I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 8: THE ROSE GARDEN HOUSE

The first kiss that the couple did, made the two maids who stood not far away. Choose to turn the body so as not to continue streaming their employer's romance.

Five minutes later, Danish released SheZa's body from her arms. A tinge of reddened cheeks on the wife's face, made the man smile faintly, "Mang Asep, Bi Yati. You can turn around!"

The two maids who were embarrassed finally turned around, but with lowered faces. Want to watch live streaming again? No atuh. A man of about forty years old named Amang Asep, while the other was Aunt Yati. Thirty-year-old woman who looks Muslim.

The two are a couple who for several months took care of Danish rose house and garden. Actually, Mang Asep and Bi Yati were servants in the old man's house, but were sent to be always accompanying the young master.

Danish invites SheZa to approach the two servants who are now considered to be his own parents. Although the call did not change, "Include, this is Mang Asep and his wife Bi Yati. His house and garden were always taken care of. I don't want you to think of them as servants. To me, Mang Asep and Bi Yati are my second parents."

"Aden, here. Take care of Kasian, Neng. Let it go, it is mamang mamang work here." said Si Mamang Asep with Sundanese dialect that has been mixed with Indonesia.

Shena smiled sweetly, then grabbed Mang Asep's hand. The girl did not bother with Danish words. After all, he was educated to respect parents. Let alone the housemaid, out there. If you meet your parents, you will be polite as much as possible.

Shena's salty actions, made Mang Asep and Bi Yati look at each other. Honestly, Young Master gets a beautiful, young and kind wife and knows manners. No matter how many roses that bloom, it is defeated by the actions of the Danish wife.

"Rarely young people today salim ama parents, Aunty salut am Eneng. Yaudah, come in. Aden, where's the case? Tumben didn't bring it." Bi Yati smiled sumringah, but after that it was a wobbly cackle because it did not see the luggage of his young master.

"The stuff's coming, Bi. In Dalem there are already some clothes, so you can only wear the existing ones. Come SheZa. Let's go in, I'll show you what our house looks like." Danish invites his wife to walk to the door of the house, his hand is not willing to let go of the wife's hand just like that.

Possessive, yes so Danish. What belongs to him can be in pepet trus. Though from the beginning said it would keep its distance, while Shena could only obey. As a wife, she was conscious. What Danish did did was not to violate religion.

The house was big enough to house two people. Moreover, Mang Asep and Bi Yati preferred to stay in the back room. At the footstep of the first room. Seemed a set of blue dongker sofa with soft fur pillow gray white. While the middle of a glass table measuring one meter by two meters.

The steps get inside. Where there is a three-meter-high wooden sideboard barrier with several colorful fake ornamental flower ornaments that enliven the atmosphere of the house. Over there is a dining table with chairs for eight people.

From his standing position. Shena looked at the three glass rooms. Two rooms on the right side of the stairs and one room on the left side of the stairs. Danish explained what the function of each room, even the man did not hesitate to show the contents of each room. Includes workspace, gym, library room and lastly kitchen.

The entire journey downstairs was quite time consuming, until Bi Yati and Mang Asep chose to resign to continue their work. Danish invited his wife to go up to the second floor. Where rooms with brown wooden doors that look natural become the goal.

"This is your room, and that's my room. As I promised, we'll split up the rooms, but let our stuff stay in one room. Don't get me wrong" Danish looked at Shena, "If at any time our parents visit. So, we do not need to be confused about what reason to look for. I hope my wife understands."

"I get. Can I see my room?" shena asked, making Danish nod her head, then opened the door of the room. Actually the room given to Shena was her own room.

Shena stepped into the room that seemed neat with a king-size bed covered with black bed linen, but the bed cover was white. Glass window with white blinds dangling. Dressing table filled with various types of men's perfumes with several watches clearly displayed. Accompanied by a sofa and a mini table on the corner side of another room.

Without explaining. Shena understands. That room is Danish. One action from the husband that directly touched his heart. Although, all this time do not know the name dating. Still, Danish treatment gives a good impression.

The girl forgot about her college work. Never mind thinking about the lesson, even the phone just forgot where it is. Sure enough, after remembering all. It turned out that he did not bring the phone left in the hotel room. Still young, already senile. Uh not senile, but just a little amnesia.

"Shena, you're this, yeah. How do you want to call Naina? A cell phone doesn't have one." muttered the girl with a flurry of biting her own nails.

In a moment of confusion, his eyes accidentally saw the house phone. Seeing hope shining brightly overhead. Without delaying anything, Shena hurriedly played a long curved inanimate object. A few numbers that are memorized out of your head.

"Come on, pick up." Shena knocked on the wooden sideboard table, even the girl forgot to close the room door and focused on waiting for her call to be answered.

Waiting and waiting, but still no answer. Shena hangs up, after trying for a few times to contact her classmate Naina. Danish who noticed the wife's pouting face, walked into the room.

"You why? Don't you like his room? If so, tomorrow can be changed as you wish." Said Danish trying to find out the contents of Shena's heart and mind, but his wife turned her face.

Why does the mood want to nag, but where it might scold innocent people, finally a voice of annoyance that can represent his resentment. "Not really, the room is nice."

"Shea. Is there a problem? You were fine, when I left for the next room. It's only been fifteen minutes. Why has it changed with the face bent, what else is it. Why are lips raised." said Danish immediately distract Shena, glancing sharp eyes while blinking lips.

"I ....,"

Kriein!

Kriein!

Kriein!

The sound of the house phone stops Shena from telling her story. The girl rushed up to pick up the phone, and without listening to a word from across first, "Loe, it's still me isn't it, anyway? Ditelfonin, not even lift. Want to loe, what try? Make a sprain ....,"

"Assalamu'alaikum,"

Gluey!

Shena was silent. His lips were muddled when the sound of greetings heard from across felt very familiar. Not with Danish. The man was quite surprised by the way the wife spoke which was like a child today. Bar-bar.

"Shea. Are you okay?" danish asked his silent wife with wide eyes, as if getting important news and providing electricity.