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Mulan was made to panic when she saw the small clock on the bedside nightstand already pointing at the number seven. It's too late if he has to prepare a Bara breakfast menu. The man would definitely punish her more severely if breakfast was not served. Not to mention he had to get ready for work.

As a result, he had to rush to the restroom to clean himself up as fast as lightning. Taking any outfit that is important does not waste a lot of time.

Damnit. When sweeping the powder, the sponge in his hand fell due to the action of hunting. Things like this always happen when he is panicked. There are things that hinder. As a result, the time was again seized by bending to pick up the object.

Mulan sees a digital clock. It already showed the number seven over fifteen. Apparently taking a shower, this and that he takes a quarter of an hour if he's in a hurry. Hair is also combed because he does not shampoo.

He intended to get off after picking up a tote bag in the closet. Do not forget to fill it with cell phones, wallets and other women's needs. His laptop did not forget. Bara already knows everything, so there's nothing more to cover up, right?

And now Mulan went down to the ground floor in a hurry. Even half ran for time.

"Good morning, Mrs Mulan. You're up?" Alma greeted Mulan with a sumringah near the lower stairs. The woman seemed to have been waiting for Mulan to come down since earlier. However, the face of the sumringah instantly faded away changing wrinkles when the owner was astonished. "Mrs, is there a problem?" she asked later, seeing Mulan seem restless.

"I woke up bad luck, Alma. Why didn't you wake me?" mulan was upset. He forgot how to smile. Without waiting for Alma's answer, he immediately headed for the kitchen. Alma who sprightly immediately followed the steps of the master.

"If it's bad luck like this my brain becomes dull, Alma. I'm having trouble deciding on Mr. Bara's breakfast menu." Mulan finds out that if Alma follows her, she keeps the girl talking. "Help me yes. Otherwise I can be punished. Help me cook fast but still good."

"But Nyonya–"

"Don't protest."

Alma silently listened to Mulan. Let it. Soon the woman will know too.

The distance of the kitchen with the stairs is quite far and must pass the dining table. Well, that's where Mulan's steps stopped when she saw the special fried rice that still reflected the smoke was on the table. He felt confused when Alma suddenly pulled out a chair and invited him to sit down.

"Please enjoy the fried rice, ma'am," said the girl.

"You made it for me?" mulan asked still in her position. He was still reluctant to sit in the chair that his assistant had prepared. Alma did not answer yet, she spoke again. "I'm going to the kitchen to cook, Alma. Not to eat. Later, yeah."

As Mulan was about to move on, her steps were forced to be stopped by Alma's explanation. "But this fried rice is cooked by Mr. Bara himself, Madam. He cooked it special for you."

Mulan momentarily nodded. He immediately turned his body. "What did you say, Alma?" He was afraid of hearing wrong.

"What you hear is not wrong, Madam. Mr. Bara deliberately woke up early in the morning to prepare this."

Mulan approached slowly to the table then watched the fried rice carefully. There is a sense of haru that rushes as well as guilt for ever thinking badly of her husband. It turns out that Bara wasn't as bad as he thought. He already knows that. So when Bara said last night to punish him, Mulan was not at all daunted because she believed Bara still had feelings. It is impossible to act far beyond the limit.

Oh yea. Thinking about Bara, he just thought. Where is he? He hadn't even seen her since he woke up.

"Where is the Master?" Mulan dizzy looking for the existence of Bara around. Sometimes the man was there but hiding.

Mulan could only resign when Alma guided her to a chair. His mind was still floating thinking of Bara when the girl brought her plate closer.

"Madam, let's eat. Don't daydream," whispered Alma while grinning with a horse because Mulan was just staring at the food.

"okay." Mulan nodded. He finally took a spoon and made a dent in his mouth. Mulan chewed on him full of appreciation while half closed, then a moment later her eyes sparkled.

"How, Madam? Yummy?"

"Have a son, Alma." Mulan answered enthusiastically. "It turns out Mr. Bara is good at cooking."

He fed again the fried rice with great enthusiasm. However, before long the sparkling face suddenly became moody.

"What's up, Madam? Does this second mouthful taste so bad?" Alma who had been paying attention was of course curious.

"No, Alma. I'm just sorry I woke up. Mr. Bara shouldn't have to have this serepot prepare breakfast for me" Mulan said.

"But I know Mr. Bara did that with pleasure. He also forbade me to wake the Madam before she woke up on her own. Sir said, Madam needs time to rest because last night Madam had to carry out the punishment. Master Bara is a real romantic, right?"

If Alma smiled amusedly when telling about Bara, Mulan instead glared at Alma. Not because of anger, but just realized something.

Not even Mulan said anything, Alma had returned to teasing the woman with thoughts that were far from the facts.

"Madam must be exhausted from last night doing a wife's job. Better now Madam rest at home and don't travel." Alma brought her face closer to Mulan and then said half a whisper. "Let little Lord Rayyan soon have a sister, hehe."

"Immy!"

The one who was called suddenly looked at Mulan with his heralding. It's supposed to flower all the way through the first night, right? But why does it look exactly the opposite?

"Yes, Mistress?" Alma answered with a different expression. Somewhat horrified to read the anger on his employer's face.

"What punishment do you think I was carrying out last night? Don't get me wrong, yeah." Mulan's face instantly changed with her lips curved downwards. "He told me to massage his legs all night, Alma. Who can try? Dienya. I mijitin he is tired to not remember anything know, no? Maybe I overslept last night."

"What's? So last night Madam mijit fell asleep? Where does the madam sleep? On floors? On couch?" alma's insistence on Mulan. His face showed anxiety.

Hearing Alma's questions, Mulan comes to mind. Instead of answering, he tried to remember the events of last night.

If indeed he overslept should be when he woke up Mulan was on a long sofa. He remembered very well, last night while massaging Bara's legs that squiggled he sat on the edge of the sofa. Then can he wake up with a good sleep on the bed? Wrapped in thick blankets. Who moved it? There's no way he's sleeping on the road, right?

Don't-don't ....