The Young Master's Substitute

Lunch at Fabian's office.

"What! so you're Mr Fabian's wife?"

Syanum.

"Yes. I'm here to see my husband. I want to send lunch to my husband."

"Duh Ma'am. Im sorry. I didn't know that mother was Pak Fabian's wife. Well then, I'll take you to Mr. Fabian's room now. Come on Mom, come with me."

Syanum smile.

"Favor Ma'am."

The woman then escorted Syanum to Fabian's room. Arriving in front of Fabian's room, the woman knocked on Fabian's door.

Tok tok...

There was no confirmation from inside the room.

"My husband is inside, isn't he?"

"don't know. Looks like he's still inside. I haven't seen him go outside. And Mr. Fabian's car is still outside."

Moments later, Fabian opened the door to the room. He was shocked when he saw Syanum.

"Syanum. What are you doing here?" ask Fabian.

"Sir Fabian. This is dad's wife?sorry, sir. I just found out. I just want to send my dad's wife to my dad's room. Then excuse me first."

Fabian nodded. After that the woman left Fabian's room.

"Syanum. Come with me...!"

Fabian blocks Syanum's wrist and pulls Syanum inside. He then closed the door of his room again.

"Syanum. What the hell are you doing here?" ask Fabian.

"I just want to send you some food, young master."

"Who told you to come here and send you food. Must be Dila's sister, or Mama?"

Syanum.

"Not the young master. But this is my own initiative."

"Ah, Syanum. Why are you coming here anyway. What if all the employees in this office know that you're my wife. Shame on me Syanum."

"Thy? what are you ashamed of? we are legal to be husband and wife."

"Hey. Syanum. You have glass at home? you often don't?"

"Why?"

"Look at your appearance. You are a village. How many times have I told you that I'm ashamed to have a driver's daughter's wife like you."

Syanum. Actually he was also offended when Fabian always scolded him. But that food, has become the daily food of Syanum. Because Fabian every day, never forgets that remark. Whether it's at home, or at the office. He always said that Syanum was a village.

"Actually, I'm just here to drop off lunch for Papa and Dad. But I'm afraid young master ngiri, so I brought you all. But apparently, the young master did not want Nerima food from me. Dad and Dad are not in the office either. Yes then. I'll feed this food to the security guard up ahead."

Syanum twisted her body to step outside her husband's room.

"wait. Where are you going?" ask Fabian.

Syanum turned towards Fabian.

"I want to go home. It's not that young master doesn't like me to be here. Then, what am I here for. Young master just does not want to receive food from me," said Syanum looked sad.

Fabian approached towards Syanum standing up.

"Who said I refused your food. I didn't say that. Here's the food!" Fabian grabbed the bushel that was in the hands of Syanum.

After that he took it and put it on the table.

Fabian knew that Syanum's cooking was delicious. Because he often saw Syanum cooking in the kitchen with Mbak Asih. And Fabian couldn't have wasted that food.

Fabian sat on the couch. He then opened a bushel containing Syanum cooking food.

'Hem, I know, Syanum's cooking is delicious. He is a cook. It's a pity that this food will be given to the front guard. I'm hungry too. Want to eat outside again lazy, inner Fabian.

Without much ado, Fabian then ate. He ate without using a spoon. Fabian looked so good at eating it. He ate, without any more concern for Syanum who was still standing in front of him.

'Duh, my husband ate it really well. Is it possible that he is hungry again," inner Syanum.

Syanum is hungry too. Before going to the office, he forgot to eat.

"What's so hungry, young master?" ask Syanum.

"Why are you still standing there? not aching your feet?" asked Fabian on the sidelines.

Syanum.

"No."

Suddenly, the worm in Syanum's stomach rang. Fabian stopped eating and looked at him.

"Have you eaten?"

Syanum.

" So you haven't eaten yet? keep you hungry? are you eating with me?" ask Fabian. He seemed to be pitying her too when he saw his wife.

"Can I have a meal with the young master?"

"Just sit here!" Fabian patted the sofa that was beside him sitting down.

Fearfully, Syanum stepped towards Fabian and sat by his side.

Syanum remained silent.

"Why silence? take aja. We eat together. Well, even if it's just a little."

Syanum smile.

"I'm glad to see young master eating. My cooking is good, isn't it young master?"

Fabian stopped the chewing. He looked at Syanum.

"More delicious cuisine Mbak Asih. Your cooking feels ordinary. The same cuisine Kak Dila and Mama aja, it still tastes good their cuisine."

Syanum could only sigh in the face of her husband's attitude. She was really upset with her husband's attitude.

"If my cooking is not good. Then, why do you eat until it runs out" said Syanum.

"Because I'm hungry again. And there's no choice. So I had to eat your usual cooking. But I didn't say your cooking wasn't good."

Fabian was surprised when Syanum suddenly cleared all his challenges.

"Lho. Kok. Where are you going?" ask Fabian.

"I want to go home. You're eating it?"

"Say you will eat here with me."

Syanum stared at her husband.

"sorry. I'm not hungry. And I have no appetite beside you" said Syanum.

After taking care of all the food on the table, without much further ado, Syanum left Fabian's room.

Fabian furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Why he is, how to play just like that. You weird chick."

Syanum stepped out of the office. He stepped towards the parking lot. He saw his father talking to two security guards.

"Father turned out to be back," said Syanum.

Syanum then hurriedly stepped towards his father.

"Dad" said Syanum.

"Syanum. Are you here?" ask Mr. Herman.

"Yes dad. I'm from my husband's room."

"You're from Fabian's room?"

Syanum.

"Non Syanum brought what?" asked Hendro one of the guards who was beside Mr. Herman.

"It's empty. It's already been eaten by the young master."

Mr. Hendro furrowed his eyebrows confused.He was confused by Syanum's call to Fabian.

"Em, I mean. This meal I have spent with Mr. Fabian" Syanum explained.

"Oh."

"But I brought it again. To my dad's dad."

"Syanum. Your father and father-in-law have eaten. So, you bring home the food."

"Well, what a pity."

"Make me a Non. I'll bring the food home, if more. Non-Syanum Cuisine is delicious. Honey if it's wasted."

"Mister Hendro would like to? okay, I'll get it."

Syanum then took the rantang which was still in his bicycle bed. After that he returned to the direction of Mr. Hendro and his father and handed the food to Mr. Hendro.