Love My Doctor Husband

FRIED RICE MADE BY KIRAN

Rangga swung his two legs through one rung of the stairs, as his two legs went down the stairs - towards the floor carry. Two legs that had been stepped on the ground floor, immediately Rangga swing who brought his body, towards the dining room.

"Good morning Sir," said Doni the Secretary, when he found the existence of Rangga Wijaya in the dining room.

"Good morning." replied Rangga, pulling out a chair, and landing his body there.

Rangga spread his gaze in all directions, after arriving there the handsome man did not find the woman, who had just become his Wife.

"Where is he, Doni?" asked Rangga suddenly, who defended the silence after a few minutes no one made a sound.

"What do you mean Miss Kiran?" asked Doni to confirm what the Master asked.

Rangga painted a fake smile, finding his Secretary's incomprehension with his questions.

"Of course he is! Who else is it."

"I'm sorry, sir, who doesn't understand what you mean. Miss Kiran has already left for work."

The two Rangga clutched, focusing more on his eyes, on Doni when he heard what he said.

"Have you left for work?" asked Rangga to make sure, his Secretary's answer.

"Yes, Sir! Miss Kiran had already left for work, and had just left, a few minutes ago."

Silence struck, after the answer was thrown from the lips of his Secretary, just now. That memory brought him back to what happened last night. Kiran was so shocked, and also disappointed when she threw a contract marriage at the woman.

She knew Kiran loved her so much, but her affection was only for her late wife, and she used the girl's innocence, to avoid this matchmaking. There was guilt, but she quickly went against it, in order to keep divorcing Kiran after one year, this marriage.

"No! Why am I thinking about him? Isn't this better? For our relationship, not so close. Because one year later, I will divorce her, yes it still ends in divorce," Rangga's bathin tried to convince herself.

The fragrance spread until it reached the dining room. Rangga let out a long breath, inhaling the fragrance that came from the distinctive aroma of food.

The face turned, and there he found his housekeeper Ijah, holding a tray where there was a plate of fried rice.

"Good morning, sir." said Ijah, smiling, putting the fried rice right in front of the Master.

Rangga's two eyes seemed so focused, on the dish before his eyes. Without him noticing, the luda was swallowed, looking at the beautiful look of fried rice in front of him, which was very evocative as bright as it was.

Without saying any more, Rangga immediately reached out to the fork, as well as the spoon that was in front of him, and inserted the fried rice, into his mouth.

"You're getting smarter, cooking Ijah! I want you to make the same fried rice for me tomorrow again, like this," said Rangga, continuing to put the fried rice in his mouth.

"If you want more, you can just ask him directly,"

Rangga stopped his eating activities, with his eyes glared at his housemaid.

"Is there a new Servant, working in this house?" ask Rangga who is trying to guess.

"No Sir! There's no new waiter in this house."

"Who made it? If it wasn't you."

"Miss, Master"

"Kiran??"

"Yes, Miss Kiran made that fried rice for you. Before leaving for work, Miss still had time, to make you breakfast."

Rangga let out his long, tight breath hit the chest, hearing what his housekeeper had just said.

"I've hurt her so much, but she's still good to me, even still had time to make me fried rice" Rangga murmured inwardly.

"Master...You're fine," said Ijah suddenly defending the man's daydreams instantly.

"I'm fine."

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Info:

Sorry, I just went on with the story.

Honestly, I feel that the storyline I made was wrong, so it makes me confused how to end this novel.

But I'll try, finish the story, and I'm sorry to let you guys down.

And I had to learn the story back, because the plot had forgotten me, so it was a little up.

ONCE AGAIN SORRY.