.

Eight new employees arrived, including Zain. I stood up, then shook my head, a sign that I had great respect for Zain.

Huh ... sebel, why am I not accepted as Zain's secretary anyway?? If being a secretary is good, you can go in and out of the room at will. Why did Zain even choose a male secretary try, was he afraid that Kak Yas was jealous?? Possessive wife.

Zain has entered his room, I entered ahhh. I stood up, carrying the brownies. Then he went into Zain's room. But, not yet my step even, I was immediately stopped by Zain's secretary, as well as his personal supervisor. Yaaa .. kan Zain did not go to college, he knows business affairs kayak ginih, automatically he was in need of a senior supervisor. And old man, his eyes were glaring at me.

“Cindy, what do you want to go into the room Mr Zain??” ask her with bulging eyes and twitching whiskers. Iliiiihhh .. so saucy.

“What is it?” ask again.

“Bapak kok keppo really??” I'm starting to get upset with him.

“Ih, don't-don't you bring poison huh??” Ish.... old man, why should I give poison to my worship man? No, this is no man.

“Yes not sir, I don't know?? I'm the same Mr. Zain is still a relative you know, I'm still in-laws you know Kak Yas, his wife Pak Zain” Ku let out my mainstay.

“Oh so??” The old mangee-beard, the,

“But, the working arrangement here, can not arbitrarily go in and out of the room Mr. Zain” eeehhhhh the old even mgeyel, finally without pengubrisnya, I went straight into the room Zain. I let the old secretary call me.

“Cindy, what is it??” ask Zain without looking at me, ish ... Zain look at me dong, I always see you.

“I this, I want to give this to you” I replied while thrusting the brownie cake to Zain.

“Ooohh ... what is this??” ask her while opening the package.

“This is Brownis” cake I replied while kicep-kicep.

“Wah my wife's favorite this” answers full charisma, Zain if in the office, despite his young age, why can be full of authority kayak rowdy anyway?? Gemesshhhm ...

“O yes?? I just found out that Brother Yas likes brownies” I replied.

“Iya, sweet Brondong kayak me, hhee” She chuckles. Ish ... very lucky that Kak Yas can dapetin Zain.

“Hee .. cobain dong, I'm hard-earned you know, make this for you” my door, while continuing to look at it.

“Oh, okay” he replied while trying a little cake, then he fell silent, maybe was feeling the pleasure of the cake, yes it was, the man made by Kak Riyan kok, who was, kak Riyan's cake is always a champion. The cake is sold everywhere.

“Kok like I often eat this cake” Zain looks at me.

“Ah, time anyway?” I put on a plain face, as innocent as my soul, if without Zain.

“Iya, this is not made by Kak Riyan right??” tanyanya was suspicious.

“Ya is not” I obviously ngeles dong.

“But, how come this is written ‘For my beloved wife’ anyway??” Zain showed me a small note under his brownie pad.

“Hah???? Appahhh??” Well caught. .. damn it!.

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