Forced to Marry Stepbrother

27. Gifts

Pacing me in the room. I don't know how many times I've done it. I don't remember, but I do know that it's time to stop this worthless activity. Moreover, after feeling my right head begin to throb. Looks dizzy.

Stop over. Choose to sit on the left side of the bed.

“Papa don't want to know Zii, you have to go home now! Papa does not accept any reason.”

Papa's remarks last time in the living room when contacting Kak Zii again flashed. In the end, the man was forced to go home by Papa. It seems that Papa is very worried about the child alone, especially shortly after Papa found out that Kak Zii accident.

Right, Brother Zii was an accident. However, not bad. Reportedly, the man fell down the stairs of his apartment. Not only fell, the left hand of the man was broken. That is why Papa insisted on forcing Kak Zii to go home even though the man had said many times that he was fine.

Back glance at the time marker on the nightstand. At 18:47 minutes. That means, in about thirteen minutes the man will arrive home if there are no obstacles on his way.

Because this self does not want to meet the man, now I am locked in the room. He had locked the door so that the man who was coming home soon could not enter my room.

I was determined to try to avoid him. Won't say hello, won't stare, won't talk to him. I even plan to start saving to buy a rental or maybe rent a single room. It is certain that I will stay so that I no longer have to live with dangerous men.

“Non, dinner is ready. Non Kana later down, yes. Master asked Non Kana to wait at the dining table. Mister and Den Zii are coming soon. Said he was going to eat together.”

“Aduh..., ouch..”.

Pretend sick. Instantly that was all that came to this head.

“Non Kana is fine, right?”

“Aduh.., Bi. I can't seem to go to dinner. My head is dizzy again. What food can you please bring to the room, Bi. I don't feel like I'm making a path. Ouch..., ouch..”.

“Yes Allah, Non.”

Bi Sirim's panicked voice started to sound.

“Ya already Non Kana just rest, yes. Later Bibi said to Mister that Non Kana is sick again. For his food will soon be aunt inter.”

Sighs in relief. Thank God, for today at least I will not see the look of the man. And hopefully the next days I'll never see her let alone meet her.

***

Wake up early in the morning and go straight out of the room. I'm sure the man must still be sleeping as he used to. The chances of us meeting are very small this morning.

I plan to make my own breakfast. I have been trying to learn a lot lately. One of them is trying to learn to cook.

Also, this tongue feels bored with the food that it continues. Considering my meal must be completely guarded. Can't eat this. Can't eat that. Though there are times when I get bored especially with the food that I eat every day many times.

This morning the intention will be to cook fried rice. I don't know, this simple food has been a few days I really want to eat. Since undergoing treatment abroad, I have never been or rather not allowed to eat heavy meals one of which is fried rice. Therefore, no wonder if I have long craved this typical Indonesian food.

“Yes Allah, Non. What is Non-Kana doing? Who told you not to cook? There will be Aunty.”

Caught. Though usually Bi Sirim at this hour is still on the market or at least still busy with other work. However, why is my ART here today? Does he know I'm cooking?

“Aunt is here?” ask me pretentious drama while showing off the best smile.

“Non Kana why cook? Here let Auntie. Later if you see, Non Kana can get angry.”

“Papa won't be angry anyway, Bi. He should even be happy. I learned to cook.”

“But, Non Kana is still sick. Can't be tired.”

Bi Sirim stepped closer, looking at the food I was cooking.

Can only breath. The fried rice is cooked. Served to the plate. But, if this is how else. If I still eat, Auntie will report to Papa.

At the end, Papa will be angry, while I do not want to make Papa emotional. I'm self-conscious about not doing anything anymore. It's enough to trouble that middle-aged man.

“If I can not eat, continue this fried rice will be flanked, Bi? Cooking to be thrown away? Kan darling. I'm tired of making it. Instead of being thrown mending I'm the one who ate ya, Bi. I didn't finish it. Eat only a little. Yes, dikit doang.”

Not surrender. Still trying to persuade Auntie.

“Once no yes no, Non. Aunt still loves Aunt's job. Auntie doesn't want to be fired.”

“So who wants to eat, Bi?”

“Let Brother eat, Na.”

The deg!

My body cannot be moved, let alone to look back—where the voice of the man just came from. The body was perfectly silent.

Meanwhile, Bi Sirim seemed to be approaching the man.

“Den Zii why come here? Aden is still sick. Not much motion.”

Bi Sirim's voice faintly still I heard, but I have not yet dared to move this body.

“I'm hungry, Bi. Especially after smelling this fragrant scent. My stomach is getting bigger. Long time also tastes have not eaten Indonesian food.”

“Oalah. Yes, Den Zii sit down first. Let Auntie cook Aden's favorite food.”

“Not working, Bi. I eat only Cana cuisine. Instead of dumped mending for me.”

Piqued. What the fuck this guy. Want to get some face? Want to pretend to be good? Akh. I hate.

Growled. Unknowingly, this hand immediately took the container of chili powder that I had not used for long. Without mercy, I poured as much chili powder into the fried rice that I cooked. Stirring for a while so that the chili powder is mixed evenly.

I shuddered in horror at the appearance of his rice which now looked red. Must be super spicy.

Taking plates. Serving fried rice that I believe is very spicy on it. Without fear, I immediately handed it to the man who was still sitting at the dinner table.

“This is a gift for Kak Zii. Must be eliminated!”

After putting down that plate of fried rice, my gurgas went—take the foot back to the room. Don't want to linger seeing the look of the b3 jerk. He certainly wouldn't eat my cooking. So, I don't have to feel guilty for spilling almost all the chili powder in the kitchen into the fried rice.

“Uhuk..., Uhuk..”.

This move suddenly stopped.

“Den, astagfirullah.., do not eat. Let Aunt make some other food, yeah. Den Zii also can not eat spicy. Oh my God, drink, Den. Drink.”

The deg!

Did the man really eat it?

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