It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 16

"Eh, I'm home." Lady Rara welcomed her husband with enthusiasm. He even put his hands around the Sultan's neck. Alfian shook his head looking at his friendly parents without looking at the place and went into the room to change clothes.

"Eat what?" Sultan asked his wife.

 "Pie lychee." Rara replied while sitting back in the rattan chair. "The desi made. It's delicious."

"really?"

Rara nodded. "Later Desi will bring him here."

Before long Desi had appeared carrying a tray containing pie in a glass pan and two small plates. The girl arranged the pie accompanied by Madam Rara's seductive gaze.

"Mistress, Madam."

"Thank you Desi." Answer Sultan.

Desi nodded and immediately returned to the kitchen to pick up tea. While crossing the living room he crossed paths with Alfian.

"Desi, where'd you put my suit?"

"In the study, sir."

"Why in the workspace? Mother told him to go to the room."

"But, the Young Master did not give an affirmation as well. So I dare not, Young Master."

Alfian scooped his face rough, he approached Desi and put his hands on both shoulders the girl even slightly lowered her head.

"If Mother tells you to, do it. Ok."

The pounding desi, Alfian's gentle voice made a different effect on his ears and heart.

"Yes.iya Mister."

Alfian smiled sweetly and pulled Desi's nose. "Smart girl."

Desi held her nose and raised a gaze of protest. "Issh Tuan."

Alfian smiled anxiously and ruffled Desi's hair.

"Sir." Desi gets increasingly upset and catches Alfian's hand. But quickly Alfian moved his hand so that it could not be captured by Desi.

Desi's frustration made Alfian even happier. Even in Alfian's eyes, the throbbing Desi looked even more adorable. Without the two of them noticing, Sultan and Rara were peeking out from behind the door.

"Dad, look at that." Rara rubbed the Sultan's head using her chin as it held back the anxiety.

"Mad." Sultan whose head is below.

"Sweetnessaaaa... Mother is so anxious to see it." Rara said with her hands clasped holding back the anxiety.

But the spectacle did not last long. Seeing Alfian stop pranking Desi, Sultan and Rara rushed back to his seat. But they forgot that Alfian could see from the inside. Because the glass window was only closed by a thin curtain. Alfian smiled faintly at the mannerisms of his parents. He took off Desi with a bit of unwillingness.

"Dad, Mother." Greet Alfian before sitting down and joining his parents.

"Hmm." The sultan pretended to be indifferent. While Desi was like a hot worm that moved indistinctly with strange smiles.

Alfian pretended not to know. He chose to enjoy a pie made by Desi.

"Where are the pies made by Desi? It's delicious." Ask Alfian.

Alfian's eyebrows shot up, for this was the second time the Mother had asked the same question. "It's a habit." Alfian replied lying.

"Yes, it's ordinary. Good lips made." Sahut Rara's.

"Uhukk..Uhukk.

The sultan hit Alfian on the back. While Desi who just came out the door rushed over and put down the tea and mineral water that he brought.

"Mother." The Sultan looked at Rara with displeased glaring eyes.

"Drink, drink first, baby." Rara drops mineral water on Alfian. His face revealed an awkward smile, full of guilt.

Alfian's face and eyes turned red, he took the water he was given and immediately gulped down the drink.

But Desi stopped her steps right in the doorway as laughter from the Sultan and Rara seemed to be teasing Alfian. I don't know what they're talking about to make them look happy.

Desi stepped in, and right in the middle of the room she stopped and turned around. Desi watches the Adhyaksa family chatting through the window.

The three members of the Adhyaksa family seem very familiar and loving to each other. They stared affectionately at each other.

Desi's heart was sliced, she held her chest that felt tight. Desi is envious. He turned and walked over with a shunt.

"Dear." Lirih Desi's. She recalled what Mrs Rara said when she gave Alfian a drink. "When did you call me baby?"

Desi smiled wryly. When he was a child, he began to understand language. He never once heard the Mother calling him "honey". Just like Mrs Rara told Alfian.

The kid doesn't know it's lucky!

Why don't you just die in my stomach?!

Damn bearer!

Family burden!

And there are many more oaths that Santi said to him. The slightest mistake, will bring great anger.

At least Mother never showed such affection as she saw from Madam Rara towards Alfian. Only Dad loved her. But a few years ago I left without saying goodbye. Dad's missing swallowed by the earth. And soon after, I married my friend, Om Wiji.

From there the suffering of Desi grew. He began to be terrorized by Bagas who was several years older than him. If he let his guard down a little, he could lose his honor.

But there's something that bothers Desi a little, lately Mom started to change. He often contacted Desi even though he was just asking for news. Even when he is on vacation, Mother's treatment will be much different.

But the change left a strange feeling. Desi's premonition says that Mom is not sincere. My attitude looks very abnormal. His kindness is like being made up. Moreover, Bagas also did not stop teasing him. If there was a chance his half-brother would take advantage of the situation to harass him.

Desi took a deep breath, the crystal grains that were about to fall from her two beautiful eyes immediately she wiped.

Can't cry over fate, Desi. You can't be envious either. One day, your happy days will come.

💔💔💔

Although his face was flat and upset, Alfian still ate the food that Desi had cooked. Moreover, Mother and Father also advise to keep food first because he has just healed.

"Desi, you stay in the main house only yes. Later jobs here replaced the waiter from the main house. Hows it? Want to. You have a really good cuisine." Rara's chirps after they finish dinner.

"Yes…."

"Can't!" Alfian cut off Desi who was about to answer the Mother's question.

"Why?" Rara looked at her son full of probing.

"Mother already has a chef at home. If you want to eat Desi's cooking, just come here." Reply Alfian firmly. "After all, what if the servant who replaced his cooking Desi didn't match my tongue?" Alfian asked back.

"Yes, you just go home. So you can eat Desi's cooking." Mother turned over the advice of Alfian.

Alfian snorted, Rara had always wanted Alfian to stay with them. But after leading one of their owned companies, Alfian chose to be independent because the distance from the apartment to the office is not too far away.

"Mother use Desi to force me home?" Alfian immediately mentioned the crux of the matter.

"No." Mother Rara replied casually. "Mother does love the food that Desi cooks and also the cake made." Rara lied. Actually he just wanted to tease Alfian.

"Then, we ask Bik Ira who lives here. All this time you've been matching Bik Ira's cooking." Proposed Father Sultan, supporting the pity of the Wife.

"No, Alfian just wants Desi."

"Why?" Mrs Rara urged.

"There is no specific reason. Alfian fits the same way Desi works."

Rara's shoulders slumped. He thought he could pressure Alfian to open up. Turns out the result is nil.

Yeah.yeah.yes. Desi stay here." Finally, Madam Rara gave up.

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