Housewife-forced

Sundays

Mama Via and Aunt Anisa came home after breakfast. Now in that house lived the four of them. Aya told Alea to sweep and mop the floor. Then Akbar he told to clean the window glass also clean the messy front room. While Aya herself is on the balcony next to the house to dry clothes. Earlier this morning he kindly offered Alea and Akbar to wash their clothes.

If I asked Ivan where he is now. The answer is in the room. Since Anisa's aunt came home earlier, Ivan immediately entered the room again and has not come out until now. Aya herself doesn't care much. Maybe Ivan's playing games or even sleeping again.

"ACBAR, IT'S MY MOP, DAMN IT!" Alea's screaming voice rang out to the side of the house.

"SO WHY?"

"SO DIRTY AGAIN IF YOU INJECT, IHH!!"

Aya just laughed hearing Alea and Akbar sparring in the front room. Not wanting to separate them at all. At least because they were no longer awkward, the atmosphere of the mansion became more lively.

"ALEA, IT'S A WET MOP DON'T YOU BIBAS!! THE GLASSES ARE SO DIRTY AGAIN!!" Now it was Akbar's turn to shout out in protest.

"WEH, CURUT. YOU GUYS IF WORK CAN'T BE DONE ANYWAY?"

This time Aya stopped the movement of her hand when she heard Ivan's voice. His lips lifted wider when he heard Ivan's voice. Rarely would Ivan care around. Moreover, Ivan's heavy voice that made Aya goosebumps.

"Why smile yourself?"

Aya turned around and found Ivan who was standing at the door of the laundry room while carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes. Ivan was wearing a black shirt and shorts of the same color. Her hair looks wet which indicates this guy just took a shower.

"Why what?" reply Aya asked back. I don't want to answer Ivan's question.

In response, Ivan lifted the basket he carried higher. Then it passed to the washing machine in the corner of the room. Aya herself was again busy with her work. Every now and then he would glance at Ivan who was now starting to put his dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"Well, how is this?"

Aya. See Ivan who is now confused with some buttons in the washing machine. Then he walked closer.

"What's the matter?"

"Which one is this?"

Aya clucked lazily. Although he was actually desperately holding a happy smile. Don't want to show too much that he's being misbehaved.

"You pull this for nyuci, keep this blablabla..." Aya explained wide-ranging to Ivan. While Ivan stood behind Aya while slightly looking up to see what Aya showed.

"understand?" Aya turned around and reflexed back one step when she realized Ivan's body was too close to her. His position now looks exactly like Ivan who has Aya wrapped between his body and the washing machine.

"Hmm, understand," replied Ivan briefly.

Aya shifted her body and allowed Ivan to practice what he had just described.

"Yes, I understand. You can go back," said Ivan without looking at Aya.

Aya just snorted then turned around and returned with her activities. Just as he lowered his head to pick up the shirt, Ivan's voice came back to stop him.

"Well, why don't you want to go out, this?"

Aya clucked. "Eat him don't be pretentious," said Aya annoyed.

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The show ended with Aya washing Ivan's clothes. Let the guy sit sweetly by her without doing anything. It would have been better if Ivan had been quiet than he had ruined whatever he was holding.

Now the four teenagers were gathered in the front room. After various kinds of drama in the morning, finally their homework was completed. So now they just lie down in front of the TV.

"Laper," complained Aya. "Jajan yuk, yang!" take Aya to Alea.

"Where?" ask Alea.

"I don't know, we just muter-muter," replied Aya.

"Males," Alea refused.

Aya pursed her lips. Made Alea sneer at him. Akbar just chuckled, while Ivan was busy with his own HP.

"Yaudah, I still have jjangmyeon in the kitchen, too" said Aya. Then he got up and walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Aya had already opened the storage cabinet. His feet were on tiptoes because the cupboard was quite tall. There's still a lot of noodles in there. Aya deliberately bought a lot of noodles for stock just in case she felt suddenly hungry like this.

"Where do you want, Bar?" ask Aya to Akbar. His hands were busy stirring the pile of noodles to look for the noodles he wanted.

"Sheep there, brother?"

"But, just a moment, why is it so high, anyway, pegel," complained Aya. He straightened his body for a while before returning to his tiptoes.

"Basic short." A hand suddenly extended past beside Aya's head. Take a pack of fried noodles and two packs of jjangmyeon.

Without even turning her head Aya already knew who the person standing behind her was at this moment. Aya was still silent and did not dare to turn around even though Ivan had already taken the noodles he wanted. How many times has Ivan made him flutter today? How does Aya want to forget the guy if Ivan's attitude actually makes Aya a little hopeful?

"Make it for me, yes" said Ivan. He sat himself next to Akbar. Act as if he did nothing.

Aya put on a flat face to cover her flushed face. Then start preparing the tools he needs.

"Sir Aya" call Alea. He was already on the doorstep of the kitchen.

"What?" aya replied without looking.

"You want noodles too."

"But, make your own. I just asked you not to."

Alea grieves. He picked up the noodles in the storage cabinet with great difficulty.

Seeing that, Aya glanced at Ivan. The guy had absolutely no intention of helping Alea. Not even glancing. Then why was he happy to help Aya to pick up noodles? Aya smacked her cheek slowly. Positive thinking because Ivan also wanted to take noodles, Aya's inner self-assured.

"Ck, not aided" Alea murmured.

"That's it, your short fault" Aya replied indifferently.

"Regaca used to mending," said Ivan suddenly. He looked at Aya while grinning thinly.

Aya who was stared at like that became misbehaved. Being around Ivan for a long time was not good for Aya. So he hurriedly finished his work then took his mie to his room. Of course before to code Alea to follow him.

"Crazy, I'm tired of shit!" lamented Aya shortly after being in the room. Alea followed behind him while carrying a plate of noodles.

"On Ivan's brother?" ask Alea. He sat himself in one of the small chairs near Aya's window.

Aya nodded. "I swear I'm tired of liking Ivan. Want to stop," whined Aya.

"Yaudah, hell, forget it," suggested Alea origin.

"Clearly thought? Rarely meet him or her to move on especially now home?"

"Yes, too."

"You know.." said Aya hanging.

Alea responded by raising her eyebrows next to her. Know that Aya will tell you something and just need to be heard.

Aya started telling Ivan about his behavior yesterday morning. Alea had a chance to cut by shouting "By? Yaudah, forget it." Aya just shrugged her shoulders. He continued his story until he arrived at the speech of Aunt Anisa.

Alea was silent for a long time as Aya recounted the words of Aunt Anisa last night. Her miena was placed on a small table behind her. "Keep, now what does Aya want?"

"You know, he was giving me hope from before" complained Aya. "Why is he standing in front of my door? Why would I see that cake? If he told me to stop liking him, he shouldn't have to be that way" he continued.

"Saranku, sister Aya also what Aunt Anisa said first, wait for Ivan for a moment, if if brother Aya is not ready, yeaudah. Done it. Lupain Ivan whatever happens."

After saying so, Alea instantly grabbed her noodles back and ate them as if she had just not said anything serious to Aya.

"Hmm, I'll wait for Ivan" murmured Aya.

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