Gita Dusk Geetruida

Sop Spillage

"Call Sora to be your mama, dear," Takeshi whispered inwardly.

Takeshi hopes to meet Himawari's expectations while realizing his own wishes to have a companion.

Aya had tried not to be awkward when Takeshi was nearby but the one who was groggy.

Like that afternoon, when Aya was in a small kitchen made especially in the room of Takeshi's ship.

"Bikin what?" Greet someone right behind Aya who is making food for Himawari.

"Nrt ..." Aya suffocates.

Prangs! Clontang.

The small pot that Dad was holding fell, the contents of which were vegetable soup scattered, and some were splashed to his feet.

"What do you think of Arrabella that you daydream?" takeshi was worried.

"Ah, ti-no sir, I was just surprised," said Aya sitting down grimacing.

"Sora, are you okay?" ask Himawari no less worried.

"Hey papa, you hurt my Sora, huh?" accuse Himawari.

"No dear, papa only spoke a little but made him surprised and made the contents of the pot spill," Takeshi tried to explain.

"Papa is so naughty, quickly treat Sora!" the little girl ordered Abil to hit her father's arm.

"L-Let's check first, what's going on. I'm sorry, Arrabella, I have to take you to bed" Takeshi asked permission before lifting Aya's body.

"Agastya, come!" Call Takeshi to his assistant who is standing guard outside the room.

"Yes, sir, what's wrong? What's up, Arrabella why?"

"Hurry up and get that P3K box."

"Sorry Arrabella," Takeshi again asked permission before revealing Aya's plisket skirt that was only a foot long.

Takeshi and Agastya were both amazed to take a sip of saliva when they saw Aya's smooth calf which had been covered in her long skirt. Duh, which man is the one who is not moved to see the hidden beauty, especially if .. ah, so imagine how an Aya who might even be without any cover it serves the desires of men who want it.

"A little flushed from mid-calf to your left leg" Takeshi said trying to cover up his momentary admiration.

"It's okay, sir, it will also heal," said Aya not feeling well.

"It's okay, this if allowed to blister," argued Takeshi deftly clean the affected part of the hot soup spill and then apply a burn ointment.

Really, Aya doesn't feel well being treated like that by a man who is his 'superstition", while Takeshi is just as unpleasant because, he was a normal man who had not come into contact with women for a long time.

Takeshi closed his eyes while shaking his head. "You can do anything, haven't you made up for it? Just love the code, Arrabella must be willing to fulfill his wishes. No, no. .. must not be tempted even though as the master, I am legitimately served and fully entitled to Arrabella. Remember your principle, Takeshi ... lingaaat," his conscience is at war.

While Agastya who felt no more orders from Takeshi, chose to go out to stand guard outside the door to make room for his master while calming his own feelings.

"Duh, no mistake .. I was attracted to the girl even when meeting in the tangsi of Mr. Katsuro but, sir Takeshi also seemed to like her," Inner Agastya.

Agastya, a 22-year-old Indonesian youth originally was a worker at Antara news agency who was then selected by Takeshi to be an assistant since Japan occupied the Netherlands East Indies. Luckily Agastya later becomes a confidant of Takeshi, a good and wise leader. From the famous colonialists with the cruel stamp that Agastya even learned a lot not only about discipline but also the need to hold the principle.

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"Please don't move, Arrabella," Takeshi said.

"Papa, call Sora" Himawari protested.

"Ah, yes ... Sora, help you rest first, Himawari let me take care of it," Takeshi said again.

"Papa's right. Sora you have to rest so that your legs heal quickly, I will take care of you, later" said Himawari confidently.

Aya smiled as she stroked Himawari's hair, "Sweet child, Sora is fine this blistered leg has been given ointment."

"No, you just sleep. Like me if you're sick, you tell me to sleep. Keep bribing and then reading the story."

The cute Himawari had already taken a position on Aya's side, while Takeshi chose to finish Aya's job.

"Sir, let me, please" Aya tried to prevent her master.

"Himawari, here," call Takeshi.

"Yes, pa." Himawari approached her father.

"You, sit here and try eating alone." Takeshi pulls a chair at the dining table.

"Will you accompany me to eat?"

"Later, after I feed Sora."

"Ah, don't let me, pa."

"Don't eat alone you can't spill anywhere." Takeshi immediately sat down by Aya's side and prepared to feed the woman who had lately danced in his mind.

"Open your mouth, Sora."

"Ah, not sir. I can eat by myself."

"Ck, you're sick. Don't argue, it's time for me to serve you."

"But only my legs hurt, my hands don't matter, sir."

"It's an order, Arrabella," Takeshi said again, which Aya greeted with fear.

"Sora, eat a lot. Let you recover quickly and get big fast, didn't you say that I'm lazy to eat?" himawari said as he chewed his food. "If you don't want to eat, I won't want to make friends and play with you either" the little girl continued with her piercing eyes.

Instead of fearing threats, Aya smiled amusedly at the pretentious Himawari.

"Hihi, Hani .. We don't see that I've grown up?"

"Hey Sora, papa just carried you and fed you, meaning you are also a child just like me," said Himawari.

"But I also often carry and feed you, meaning I am bigger than you, Hani."

"Uuh, wait a minute I will also be big like you, Sora. Remember, if you don't want to eat then I won't be friends with you anymore."

"Oh, don't argue. Quickly finish off your food," Takeshi ordered to mediate between the two.

"Hm, Arrabella .. did you think of what I said this morning until the sop came out like this?" takeshi asked in a soft voice so as not to hear Himawari.

"Em ... That problem, sir? No, I was just surprised and the grip reflex of the pot was off."

"You are surprised that you are daydreaming, what do you think, I really mean my words after all, did Himawari also ask you to be her mother?"

"Ah, sir noticed yes. Just ignore the master, his name is also the talk of a child."

"Arrabella, although Himawari and I never discussed this but .. I was serious about my words this morning. I'm not forcing, don't worry. If you have a man you love and can accept you sincerely, I will accept your rejection."

"Sir, I'm not rejecting just .. It feels like this is too soon for me. To be honest, I myself still can not accept the fact of ever being an ianjo girl, let alone someone else? We just met mister, it would take time to get to know each other and adjust."

"Ah, okay. Then can we be friends?"

"I-I mean sir, how?"

"From now on don't call me 'master', and don't use 'me' anymore because then as if there are boundaries between us, don't we need to adjust to each other today?"

"So how's that supposed to be?"

"Takeshi, just call my name that and I'll follow Himawari's way of calling you, Sora."

"Well, okay, uh, Takeshi."

"good. Get used to it, yeah. Oh yeah, did you ever ask Himawari why she called you 'Sora'?"

Aya shook her head.

"When we were both saddened by Fuyumi's return, her mother Himawari .. we often looked up at the sky whether it was sunny, cloudy, at night or whenever we missed Fuyumi, and in our language, Sora means sky. I thought Himawari wanted you to be the sky that was always there for her" Takeshi explained.

Aya lowered her head, who would have thought the tragedy of the sop spill to be the beginning of the waning of the partition between herself and Mr Takeshi?