My Sweet Roommate's

The Troubler

This is where Joana now, in the kitchen, comes face to face with a burning stove. He did not think the man's request was a portion of food that could be eaten. Still ringing in Joana's mind, how soft the sentence and the way the man spoke when asking for help.

“Joana, I'm hungry. Can you cook something for me? suppose, you reimburse the cost of my scratched car door, with a plate of food.”

that's what Alva said earlier, with a clear face. Joana can what. She's putting her cooking skills out tonight, for the stranger. Oh no, for the big boss who lives with him.Forced the girl to sing the onion, red onion, garlic and chili and others to prepare a plate of stir-fried noodles that are often cooked if you are reluctant to eat rice.

“Hatchim.” Jona sneezed, it's been the last time. Her nose was hot and itchy, a sign that the flu was about to hit her.

While Joana was cooking, someone was watching her carefully. Daster the doraemon motif really makes Alva ticklish.

Is he a son of the sd? I still like to wear that.

“Are you okay?” alva asked the woman when she heard Joana sneezing a few times. No, it's not a form of attention, Alva assures her.

“My food, do not get exposed to the virus.” stressed the man. Let's say he does not know himself, has asked to be promoted these nights, but even a lot of protest.

“Sorry Sir, I guarantee the food is safe,” replied Joana as she was. His head began to dizzy and throb, there was no more energy and strength if the man behind him asked him to argue.

A few minutes later, a plate of fried noodles was served. Joana serves it very neatly complete with cucumbers and crackers, like food served in a cafe.

“This Sir,” said Joana.

“Only one, you?”

Joana shakes. “I ate earlier.”

Feeling that her task was done, Joan stepped out of Alva.

“You want to sleep?” ask the man again.

Joana sighed in annoyance, why not finish her business with this man?

“Iya Sir, my head is dizzy,” lamented.

“Oke please break.”

Alva wanted to enjoy her food in the dining room. However, he undoes his intention considering the night is getting late and the atmosphere is getting quieter. He chose to eat in the room, not forgetting to bring a glass.

Joana had already entered the room, accompanied by the sound of the door being half slammed.

“Oh so, he's not sincere masakin me?” groused Alva.

In the room, Alva turned on the television, with almost maximum volume. He did not like the atmosphere that was too quiet. Back in Indonesia, the atmosphere is very different. When he was in Uncle Sam's country, he was never lonely because there were always friends who played to his apartment, whether it was a boy friend or girl friend. Alva never felt lonely.

“True grandma.” muttered the man, after tasting a mouthful of fried noodles made by Joana. “She's smart cook.” Alva smiled faintly, enjoying the food.

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Alva wakes up to the sound of an alarm that is always set every morning. The man immediately opened his eyes, looking for an AC remote to turn it off. She put on her sandals and walked towards the window, opening the window of her room as wide as possible to breathe in the cool morning air, especially after it rains.

The man hoped that after he left the room and prepared his work clothes, there would be breakfast and a cup of coffee served at the dinner table. Alva patted her forehead for a moment, to make her mind up.

Wish it was the same? would he do that well?

After bathing and getting dressed, Alva put on her tie smartly. He's good at doing that himself.

Ting!

His phone rang there was a notification of a short message from a number he did not keep.

[Sir, janga until it's too late. We have coffee morning with investors 😉]

“Oh, dia.” muttered Alva. Although not yet save the number, but Alva can already know who it is. Judging from his profile picture it was Zea, his secretary.

[yes]

Alva only replies briefly with one word and two letters.

The man exited the room excitedly, but what he got was a quiet atmosphere with no one outside. His eyes went straight to the kitchen, no one. Alva walked towards the dining table, empty. Even the remains of Joana cooking last night are still scattered there.

“Where is he? really slovenly woman,” grumbled Alva look at the kitchen that is still scattered. There are onion skins, noodle packs, and egg shells.

“You want to be this house if it is inhabited by women like him? ckckck.” Alva shook her head, leaving the kitchen, unable to see her.

Bbrruuuakk

“What else is it?!” alva grumbled, as he drove his car backwards to get out of the garage. Because he was in a hurry, he no longer saw the situation around.

The man got out of his car again, and behold, a black motor matic was lying right behind his car, with the hood of his right part cracked and broken.

“JOANAAAA!!” shout Alva.

The trouble maker. Just one day not dealing with him, could it be?

The man grumbled as he walked back to Joana's room.

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When did they get along🙈