The Woman the CEO

CH 25 - Special Taste Hans

His heart was so irregular. At first glance Hans saw the look on his face from the rearview mirror.

“That was so cool.” Whahuh? Hans praised his attitude. It was almost rejected back.

His eyes catch the lights of Angel's house start to light up. Still faithfully leaning on the car bench, not wanting to leave the place.

“Why did he reject me? I have prepared everything amazingly. Truly unpredictable .” A small smile, but at once the look of his face became bent.

It's already starting to car the road. His fingers occasionally tapped on the steering wheel, shaking his head slowly .

“But why?” Hit the driver upset. Disappointment is back.

“Why did secretary Angel reject me?! He instead of examining his heart, even questioning my heart.” His eyes stared blankly at the deserted streets. Highlight the car lights accompany the trip.

“Alright, it seems that I have to work hard from now on. Just wait, I'll make you fall in love with a Hans without turning away!” His voice sounded so confident, with a small smile.

***

The car that was driven arrived at the garage. The main gate was closed again. Hans went into the house, it was quiet, it seemed that Mama and Papa had returned to the room. Right now the time is showing almost heading towards 10 p.m.

The clothes that wrapped his body changed rapidly. Instead of going to bed immediately he took a step towards the gym. The usual place he builds body muscles and sweats sweat.

Warming up for a while Hans started pressing the treadmill button. Starting from the level slowly, then raised again.until he was exhausted from running for almost 30 minutes.

“Hah hah huh..” The heavy breathing due to a lot of draining energy is clearly heard.

I am not happy with running on a treadmill. Hans lashed his fist, his hand muscles trembling with his quick punches.

While hitting Hans back to remember the words of Angel.

“There are many things that make me and you difficult to be us .”

"It looks like you're just used to me, Mr.”

“...Get used to?...It's bullshit! If because I'm used to it, maybe I'll also like the housemaid's aunt because she's used to being served. Are you plain or what, secretary Angel? Why can't I judge my attitude all this time ?!” Hans grumbled to refute Angel's words. He himself understood his feelings the most, and Angel instead thought the sense of habituation that bound him at that time .

“What is this?...Am I venting my frustration?..” Ask yourself.

“Because of rejected?ha ha ha ha..really silly.” Back hitting samsak boxing over and over. Until he got tired and decided to lie down, his breathing was irregular. Her chest cavity kembis her eyes stared at the ceiling of the room .

“Since the beginning you did not make me confident..” In other words, his vocabulary sounds mysterious. Finished already the event of impingement because it was rejected with sweat sweat.

Hans then took off the gloves slowly. Want to immediately sip a drink soaking his throat .

***

While walking wide into the kitchen Hans wiped the sweat that was pouring out. A small towel was targeted to wipe away his sweat.

Opening the refrigerator until the cold immediately hit his face, immediately he took a bottle of cold drink. Sipped in haste, until the jakun seemed so clear .

Gleck... Gleck... Gleck...

Hans sipped his drink.

Papa's voice was shocking.

“Hans, Not yet asleep?” Papa Fadli was suddenly in the kitchen.

“Uhuk.” Coughing in surprise, and immediately wiping his lips .

Hans put down his drinking bottle and wiped the sweat again with the towel he was holding .

“It's been a reward, this is Hans's spirit body that flirted with Hihihihi.” Sounds like a horror movie.

“Aaaa..” Papa Fadli acting screaming in fear .

He approached Hans and hit Hans on the back of the head slowly.

“Akhh, why did papa hit me?!”

“You think papah will scream like that.” Papa Fadli ruffled his waist, as his mouth clucked .

“Haha, in fact it is pah.” Hans answered with a laugh

“Basic ! it was just acting.” Obviously papa was brief, then took a step towards the middle sofa and turned on the television.

Hans approached the man and sat down beside him .

“Pah..”.

“Hmm?” Papa Fadli said, with eyes still on the television. Hans hesitated to ask, but the target of the excellent survey was his own papa. It fosters courage.

“Where did papa go first, conquer Mama?” The question throw was so surprising, making papa immediately change his sitting position and facing Hans perfectly. Now television is no more interesting, than the question of his son. Suddenly his lips smiled. He seemed to catch the point of his son's question.

“Why ask?” Look at papa, one eyebrow raised one.

Hans becomes a racket.“ Yes, just ask pah.” Swiping your neck slowly because of nervousness. Papa knows very well the habits of this child, if this is the case then papa's suspicion is getting convincing.

I want it to feel papa Fadli chuckled amusedly with the behavior of his son who was too noticeable, but he held it .

“Well try papa remember first.” Papa Puts his hand under his chin like a man thinks.

Hans waited for Papa Fadli's words he drew his body closer to Papa.

“Actually your mama who used to like papah.Every day there are no bosses he made deketin papah.” Papa Fadli told a story with a smile

“Mood you are Hans, blah, blah,bla,..” Tells length times width times height. It's like something asked what and what the answer is. Hans remembers a drama when a man interviews. The theme of the interview on how to breed wine, answered by the beginning of wine there, then developed in which country, then popularized by whom...and it turns out that the interviewer was very sleepy because of the flashbacks that were so slow, even the core of the question had not been answered.

Hans yawns hearing Papa Fadli tell a story, he also starts fiddling with television channels, looking for an interesting spectacle.

And.appear at the core of the answer to the question. Hans immediately focused, the reason for Papa's fall to his mother.

“Yang paliii make papah fall in love with your mom...Cuisine!”

“Iya cuisine...Your mom is Hans, Pinteeer is really cooking. So papa is not the same creature you mamah, because the cuisine. Anyway all your mama's cooking is right in papa.” Papa Fadli ended the story with a slight laugh

“Ckk, not a man really pah. How did Mom chase papa? should papa dong as a man.” Hans sneered at papa.

Out is already Hans nature, which is childish .

“Bless a day.” Pinched Hans annoyed.

“Akhh.” Hans groaned a little in pain.

“The story is so. You don't know how gentle papa is when you win your mama.” Papa said seriously with a fluffy smile.

“Udah? Then I want to go back to the room pa.” Immediately stand up. Hans smiled the winning tips had been obtained, he would also start a vigorous approach steps on Angel tomorrow.

“Hans temenin Papa watch ball, Hans!!” Papa Fadli's voice was heard screaming. But Hans did not care even more quickly up the stairs and waved his hand.

“Huff, basic! watch it yourself.” Finally Papa Fadli just watched his own football show in the middle of the room. At first glance he remembered the strange spirit of the child, but immediately shook his head slowly.

“If indeed the child already has a lover, mama will definitely be very excited.”

***

The sun was about to show itself. A little activity had already begun to take place within that magnificent house. For example, on the back of the servants are busy doing the routine of washing clothes.

While in the territory of the hostess has been heard noise. It's not that Miss Rina is awake. But because there is another figure who controls the kitchen.

No no no no no no

The sound produced by the quarrel of knives and foodstuffs. A young man was seriously doing a cooking session. Still wearing a nightgown he faced the stove that had been lit. Her hair is still looking. His eyes sometimes focus on the phone reading the sequence of food recipes, sometimes also focused again on the ingredients he cut so perfectly.

Hans is on a mission of conquest of the heart.

“This mission should work!”

The perfect vegetable piece was immediately put into teplon that had been hot. Stirred until slightly cooked, a few seconds later one egg he broke was stirred back. The ripe rice that he has prepared now is also mixed until it is stirred flat on teplon.

“What is it working for?” His murmur with a frown, so serious about what was done. This was his first time cooking fried rice so he was so serious about it.

“Show I have to add this.” Take a flavoring ingredient that he thinks is good for fried rice mix. It really seems to be off the recipe! Jesus even smiled with satisfaction.

“Completed.” Excited with smile reviews. The fried rice has matured.

He stretched out his hand to reach the bowl.

“How many eggs should I use?” Confused again. “Alright 5 just let him be satisfied.” Laughs.

Five eggs he had broken, immediately he stirred until the outermost was pale yellow, not forgetting the seasoning flavoring, and a little vegetables such as carrots and leeks. Finished he then scooped it on teplon with moderate fire.

A slight sweat appeared on his forehead as he cooked. He made the egg roll, after repeatedly inserting the egg on the teplon the song was rolled, poured out again, then rolled, the egg then matured.

He deftly cut the egg into pieces and put it in the lunch box .

She dressed her lunch box with love.

“Completed also..huff.” Swiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Haha he will definitely feel very flattered for getting a special meal from me.” Truly the soul believes itself to soar every day. Somehow the reaction of people who will be given this special cuisine.

***

Mama Rina just came out of the room after finishing the bath, she went down the stairs and immediately headed for the kitchen. There are still a few steps to the beginning of the visit of his morning routine that is making breakfast. But his eyes are made rounded when faced with a beloved kitchen so messy!

“Gosh! Who made my kitchen a mess!” Screaming loudly.

His feet stepped closer to the eyes that were still rounded in surprise.

“Udah kayak ship broke! my kitchen is kinclong..why can it be like gini?” Picking up a fragment of egg that has not been put in a litter box.

Where does the kitchen make a mess? he had gone to the room after leaving the work he made to the driver Yanto sir .

Proud to have made a special dish, even though he has not tried the taste of the cuisine .

***

Mama Rina serves food at the table, after early morning she tidied up her kitchen .

Asked by Mirna's aunt, the servant didn't know. No one saw who the culprit was.

Mama put the plate with a little thud . Hans just sat down at the dinner table .

“Who's messing with the kitchen early in the morning?” Asked Mama Rina in an angry tone.

Hans glanced at the Papa.

“Why mah?” Hans tried to be calm.

“Morning-morning ya mamah to the kitchen, continue the kitchen already like a ship broke ....who is it?!” Mama Rina stared at these two men before her sharply.

“Don't know, I just got out of the room.” Alibi Hans's.

“Bener?” Sharpen his eyes.

“Iya really, why Hans berantakin kitchen no work aja.” Say it again while scooping rice into his mouth

“To whom does it say? The cat who messes with the kitchen?”

“No sense eggs can break but the contents are not there.” Mama still thinks.

This morning the meal was decorated with the anger of Mama, who was unceasingly speaking, looking for the possibility of who made the kitchen such as a broken head .

Which makes the problem not want to admit it .