Sweet Honey

47

Devan presses the door handle of Johan's office without knocking, the door opens with Grace on the sofa.

Where's Johan?

"Niah." call Devan.

"Yes."

Reply Grace looked up from her bed to hear Devan's voice. Niah thought that Johan so he did not ignore when he knew the door of the workspace was opening.

"Mr Devan, when is it coming?" ask Niah.

"Well, why is he here alone?" Devan behind nanya tone of wonder.

"Sir Johan asked to be escorted to the workroom" replied Niah.

"Certainly, where is the man?" devan asked again because he did not see any Johan in the room.

The gift of shrugging the mark of not knowing. "In his room, maybe." jawan Niah.

"This I brought by martabak, you like martabak."

Devan puts Martabak on the table in front of Grace, himself sitting next to the beautiful girl who has attracted his attention from the first time he met. But, honey, someone already has.

"Well, I'm hungry." Niah exclaimed happily opening the martabak, immediately lifting a piece to enter his mouth.

"Hm, Mister. It's so good to have meat." Niah said mouth full of martabak.

"It cost five hundred thousand one portion."

"Hegh, uh,..." Niah hiccups, martabak stuck in his throat hearing Devan mention the price.

"What a hell! Martabak most expensive 50 thousand four duck eggs." jolted Niah.

Devan smiles giving Niah a drink from the tray of Johan's Food that has not been touched at all. "This is the typical Japanese meat." replied Devan.

Hais, "The rich are easily lied to. Why you do not create content, quite can viewers so money can return capital to pay martabak."

While eating martabak Karunia nagging Devan. It is delicious, the gift of eating fast.

"Eat her slowly Niah. No one's asking, it's for all of you." Devan soft voice saw Niah no jaim her cute jaim and adorable little mouth chew, hais.

Where else Johan might want to release Niah, it seems like the Goddess who will be eliminated if not to be combined, hm.

Devan breathed deeply. "Don't you and Johan already....?" tanya Devan put the two ends together.

Niah gawked sure, surely Devan knows his relationship with Johan is not a father and son.

"I'm still a virgin." answered Niah, chewing an angry martabak met with a glance with Devan.

Until when can it survive.

Inner Devan and Niah, together.

*

On the balcony of Johan's room sniffed the sniffles on the Goddess' neck, her eyes closed enjoying the smoothness of her skin, still as smooth as Niah's skin.

The body of the Goddess trembled in anger, not liking herself to be touched by Johan.

Tok to tok.

The sound of the door being knocked. "Madam, there's a warm cow's leg bone soup from Mr. Devan." there's the voice of the mbok,

"So I asked Devan to buy us a meal with Niah" Johan whispered.

"I'm full, you guys just eat." replied the Goddess, again tight to hear again Niah's name spoken from Johan's lips.

"Eat again, you are pale. Warm soup is very useful to add blood and energy."

The mbok was shocked to see Johan, was not it in the workspace with Niah. "This is Mr. soup." mbok Senah handed the container in front of Johan.

"Come in Bi, help bribe the Goddess to eat." Johan said and then made a call to the workspace to call Niah.

~

In Devan's study room answering the call, Johan frowned.

"Well, you're in the workspace?!" Johan loud voice snapped slightly.

Goddess and the mbok who heard the view.

"I'm looking for you, Johan. Said the mbok you in the workspace, it turns out there is only Niah." replied Devan reason, gulping hard spit. His head slightly shrieked at Johan's loud voice.

Ck, Johan pressed his teeth holding back angrily hearing Devan mention Niah's name.

In the workspace together, it seems Devan bright light is pedekate on Niah.

"Begging Niah to my room to bring food, you wait there!" johan slammed the phone.

"Well, boss." Devan replied in shock, looking at Niah who was cool eating martabak.

"What's up, sir?" asked Niah, looking at Devan's pias face.

"You are asked to take food to your master's room" Devan replied in a soft voice.

Hm, "All right, Mr. Devan. If there is a war between Mr. Johan and Madame Dewi will you take me away from here anywhere." muttered Niah, who can still be heard Devan.

"Why should war?" devan asked a little trust from the way Johan closed the call.

Niah sighed lifting the tray. "Once again, I just feel bye." replied Niah walking to the door of the study.

~

While the Goddess who heard Johan asked Niah to their room, instantly rose in emotion.

"Mas, what does that mean. Why did Niah come here with food." asked Dewi a loud hoarse voice.

"I was going to eat with Niah in the study, but it wasn't because I wanted to see if you were okay...."

"What am I really why? Why is! If you want to eat with her there is a dining room, why eat in this room!" sergeant Goddess has not finished Johan's talk has cut her increasingly emotional, her voice vibrating.

Oh my God, why did you arrive so cruel.

Inner mbok Senah was worried about holding back the trembling body of the Goddess, it was clearly a big big breath.

Johan looked at the goddess unhappily. "Well that's my daughter, what's wrong with us eating together. Because you can't go to the dining room let Niah come here. I want us to be harmonious as one family...."

"Sir."

There was a sound of Niah at the door carrying a tray, because Johan had opened his waiting for Niah's arrival.

The Goddess clenched her hands furiously, holding back tears not to spill. "You two eat here, I'm full of going out for the wind." The goddess of the weak voice woke up from her seat, the mbok carrying her.

"Goddess, sit down I said!" johan snapped out loud.

Instantly the Goddess fell drooping, the mbok held her back.

Krumpiaaang!!!

The sound of trays falling, food splattered on the floor. The gift of chasing helps the mbok before the head of the Goddess falls against the floor.

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