It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 15

Desi was baking a cake when the bell rang. He rushed forward and opened the door after seeing Madam Rara standing in front.

"Good afternoon, Madam." Sapa Desi while giving way to Rara.

"Good afternoon. Alfian hasn't come home yet."

"Yes, Madam."

Rara immediately headed to the kitchen followed by Desi.

"What's baked? It's very fragrant."

"I'm making a cake, ma'am."

Madam Rara nodded happily. Soon a sound was heard indicating that the cake was ripe.

"Well, you made a pie. What's contents?" Netra Rara widened perfectly to see her favorite cake out of the oven.

"They are egg yolks, custard flour and lychees mashed with fresh milk." Answer Desi explained.

Rara's eyes were increasingly sparkling, her saliva had already flooded her mouth. He even immediately picked up a hand fan to cool the cake. It seems that he is impatient.

"I'm a lover of all kinds of pies." Rara. "Did Pratiwi tell you?"

Desi shaking. "No Madam. I didn't know that Madam likes pie."

Madam Rara smiled, she no longer asked. His gaze was only on the pie.

The bell rang again, he guessed, Young Master who came. He immediately went ahead, and opened the door because his guess was right.

"Good afternoon Young Master." Desi let go of giving way.

Alfian just cleared his throat and immediately entered. But his attention was piqued as he glanced at the door. In the kitchen island already Mother who is fanning pie.

"Mother."

"Eh, Mother's handsome son has come. Look, Desi make lychee pie. Duh, Mommy can't wait to eat." Rara's face looks sparkling.

Then he stood up to Alfian. Taking his son's briefcase was also the suit that was in the young man's hand.

"Desi, keep the bag in the workspace, suit in the room." He said while giving up the two things.

Desi hesitated a bit, she looked at Alfian for a moment.

"Once you have, just take it. From now on you can go in and clean up Alfian's room. So that if he's sick, you can take care of him without fear of entering his room." Madam Rara responded to Desi's doubts.

Alfian was silent, he did not comment. Desi took the suit and bag from Madam Rara. Then take the two to Alfian's study. Desi decided to hang the suit in the room and return to the kitchen. The sound from the boiling water made him rush over and make tea in the small teapot.

"This, an introductory gift from a new friend." Alfian placed the paper bag on the kitchen island. "She said it contained jerky and souvenirs."

The curious Madam Rara immediately opened the bag. A distinctive smell from the jerky flashed across his nose. He separated the food and then took another box. It turned out that the contents were belts and wallets made of crocodile leather.

"Well, nice introductory gift." Mrs Rara praised. "You know how to cook jerky, Desi?"

Desi nodded confidently. "Yes, Madam."

Every holiday home, Mary always brings jerky. So he used to cook the preserved meat.

Desi picked up the jerky that was inside the plastic packaging. "Dison of deer yes." Smashed again.

"You know where it came from? I didn't say it was deer jerky." Ask Alfian.

"If the same craft comes from crocodile skin, usually the jerky deer Tuan. From Mr. city." Desi answered unconsciously.

Shortly thereafter, Desi blinked. He folded his lips inward, aware that he had spoken wrongly.

"Kok you know?" Alfian was getting curious.

"From Booble Sir. I read the article there often." Desi replied trying as calmly as possible.

Madam Rara chose not to care, the important thing is that Desi can cultivate the meat. Because he was already busy cutting lychee pie and putting yes on a small plate, for him and Alfian.

"The Madam, Sir." Desi served the drink at the kitchen island. As it seemed, both of his masters had no intention of moving on from there.

"Sat!" Madam Rara's exclaim suddenly made Desi aghast.

"Yes.iya Madam."

"This pie, it's so good." Praise Rara with a happy face.

"Thank you, Madam." Desi smiled happily, he was happy to see his homemade cake favored.

Alfian was curious, so he cut the cake and ate it.

Alfian was silent for a moment. "It's a habit." He replied again while staring at Desi who was waiting for her answer as well.

Desi only smiled faintly, he continued his work. Desi began preparing cooking ingredients for dinner. And Alfian just kept on observing the girl.

"What do you want to cook?" Ask Alfian.

"Chicken seasoning soy sauce, vegetable chickpeas…."

"The chicken is cooked by rica-rica." Alfian cut off Desi's speech.

Desi looked at the Young Master for a moment. "But, Young Master is still in recovery. So you can't eat spicy food."

"You refused my orders?" Alfian looked at Desi sharply.

"When it comes to Young Master's health, yes. I refuse." Desi replied firmly, impressed not afraid. Though his toes were moving restlessly as his legs started to tremble.

"But my appetite hasn't returned yet, Desi."

"That's no excuse, sir. For your health." For some reason, he had courage against Alfian. Maybe because he saw how the young man whimpered in pain so much that he didn't want Alfian to fall ill again.

"You can't force me. I want rica-rica. I want spicy food."

"If you get sick again, how?"

"Yes you have to take care of me."

"Young Master!" Desi's tone began to rise. "Why so stubborn? The Lord's body is heavy. It's hard to sit down just to take medicine. Where not to eat." Desi lured emotion. He remembered how difficult it was to take care of Alfian. He did not even remember that there was Madam Rara who was staring at the two alternately with an expression of amazement.

During this time, Alfian rarely spoke and expressed when interacting with women outside of their family. But now in front of him, Alfian spoke fluently and full of expression to Desi.

"Who told me to go." Alfian won't lose. But his heart warmed as Desi nagged. Suddenly, he likes to get angry with the girl.

Desi was at a loss for words, Alfian smothered and smiled dismissively at her. His eyes glanced mischievously, waiting for Desi's next fight.

"Mrs." Eventually Desi gave up.

Rara blinked for a moment. "Mother supports Desi." His answer was brief then lifting the pie, draping his bag and then standing up. He wanted to find a new place to relax.

"I don't want to be a mosquito repellent." He muttered to himself.

Desi looked at Alfian with a triumphant smile. "Master can't eat spicy food."

Alfian stood up, circled the kitchen island and approached Desi. His eyes were staring at the girl.

Desi's smile was gone, she looked at Alfian fearfully and moved backwards. Until finally he stopped because it was attached to the wall.

Alfian grinned, he lowered his face to align with Desi's face. "You cheated, ask for help from Mother."

"Kan, for the sake of Young Master's health." Squeak Desi. Despite his fear, he still did not want to give up.

Alfian's hand stretched out, he clamped Desi's lips with his thumb and index finger. Desi's lips look funny.

"This lips must be punished." Alfian spoke in a very close position.

Desi shook his head, but Alfian's large palm was able to hold his jaw so that he would not turn.

"You scared?"

Desi nodded slowly.

"So dare to anger me in front of Mother."

Desi just blinked her eyes. Really, he did not realize it was so presumptuous to argue Young Master.

"Where was your courage?" Alfian asked with his eyes fixed on Desi's ranum lips.

Desi nodded slowly again. His chest is pounding not karu-kuliran. Alfian's warm breath swept across his skin, making a strange gallant rush through the body.

"Tu.Master." Desi tried to speak even though her voice sounded strange.

"Why, hmmm?" Alfian's eyes look soft. He gave up, he could no longer control his will. He even put his forehead on Desi's forehead.

But not yet had his lips stuck, the sound of a bell was heard. The shocked Alfian let his guard down, until Desi could shift his body and break through.

The movement of Desi who broke through it violently made Alfian blink. He turned to look at Desi until the girl turned. Alfian chuckled softly and rubbed his hair violently.

"Desi..Desi." Said slowly. Then step in search of the existence of the Mother.

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