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Verda squirmed softly as she opened her eyes. He woke up with no Vedra by his side. Apparently the man had woken up first. Verda felt her body was much fresher once she woke up from her nap.

Verda got out of bed, holding on to the wall of the room as she opened the door by sliding it.

Vedra is busy cooking in the kitchen. The man deftly stirred up the contents of the pot which smelled so indulgent to the smell.

"Verda, you're up, you want to take a shower?" ask Vedra.

"Hmm, I took a shower this afternoon" Verda said.

"Oh so," Vedra nodded slowly. "But I think you should take another shower. My body smells of the sun and must have polluted your body" Vedra continued.

"What do you mean, Ved?" verda asked pretending she didn't understand what Vedra meant.

Vedra gulped her saliva, there was guilt because she had fallen asleep while hugging Verda.

"Hmm, Verda, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hug you, I fell asleep. I do fall asleep easily when I feel comfortable" Vedra explained.

"You hugged me? When?" ask Verda to pretend.

"Eh, oh, no! Do you want to eat now? I'll prepare!" sahut Vedra diverts talks.

Vedra really felt wronged, waking up in a state of tightly hugging Verda who was also asleep certainly made her panic on her own.

What if Verda thinks it's presumptuous? What if Verda gets to report it to the police on sexual harassment charges?

That thought made Vedra take the initiative to apologize first. But seeing Verda who seemed unaware of the act of Vedra who was so presumptuous to embrace him, Vedra became embarrassed himself.

"Hmm, I think it's better to take a shower before eating" Verda said.

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As soon as she finished taking a bath and changed clothes, Verda immediately headed to the dining table.

Vedra gets Verda a bowl of tofu soup and eggs along with mixed vegetables.

"Do you want rice?" ask Vedra.

"May, half a portion only," Verda replied.

Verda commented on her smile, for some reason she felt happy because Vedra really served her as if the man was a butler aka a personal servant.

They immediately ate quietly.

"You seem to be good at cooking, Ved," Verda said as she tasted the soup in her bowl.

"Can't be called clever, I cook so there's something to eat. The ability to cook is a skill that must be possessed by everyone to be able to survive," Vedra explained at length.

"Oh wow, you explained it as if you were a survivor who managed to escape after being trapped for decades from a remote island alone," Verda chuckled.

"As a person who has been wandering since graduating Junior High, away from relatives and parents, who else can I rely on besides myself?" said Vedra.

"'Oh, waw! I'm impressed!" Verda's tone sounded mocking.

Verda put the soup back in her mouth. All day it seemed like his tongue was spoiled by the cooking cooked by Vedra.

"Ved, do you cook for your girlfriend too often?" ask Verda.

"I never cook for my beloved" replied Vedra.

"That means, am I the first woman to eat your cooking?" ask Verda.

"Hmm, yes, it seems so," said Vedra.

Verda commented on her smile, for some reason she suddenly felt happy.

"Lantas, why don't you ever cook for your girlfriend?" ask Verda

"Hmm, because it's only them who cook for me," Vedra replied quickly.

The smile on Verda's face gradually disappeared, the feeling of pleasure she had just felt instantly vanished. It was as if the flower garden blooming in his heart had to be crushed by a strayed elephant.

"Well, thanks for the food" Verda said.

"Verda, your food is still left" Vedra said.

"I'm full" said Verda.

"It's a shame to waste such food" Vedra said.

"Well, my name is full! If forced, I can vomit!" sahut Verda's.

Verda returns to the room while Vedra finally eats Verda's leftover food due to feeling affectionate with food that is not eaten.

The rice was bought with money, cooked into rice in the children who consumed electricity. Not to mention the cooking of Vedra ingredients purchased using money, can not ask for free in the market. Plus the time and energy spent cooking. What a loss to waste food, that is the principle of Vedra.

...*****...

Verda still frowned, for some reason he continued to feel annoyed to hear Vedra's confession that the man actually often ate the cooking cooked by his lover.

"Basic, greedy men! The eater!" Verda grieves.

Verda's eyes returned to the man's wardrobe. Some nights Verda did not resume the search for photo cards that might be hidden by Vedra.

Verda approached the man's wardrobe and restarted the search. The last time he checked the cupboard, Vedra caught him. Verda seemed to have found something among the pile of clothes belonging to Vedra.

Verda tried to remember, which shelf made her find the thing. Rather than bother searching from the beginning again.

Verda was second-guessing, her choice falling on the middle shelf. His hands began to infiltrate among the pile of clothes belonging to Vedra. Verda grinned as her hand touched something at the bottom of the shelf. Slowly Verda pulled the object, not to scatter neatly arranged clothes.

"Aah!" Verda was excited when he managed to pull out the object he found.

It's just that the object turned out not to be the photo card sought by Verda. Verda held her breath when she saw the 4x6 photo, set in blue with the object of Vedra with a woman who was none other than Silvia.

"Damn it, I think it's Jehun's photo card! It turned out to be a photo of the man with his lover," muttered Verda.

Verda sneered at Silvia's big smile that looked so happy. Silvia and Vedra wore white shirts that were commonly used as clothing for the purpose of marriage administration.

"The guy just asked for my picture, but he still keeps his picture in his wardrobe. You playboy dragonfly broke!" verda gumam.

Verda returned the photo to its place. Somehow he felt annoyed, therefore, Verda moved the photo to the bottom shelf. However, then Verda's left hand took the photo out of the closet and put it into a narrow gap that was under the closet.

...*****...

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Vivie had prepared the souvenirs requested by her brother. There is a bright orange beach dress, bag, and slippers model gladiator without rights that is the choice of sister Vivie.

"Vie, look," Bian said, showing Vivie his salary.

"What's up, Bi?" ask Vivie.

"In my office group is talking about the problem of my boss who is looking for a mate" said Bian.

"Oh, Bi, do you really think you're going to include Verda?" ask Vivie.

"Vie, Verda's sister is so sexy. The kind of woman my boss used to date," Bian replied.

"Bi, I'm sorry, but I think it's better not to arrange an arranged marriage for Verda."

"Vie, this is my boss looking for a wife. Imagine if my boss chose Verda to be his wife, I would be my Boss' sister-in-law. Isn't that a wonderful thing?"

"Bi, isn't your boss a heavy playboy who changes women like clothes? When did you have the heart to match Verda with a man like that?" ask Vivie.

"Vie, my boss is not a playboy, he is just looking for the right woman to accompany him" replied Bian.

Vivie put on a frowning face.

"Vie, let's try it first, the decision is in the hands of my boss. Think of it like following a giveaway," concluded Bian.

...*****...