My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

I'll give you the Wolf

“Pagi ... Tete Esih ...,” greeting Naja to a woman in her forties who is busy cooking in the kitchen. Teteh Esih is the housekeeping assistant at Kira's house. He used to come here to clean the house and wash, although more often only clean the house every two days.

“Eh Eneng .. why go down by yourself? Call teteh only, the blind man what ...,” Esih left his job and approached Naja who was still half way on the stairs. He reached out to help Naja down.

“I have not papa kok, Teh .. can walk alone too, any bored ‘kan if in the room continue?” Naja clasped Esih's hand tightly and followed him somewhat cautiously.

“Stay, later it will be same Mas Excel, if you do not obey it ..” Esih remembered clearly Excel messages that maybe ten times he told him. That Naja should not move and act excessively, that Naja has not recovered and still must be monitored.

“She won't know, Tea ... have it ...,” Naja takes off her hand and walks alone to the bar table.

“Eh ... uh ... Eneng ... be careful ...,” Esih caught up with Naja worriedly, he kept watch with his hands around Naja's body. If - if Naja falls, he is ready to catch him. Wholeheartedly, Esih carried out the trust that had been placed on his shoulders.

Naja rubbed his forehead so upset with Esih's excessive behavior. Naja immediately sat his body in the high chair that he used to wear for breakfast.

“What cooks? Looks like the smell is a bit charred ..” chirps Naja.

Esih gasped until both of her eyes widened perfectly. “Duh Gusti ...,” he immediately scattered his run towards the stove. And stir the spoon on the pan that has not filled anything, even the flame is not there yet.

Naja chuckled as he saw Esih panicked and confused. Esih had since gone up and down checking the fire that was not burning while muttering.

“Ngga gosong kok, Neng .. gas abis possible ..” he said plain while turning towards Naja.

“Indeed, Tea ... and indeed do not cook what2 ...,” replied Naja in between his laughter. He shut his mouth occasionally and hit the bar table hard. It's funny about this one.

“Eneng ngerjain teteh again?” ask her with a face.

“The reason is too much for me, even though I am okay.” Naja stopped his laughter forcefully, felt bad for the elderly who had been too good and patiently faced the behavior of children in the Harris Dirgantara family, plus his son-in-law who was infected with ignorance. He grabbed the milk that had been stuck in front of him and flushed his throat that felt dry because of his laughter just now. Chugging it to the toilet.

“Mas Excel is not too much to order teteh like that, but Eneng who is often careless and hasty, he just keep watch, Neng .. duly Eneng appreciate it ... teteh look earlier Mas Excel like not so willing to leave the cuddle at home alone.” The story of Esih is long.

Naja was stunned, correctly examining Esih's words just now. The hand that was originally stretched out to grab the toast, he pulled it back.

“Since you moved house, Mas Excel always told you to do all the housework, do not let Eneng who is tired of working all day still have to clean up the house ...,” Naja is getting dumbfounded hearing this. Yes ... indeed he never did homework but he thought, still here because of the orders of his mother-in-law, not Excel who asked.

Naja biting his lips to hold haru, he just knew that Excel had been caring about him all this time. Maybe he should thank her properly. Naja's smile grew doubtful as he looked at Esih who was still faithful to look at him.

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Night crawled, the moon again occupied the throne replacing the sun with its shady rays. However, the shade of the moon can not be enjoyed by a woman who is sticking a cellphone in her hand. His chin was supported by a hand resting on one of his thighs. It seems like something in the sophisticated object is more exciting than looking up at the sky or moment bathing in the soothing moonlight.

He was so engrossed that he gasped as a sturdy arm grabbed his shoulder on the other side. He brought his gaze towards the end of the hand that was so pointed and long. Judging by the scent and shape of the hand she knew exactly who the owner of the hand was, as soon as the blink of an eye, she turned in the opposite direction to meet her husband.

Excel was waiting for his wife to turn and intended to surprise him with a kiss. And ....

Naja closed her eyes as she almost bumped into her husband's face instead of fusing her lips. But it seems that his cheek still did not survive the Excel attack that made his heart jump.

“Ugh ... You surprised me!” stopping Excel's movements with his palm, Naja threw away his face. However, Excel even kissed Naja's hand with anxiety. Biting the tip of Naja's fingers which instead makes Naja interpret differently.

“Why do you come home once a night?” ask Naja while pulling her hand. He tried to divert whatever he was feeling now by trying to be ordinary.

Excel's head turned toward the clock perched on the wall. “You're scared at home?”

“Not really ... What am I afraid of?” He stood up and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

“You missed me, huh?” Excel went and followed Naja, half-hunting.

“Pastilah ... If I miss Ai, you will definitely be angry.” Naja's hand grabbed a box of tea and wiggled in front of Excel, in exchange for a word to offer her husband.

Excel nodded, “Rinduced the married man alone .. I will not feel rivaled, after all ..” Excel approached and grabbed the waist of Naja who was behind him. “... I've got your heart .. the whole.”

He kissed Naja's hair which was tied high and formed a knot with a pencil as a skewer. Such beautiful brown hair when she was strung.

“Ck .. it's because I gave it to him .. You never got it.” He gave the order of retreat as he was about to brew such an abundant herbal tea in Naja's storage cabinet.

“No matter ... The important thing now is that I'm not afraid anymore you're turning away from me.” Excel, who complied with his wife's will, immediately sat in the high chair where Naja chatted with Esih Tea.

Naja tossed the steaming cup of tea in front of her husband. He held his chin with both hands. “Not just heart...”

Excel, who received the cup and began to sip it, momentarily glanced at his wife from the oblique corner of the cup. That innocent face looked adorable with an expression that was about to say something serious.

“Anything you ask ... I'll give you.” Thinning the lips to form a smile full of wilting. Both of his eyes narrowed, covering up the awkward feeling because the chatter he said sounded ridiculous.

Excel nearly choked on the tea he was sipping, so he quickly put the cup on his mat again. His lips let out a voiceless laugh in response to his wife. “I didn't ask for anything Na .. just accompany me and don't ever think go away from me.”

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