
Khanza finally came home, before coming home he stopped by the supermarket, shopping as needed. Finished shopping he hurried home. Upon arrival at the apartment, Khanza immediately struggled in the kitchen he prepared the ingredients he would cook.
Before cooking, Khanza cleaned his body first because the time has shown at 15:40, he quickly ended the bathing ritual. After taking a shower and putting on clothes, she returned to the kitchen and started cooking.
Just an hour and a half he finished his cooking, finished it finally Khanza can rest his body that feels achy. He stretched his muscles, then started turning on the television, he watched his favorite show.
Whether cape or indeed sleepy Khanza overslept, he did not know that Rubby had come home from the office. Rubby went into his apartment, heard the sound of TV and looked at Khanza, the girl asleep on the couch.
Rubby just shook his head.
"Based on the boy" said Rubby, Rubby turned off the still-lit tv. Let Khanza sleep there, for he will go into the room. The apartment has only one room.
Rubby cleaned his body first, finished bathing and wearing clothes, then he woke Khanza. But Rubby did not have the heart to wake him, he saw the face fixed. Not pretty, but sweet.
Khanza squirmed, yawning. Suddenly he woke up, Khanza was not aware of Rubby sitting in the chair next to him.
"What time is this?" khanza asked himself, he also saw a clock attached to the wall, either still dizzy or what, Khanza yleng and fortunately there was Rubby. So Rubby caught the tiny body.
"Be careful, Khanza."
Khanza was shocked by Rubby's sudden appearance, what's more about their position. Khanza was in Rubby's lap, aware of it, Khanza hurried down.
"Sorry, Sir. I was a little dizzy probably woke up suddenly, sorry I overslept" Khanza said.
"It's almost magrib, you shouldn't be sleeping."
"Yes, sorry," Khanza said. But he had no intention of sleeping.
"I'll excuse you, sir." Khanza passed, the girl went to the room, took out the clothes in the room. Khanza can't sleep one room with Rubby, right?
And Rubby saw Khanza while carrying his big bag that was confirmed to be Khanza's clothes.
"Where are you going?" ask Rubby.
"Not anywhere, I'll just keep it here" Khanza replied as he placed the large bag in the corner of the sofa.
"Will I eat now? I'll warm the food."
Rubby nods, gets a nod from Rubby, Khanza goes to the kitchen. While Rubby, the man plays his postel, he looks at the picture of his wife on the phone screen.
"What are you doing, Jihan? Why is your phone not active." Rubby contacted his wife several times but was always out of reach.
"Master, the food is ready" Khanza said. But Rubby didn't seem to hear it, he was too busy staring at his wife's picture.
"Master," call Khanza a second time, a second call, and Rubby hears it.
"Ah yes, Khanza."
"The food is ready."
Rubby got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen, sat down on the dining table chair and began to enjoy the food.
"Here, accompany me to eat, you must not have eaten." Somehow Rubby started to be good to Khanza when he hated Seno. Is it because Khanza isn't Seno's son he's being nice to her?
Finally Khanza sat his body in the chair, their positions facing each other. Rubby looked towards Khanza, if the girl was Jihan, surely Rubby would be very happy. Eating together with his beloved wife, but it was just wishful thinking. Jihan no longer cared about him.
"What do you want to eat? Let me get it ready?" khanza asked, but Rubby was dumb, looking at Khanza but blank.
"Sir."
"Yes, Khanza. I just remember the on-," he said disconnected, he couldn't possibly say that his household was no good to a snot boy like Khanza. How to understand the girl will be her household problems.
"On the wife, sir," guessed Khanza.
Rubby shook his head, he couldn't possibly say it even if it was true.
"Oh, we eat. Where's plates?" Rubby didn't see the plate on the table.
"This, Sir." Khanza gave his plate that already had rice and side dishes.
"Thank you."
They also eat together. After eating, Khanza cleaned the dirty dishes and washed them. Done it, Khanza no longer know what to do, feel awkward there is Rubby apartment owner. Khanza wants to lie in bed, but that's impossible. So what Khanza did, he went to the balcony staring at the star that started to appear on the surface of the sky.
Rubby saw Khanza there, he approached him.
"The air here is not good, come in" Rubby said.
"It's cold, sir. In me the rage," kelit Khanza. But that's just common sense.
"Is he disturbed by my existence?" inner Rubby. A few minutes later, Rubby's phone rang. He saw who had called him, and it turned out that Wira had contacted him.
"What's up, Ra?" rubby answered on that connection. Rubby glanced briefly at Khanza, then he went inside to chat with Wira.
"I'm going to the club, aren't you?" bring Hero.
Feeling bored, Rubby also agreed to the invitation of the Hero. Shortly after the connection ended, he paid first to Khanza.
"Khanza, I'll go. You're fine here" Rubby said. And is owned by Khanza.
Rubby oun came out of the apartment, while Khanza, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. He can go to the room and lay his body there, already used to being alone, Khanza no longer feel afraid.
"It's a good thing he didn't spend the night here" Khanza said, laying down his body on a bed, lying down while playing his cell phone. He saw his social media, in his medos there was a post of a beautiful model who was on the rise, and the beautiful model was Jihan. Khanza did not know that the model was Rubby's wife, curious about another post. Khanza pressed propyl belonging to that model, he saw some pictures there.
His eyes widened when he saw Rubby's picture there. So good with that model.
"Is this Mr Rubby's wife? Isn't this model on the rise? It's out of town." Khanza then found out why Rubby had asked him to cook, but the man was alone and no one noticed. So Khanza took a little pity on that guy.
But yeah, that's none of his business. Khanza stopped picking up his phone, because the girl was sleepy. Khanza started going to dreamland. A few hours later someone broke into the apartment, staggering the man into the room.
And, brak. His body landed directly on the bed.
Seriate.