So TKW
Section 18
Once everything is ready, I immediately put it in the tray. Then take her to the living room.
"Please, sir" I put the snack on the table. Then I immediately left, when I saw the tail of Abdul Ro'uf's eyes glancing at me. Cobalt.
"Thank you, yes, Noorah" Mr. Khaber smiled and grabbed a cup of coffee. I looked back, then nodded, afraid of being disrespectful. He and his wife paid me.
The legs were still in the living room when I heard Abdul Ro'uf's voice.
"It looks like I'm going to break up with Laila" she said, deliberately hardened, to hear. I stopped stepping, though,
but urung, because I was standing next to my master's room, Madam Adeeba.
"Yes Noorah, is that you?" ask from the main room. It surprised me who was silent.
"Yes, madam. I'm here" I replied. Removes stiffness.
"Come in" I opened the door of the room that was not closed tightly, then stepped slowly into the private room of my master.
"Yes madam, what's wrong?"
"Can you get me a drink and all the medicine?" I smiled and then nodded. A moment later I forgot what medicine I should take. Back to turning direction.
"What medicine is madam?"
"Medicine headache" madam Adeeba held her head, as if she was in pain.
Not long after, I immediately went to the kitchen to get what he asked for. Then go back to his room.
When I came out of the room I saw that Mr. Khaber was giving advice to his sister-in-law.
Several times Mr. Khaber patted Abdul Ro'uf on the shoulder.
I'm speechless. Who does he mean that? I immediately went to the kitchen, cleaned dishes, and prepared the need for sahur later, although it was still a long time. I don't want Abdul Ro'uf's words to affect me. I'm good to find a rush soon. Although it's still midnight.
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The dishwasher is done. Just prepare the ingredients to be cooked.
This time I prepare meat and rice, all of which I will cook and become a typical middle eastern food. Nasi kebuli. There are several other menus as well, including I will make taboulleh, a type of typical Arabic salad, there is also a mutabbak type martabak telor if in Indonesia.
In addition, I will also make some juice and drinks typical arabic, such as typical arabic tea, and sobia. And for his own dessert I will make kulpi and baklapa.
This dish is not yet. There are usually other menus. It's just that for today, I think that's enough.
While cleaning the meat. There were footsteps of someone to where I was. It was heard from the sound of sandals hitting the floor. Slowly, but still audible.
"I think you've heard my conversation with my sister-in-law earlier" her voice was not unfamiliar. Abdul Ro'uf's.
"What do you mean?" pretend I don't understand, with the body still behind him and coolly cleaning the meat in the sink.
"I'm sure you're not stupid, Ya Noorah" he said almost right by the ear. I shudder amusedly. Then glanced a little.
He smiled and hugged me from behind. Bummer. I shuddered and tried to let go of his hand that was coiled in the stomach. No matter what hand is still wet with water.
"Let go!" I emphasized my voice, so that he would immediately let go of his embrace.
"I did that for you, yes, Noorah," he said as he passed.
I'm stunned. Shocked and I don't know there's something in my chest that's making me cramped.
