My boyfriend is too lazy

CHAPTER 14 - His girlfriend

"We've arrived."

Diah raised his head and saw the two-story house in front of his eyes, the house was painted ivory white that looks simple and minimalist. There was a large tree planted near the pond and the leaves fell from the wind. A medium-sized pool with a spilled jar-shaped fountain looks suitable to decorate it. The fish swim in a pool that looks clear and clear once often cleaned.

Not far from the pool there are some plants and flowers that are neatly arranged to look comfortable if viewed. There are even bushes that grow roses that look beautiful and make anyone want to approach them to just touch or capture them in photos.

Not to forget there is also a gazebo that can be used to relax and enjoy the scenery, natural stones are neatly arranged as a road so that they will not step on the grass below. Whoever designed a house like this made Diah want to meet him, because this house is very close to his dream house.

Diah clucked in admiration and was unaware of Rifan's gaze. "You like it?" he asked with a small smile and then opened the gate.

Diah nodded and looked towards the small garden once more. "Who designed this park?"

"My bus" answered Rifan briefly.

"Is your mother a designer? He was very good at designing houses and parks" Diah said. "I love the layout, there is no impression of luxury and glamour despite having a spacious and two-story page, I love a house like this."

Rifan raised his smile after hearing Diah's words."Thank God you like it so we don't have to make another house" Rifan said slowly and then lowered Diah.

"What did you just say?" Diah could not hear his words clearly because he was too focused on the park.

"Nothing." Rifan smiled then opened the door with a key. "Let's go in!" He immediately hugged Diah's waist and brought her in without her consent.

Diah resignedly let Rifan take him, after all he could not fight him and would only waste energy.

"Is your family home?" Diah felt embarrassed if she had to visit someone else's house at this hour especially this is Rifan's house.

Unwittingly Diah Rifan's expression turned vicious and hateful yet she immediately controlled herself. "I live alone" he said, gritting his teeth.

Diah is unaware of Rifan's changing emotions and instead focuses on the interior design of her home. "In him it's better than the outside" he said unknowingly and ignored Rifan.

Rifan sits Diah down on the couch and goes to pick up a P3K box, intending to change Diah's bandage and see if his wound has improved. It has a strong enough selep cure bruises even though it will hurt if used.

He does not often live here because he has to live in a dormitory, he left this house to be taken care of by a domestic assistant who has worked for a long time. He trusted the housekeeper because he had been working in this house since he had not been born and was still loyal. So he can calmly live his school as well as the business he pioneered from behind the scenes.

"Eh Rifan you're home?"

Suddenly a middle-aged woman's voice came from behind her body and Rifan immediately greeted her. "Bok Well good morning," he said politely.

"Again the school holidays?" The middle-aged woman placed the grass scissors on the table. "Had breakfast? Want to make some food?"

Mbok Nah is a domestic assistant who has worked with his mother's family since a long time ago, after Rifan returned to this city mbok Nah directly approached him and he was willing to work to maintain this house, she doesn't mind if her salary is smaller than it used to be because she already has a husband who meets her primary needs.

But the memories in this house were very firmly attached to his mind and he could not forget them, so that when he saw the gate of this house open once again he immediately entered and saw Rifan who was standing alone in front of the door with his suitcase. Her maternal heart was nudged and she was willing to help Rifan take care of this house, after all her mother's family had helped her a lot in the past and she had to pay the favor now.

"Well, what a pity, when I bought shrimp from the market." Mbok Nah sighed, Rifan is very fond of processed dishes from shrimp, especially crispy fried shrimp.

"Saturday and Sunday I'll be at home, mbok Well can cook shrimp." Rifan smiled as he recalled the Nah mbok cuisine which had a taste quite similar to his mother's cooking.

"Alright I'll cook it," said Nah happy because Rifan rarely returned to this house since he entered High School.

Rifan nodded then said farewell to mbok Nah, Diah is already waiting in the living room and she has to change her bandages.

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Diah was still busy staring at the design of the house until he did not realize the departure of Rifan, he moved from the sofa and walked closer to the wooden carved wall that looks artistic and elegant so he wanted to touch it. He was amazed once again when he felt the smooth texture in his hands and did not feel any dust at all, it seemed like this house was very routinely cleaned.

Diah did not stay still, he immediately moved from place to place to admire the house to forget the pain in his legs. Her admiration was greater than the pain and she could not help but touch everything in this house that was very similar to her dream home. Looks like he has to work hard to get a house like this.

Rifan frowned when he did not see Diah on the sofa, he circulated his gaze and his gaze fell on the curtain that hid the tiny body that was staring out the window. He clucked in annoyance then walked over to Diah, it seemed like the little cat really could not calm down for a moment.

"Ahhh.." Diah almost fell from the window but there was a strong hand that was holding her waist, she turned to the side and saw Rifan looking at her while frowning her forehead.

"Can't obey" said Rifan.

Diah bit her lips and straightened her up, like a child who made a mistake and stared at the floor while playing her finger.

Rifan sighed then picked up Diah like a child and sat her on the sofa, she knelt in front of him then removed the bandage slowly.

Diah looked at Rifan who was changing bandages with a reddened face when he saw that his bruises were getting worse even though he did not feel pain, but the moment Rifan touched his bruise strongly he immediately screamed and gave a sharp look to him.

"Damn sick!" angry talk.

"Have you learned to curse?" Rifan ignored Diah's response and applied the selep on his bruise. "Hold it."

Diah bit her lips firmly and held back the groans of pain when the selep was applied to her bruise, it was initially cold and cool but suddenly there was a sense of squeaking on her skin like being gnawed by thousands of ants. He could only bite his hand to soak up the pain.

"Hold on a minute, these slabs might hurt but you'll heal quickly." Rifan did not stare at Diah and continued to apply seleps on his bruises, he knew Diah was in pain but he had to do it so that he would recover quickly.

Mbok Nah came out of the backyard when he heard a scream, he almost ran into the living room and gasped in shock when he saw Rifan kneeling in front of a woman while touching his feet. He held back the sound of wanting to come out and not intending to surprise them, he went back into the kitchen quietly and gave a suspicious look towards them.

This was the first time Rifan had brought someone else into this house, was that woman his girlfriend?

- TBC