Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Ill

Tonight as usual I just finished locking the windows and doors upstairs. Actually the task will be taken over by Arin, but obviously I refuse, I am still strong enough to just lock the door. After all since I was sick, I felt guilty for not being able to help Arin guard the Sky.

I was about to enter the room, but the steps came to a halt when I heard the footsteps on the stairs. I tried to get closer, and was a little surprised to see Mas Damar on the papah by Mr. Rusdi.

"Well, why Damar?" my question is to help Mr. Rusdi.

"It looks like my father's heart is relapsing, Ras," replied Mr. Rusdi.

I hurried to open the door to Mas Damar's room. Mr. Rusdi laid Mas Damar on the bed and after that I helped cover him, already felt like a wife.

I went out of the room and took the ulcer medicine in the P3K box, After finding the cure, I helped the man to get up a little and take the medicine.

"Mas Damar ate late?" ask me when Damar already looks more comfortable with the sleeping position.

"The work is a lot, my eating hours are chaotic, even a few times I forget to eat," explained Mas Damar limply.

Hearing the answer, I then throw a rough breath, maybe the rich always like this, crazy work.

"Work hard, Mom. But health is more important. If Gini pain, then the results of your hard work for whom?" it was my nagging that made Damar nod.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you some porridge."

"But your hand, Race?" I was about to move on, but Mas Damar's question stopped me.

"I'm just stirring porridge, Mas, not stirring cement" I replied as it passed.

At the door I saw Mr. Rusdi still sitting there.

"Sir Rusdi said Mas Damar first, huh?" I said to Mr. Rusdi. The middle-aged man simply nodded.

I went downstairs to make Mas Damar a porridge. Looking at his condition, it seemed like the warm porridge would make him a little comfortable.

A slightly painful shoulder blocked my movement. However, I must still make food for Mas Damar, in addition to so that the man can eat, said the person if he wanted to captivate the heart of the man, pamper his stomach! who knows after this Mas Damar so keensem, aminin aja deh.

After a few minutes, I returned with a bowl of porridge in hand. After putting the porridge on the table, I helped Mas Damar to sit down.

"Sir Rusdi if tired can rest first, I've improved," said Mas Damar to the driver.

"Don't you think I'm staying, sir? later if you need anything?" ask Mr. Rusdi to make sure.

"There I am here, sir. later let me take care of Mas Damar," as I finally made Mr. Rusdi nod.

The man withdrew to rest.

"I can eat by myself, Ras. you just take a break," stopped Mas Damar as I was about to bribe him.

"I'll rest after this. Oh, yes, I don't know Mas Damar's taste, nor am I sure Mas Dama will like my cooking or not. But for the time being, this porridge will be enough to help restore Mas Damar's power. Anyway, eat it anyway, rather than die," my scolding was long.

"You want me dead?" ask Mas Damar.

I who was stirring the porridge for a moment, I saw Mas Damar who frowned.

"Isn't that your goal? if people want to live, obviously they eat right." Finally only this scolding was able to come out of my mouth.

Instead of answering, it sounded Mas Damar giggled, gini replace me who was confused to see it.

"Why laugh?" manya curious.

"Thank you for caring about me, Ras. I like the way you remind me, Extreme," she replied with a smile. I'm just getting a little head-shake. Dyingetin dies and says extreme, you old man now! thankfully handsome.

No longer talking, I fed Mas Damar slowly. The man ate his porridge voraciously.

"Enak, thank you, Ras," he said when a bowl of porridge had gone clean.

"Oh, huh? I don't think Mas Damar would fit my cooking."

"Enak, Race. Feels fitting. Next time I'm gonna get made up again."

"Sheap," I replied with a smile and a pretentious salute.

Let alone to cook, make it halal only I'm ready.

"It's night, Mas Damar go to sleep. I'll go back to the room, if there's anything, don't hesitate to call me," I said before saying goodbye and carrying the bowl of porridge earlier.

"Thank you, Race." I nodded and passed from there.

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This morning, I intend to make more porridge for Mas Damar. Before going down to the kitchen, he had intended to knock on the door and ask his condition, but it seemed like Mas Damar was still sleeping, there was no sound there.

"Eh, good morning, Ras. need anything?" mama asked when I got to the kitchen.

"Ow, no, Ma'am. This is me making porridge for Mas Damar. Last night when her stomach came back, I made her porridge and she liked it. Now I want to make him again" I explained at length while preparing vegetables from the refrigerator.

"Ouw, really attention, already pantes so his wife, Ras," teased Mbak Indri while giggling.

I turned to look at him. "May I not, Ma'am?" tanyaku who turned around made Mbak Indri gawk.

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Holaaa I'm coming, guys. If this part is less long, I'm sorry, guys. Can I write, but tomorrow's post, bijimane?

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Don't get bored yak, if the part is still a dime-receit, if I make PoV Damar directly, it's a sign this story will go to the ending, So, I ask for advice, so, want me to make Pov Damar now what tomorrow? now we're having fun with Damar's jealousy, bijimane? agreed?

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