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Episode 47's

"Kimyras!!"

Without guilt the girl rubbed her eyes and turned her head to look at Rich with a smile. "Son Rich's home yet?"

He woke up and collected half his life that had not yet returned. He leaned back on the sofa and frowned when he found Rich's hardened face staring at him.

"What are you doing, Kimy!"

"Huh? Did what?"

"Do what you say? Look how this house is ruined because of you!"

"Sister Rich didn't have to scream like that. I'll clean it up later, too."

"No words later. Now hurry up and clean up and get back neat!"

Again Rich had to speak in a high tone. After that, go to the room. Before entering the room, the man turned back and said, "I don't want to know. As soon as I get back out later tonight .. The house should be as clean and tidy as before. And again ... You also have to prepare dinner for me."

Not yet Kimy replied, Rich has disappeared behind the door darting into his room.

Kimy was disappointed. Rich came instead of giving a warm welcome, which there was a man who could only get angry. Kimy turned his head to the left and to the right and the girl grimaced at how messed up the house was. Rich was angry with him.

Huft. Breathing out a long breath. The girl began to gather her spirit to begin to clean up the mess she made herself.

Percolating the origin of his hair painted gray brown, then crouched down and picked up one by one the plastic wrap of food and snacks that he had just eaten. Put into the big plastic. Stereo foam used lunch also he put it in a plastic bag and out of the house throw it into the trash. Not just getting there. The taste of food was also a drink he wiped clean. Sweeping the floor at once mopping. It was a huge drain this afternoon. Sweat also began to wet the clothes he was wearing. Aged to be the son of Rega and Firza, where Kimy once helped clean his house. She never did because her parents never told Kimy to do it. Even his bedroom that is always messy can still use Kimy to sleep without being disturbed in the slightest by the many items scattered on the mattress. Only rely on a maid or mama who will clean her room. It's just that when he was in Korea for two years, little Kimy was still willing to clean up his residence. The rest there is a cleaning service that handles everything.

And now, Kimy is really required to be independent in order to do anything alone. If you don't want to see Rich who glares creepily if you're angry at him.

The girl dropped her body on the carpet while wiping the sweat also normalized her breathing. It's just cleaning the house that's not how big. Yeah, God. It feels like being a wife. Kimy wanted to cry. But he's holding it. She agreed to marry Rich first. Turns out having a handsome husband is not a fun thing because his Rich sister could torture him like this. Apart from his parents, he went into the crocodile cage.

Just now Kimy wanted to relax for a moment, but when his tail was staring at the clock stuck on the wall showing at five in the afternoon, the girl's hustle moved because she remembered the husband's order. Netra Kimy stared at the door of Rich's room that was still closed. Before the man gets out, Kimy has to cook dinner.

If cooking Kimy doesn't mind. It's easy to cook simple meals. Sometimes laziness alone becomes a barrier when he wants to dwell in the kitchen.

Go to the fridge and open it. Not much stuff there. Yesterday at the transfer Mama Nabila did fill her refrigerator with some various foods for fear of her child starving. It's just that most of it was him and Rich eating yesterday.

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At seven o'clock Rich's out of the room. The man slept a few hours after coming home from work. Because his emotions and anger at Kimy can only be muted by sleeping. And when he came back out tonight, his sharp eyes began to go around checking if the house was clean and tidy again after Kimy managed to mess it up.

Rich can breathe a sigh of relief. At least Kimy was willing to obey his orders. The sofa and the table are no longer litter scattered everywhere. The man walked towards the dining room. On the table there is also a dinner that smells good appetizing. She once ate Kimyra's cooking and did not disappoint her taste. Hopefully the food that is now in session can still be at peace with his tongue.

Why is the house so quiet. Where is his wife now. It was impossible to also run away from home after he was angry, right?

Again Rich's head had to look around the entire room until his footsteps approached Kimy's room. Rich put his ears close to the door trying to hear the sounds from inside. However, there was no result until the man decided to knock on the door.

"Kimy! You're in there?"

There is no lawfulness. Rich was disappointed. Again, he held out his hand to knock on the door. "Kimya!"

This time the voice that Rich shouted was a little loud than the one before.

Chequek. Door opens. Kimy appeared with a towel wrapped around his head.

"Right with Rich. Hobby screaming."

Rich was silent for a moment when the smell of soap and shampoo Kimy wore was out in his sense of smell. Apparently the girl was taking a shower.

"You called me yourself, why not answer? So don't blame me for yelling like this "

"I'm taking a shower, brother. What's up again? I have cleaned the house. I also prepared food. Is there anything lacking "

Rich gulped. "none. I'm waiting in the dining room."

Afterwards, Rich passed away leaving Kimy who was still pecking at the doorway of the room.

The girl muttered. "Right. I have a husband that is so strange. What dreams did I have, ck."

He rushed back into the room to get ready. If until Rich waited for him too long .. angry again just makes Kimy's head dizzy. I don't know, what Kimy's life will be like in the future if he continues to face Rich whose hobby is angry is not clear so.