The Stupid Shaft

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There was silence in the dining room that morning. Either because it follows Ricky's mood or because everyone is busy with their own thoughts.

'Cold girl.' Ricky grunts in his heart after Deta returns to the kitchen after putting her milk away.

Mr. Firman and Ms. Rica looked at each other's behavior.

'How is this, Pa?' Rika's eyes asked Firman who was looking at her.

'Let Fita take care of it.' Mr. Firman glanced at Fita who was chewing his bread.

Rika looked towards Fita. A little upset because the daughter still acts indifferent even though she knows everything.

Bu Rika cleared her throat. But not in the gubris either by Refita or Ricky who had just smeared his bread.

Feeling ignored, Rika cleared her throat again but this time her voice was quite loud. It was not Refita who realized but rather Yoga her husband.

Yoga touched the hand of Refita who immediately turned to him.

"What's up, Y?" Refita put her bread on the plate.

Yoga does not answer. He only pointed at Rika with the tail of his eyes followed by the view of Refita.

"Yes, Ma?"

Again without an answer. Ms. Rika just looked at Ricky who was still "playing" his breakfast.

Refita understood her mother's intentions. Soon he smiled then fused his thumb and index finger together to form the letter O.

"Ky, are you on a diet?" The first verses of the refita.

Ricky shakes.

"Want another jam?"

Ricky nodded again.

"Why not eat? Does it taste bad?" This time Refita bit the bread on her plate. "It's delicious as always." continued Refita as she chewed bread.

Ricky just looked at his brother then shook his head.

"Have you suddenly become mute?" The surprised face made by Refita can be seen clearly by Ricky.

"Shut up, Brother!!!" Ricky answered lazily which made Refita chuckle.

"Thank God, I thought you suddenly became mute after being published by Papa."

Ricky breathed a rough breath. Running out of words facing her brother.

"Yes!!! Ta.. ta!" Refita called out to Deta in a funny tone.

'What is my weird sister?' Ricky looked at his confused older brother but was reluctant to ask.

There were no long hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen.

"Yes, Brother, does Brother Fita need anything?" The voice behind made Ricky look over. He saw Deta smiling at Refita.

'Brother Fita? He called out to his sister like that.

But why did he call me "sir"?' ricky's curse in my heart.

"From today, you work at my house, yes!" refita said while glancing at Ricky who was immediately surprised by his brother's words.

"Well, sister," Deta replied without thinking anymore.

Deta's reply drew Ricky's eyes back to look at her. Realizing that, Deta immediately lowered her head before their gazes met.

Unable to hold back his strange emotions, Ricky immediately stood up and was about to leave.

"You haven't had breakfast, honey." Rika's voice stops Ricky.

"No taste, Ma," said Ricky.

He had already walked past Deta who was still lowered.

"At least drink the milk!" rika shouted that immediately stopped Ricky's steps.

Ricky turned around and saw Deta who was now looking at him with a disappointed face.

There was a smile on the corner of Ricky's lips, knowing Deta was looking at him. But a second later Deta again lowered her gaze as soon as their gazes met.

'Curtain!!!'

Ricky cursed in his heart and then stepped back to the dinner table to drink his "special milk" made by Deta for the first time.

YO!!!

Ricky put an empty glass on the table violently until it made a loud enough sound.

"I'm leaving."

Ricky walked over and waved his hand without looking over.

"Your car, Boy," cried Mr. Firman.

"I'll take the train, Pa," replied Ricky who had left the dining room.

"It doesn't fit vice director on the train!!!"

"Then I won't be deputy director. Ahhaha ...." Ricky laughed at his father's laughter.

Deta hurried to finish all her work because she was going to the house of Refita.

While waiting for all her employers to finish breakfast, Deta chose to clean Ricky's room. Because Deta just cleaned every room in this house once the occupants are gone.

Thinking Ricky was gone, Deta walked in without knocking on the door.

As soon as the door opened, Ricky was standing leaning his body against the cupboard. Deta was very surprised but still tried to behave normally.

"Sorry, sir, I think this room is empty. Permi -" Deta was about to leave but his hand was immediately pulled by Ricky.

Ricky shuts the door without letting go of Deta's hand.

Deta felt her whole body weak. He did not even have the energy to ask what his young master was doing.

Ricky who realized the shock of Deta, he immediately looked at Deta who was still down.

'Why does it seem like he just doesn't want to look at me? Am I less handsome to him???' thought Ricky.

Ricky keeps watching Deta. He began to tilt his head, trying to see Deta's eyeballs staring down.

'God!!! Why am I so nervous?'

Deta already felt a cold sweat on her body.

"What are you doing here? Why come in without knocking on the door?" ricky asked in a tone that was made as if he was angry.

In fact, for some reason in his heart Ricky felt very happy to see Deta in his bedroom.

"Ma-I'm sorry, sir, I think you're gone." Deta replied slightly stammered.

"Oh, I'm already leaving. But I forgot my handkerchief. Because of someone I'm having trouble finding my stuff." Ricky emphasized the word "that's someone".

That only made Deta raise her head and make her gaze meet with Ricky.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Deta Lirih while lowering her gaze again.

'What should I do with this girl?'

Ricky grinned as soon as he thought he wanted to prank Deta.

"Well, if you want me to forgive, now please get me my handkerchief!"

Deta nodded but remained silent in place.

"Why stay here?"

Deta was silent and moved only her hand which was still held by Ricky.

Actually Ricky is reluctant to let go of Deta's hand, but he has to let go for now.

Deta walks into Ricky's closet and opens the door of the great cupboard, revealing Ricky's half-cluttered outfit.

'Truly master is ambushed!!!' Deta breathed deeply.

"That's because you changed all the arrangements, I'm having trouble finding my clothes." Ricky smiled faintly as he looked at Deta's body from behind.

'Shit! Why am I overheating???'

Ricky lowered the air conditioning temperature and unbuttoned one of his shirts.

Deta who was unaware of it still looked for Ricky's handkerchief while tidying up the scattered clothes.

"Here's your handkerchief, sir," Deta turned around with a white handkerchief in her hand.

Deta was surprised to see Ricky sleeping on his back with his shirt slightly exposed.

Ricky immediately sat down and smiled at Deta's red face.

Ricky stood up and approached Deta who was still standing glued in front of the closet that had not been closed.

"Wooww, you tidied this up. Any more? By color? Do you have OCD???" Ricky was amazed but a little curious to see how Deta tidied up his clothes and his entire room.

Deta glanced at Ricky at a glance, then turned her gaze the other way.

"What is OCD?" ask Deta plain.

"OCD is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Like a mental disorder that makes you always want to clean repeatedly and makes you restless if you do not do it. Yeah, like that."

Deta tried to digest what Ricky said.

Ricky kept watching Deta's thinking face. Clear round eyes, chubby cheeks, plus tiny thin lips make Ricky's body increasingly hot.

'Shit!!! What really happened to my body? Why am I suddenly having a fever like this???'

"You mean I'm crazy, sir?" Deta's question breaks Ricky's daydream.

"No. But you're driving me crazy."

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