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Dinner

Master Nan was still faithfully standing up unnoticed by Anitha. Anitha remained focused. She had finished cooking when Mr. Nansen reached the kitchen. Anitha was cleaning the tools that had been used.

Fifteen minutes already mister Nan was willing to stand waiting for Anitha to finish cleaning the kitchen.

Then when it's done, still facing the sink she flicked her finger, ok done. Just waiting for the call of the beloved Nansen Adreyan," he said bravely without thinking long. It could have been that mister Nan heard it as it was now.

"Hemmm it turns out in silence you love me?" said seriously. Though in his heart he laughed at the behavior of Anitha who pretended to say beloved. Master Nan knew it was just a parable by Anitha.

Anitha immediately squealed and turned around. Seen her master with her hands folded to her chest and leaned casually with a face that Anitha knew was pretending to be serious.

"Are you really in love with me?" god again.

"Dream it, sir."

"I didn't sleep how I could dream" she reversed Anitha's words yesterday. Master Nan looked at Anitha fixedly. There were fine grains of sweat on his forehead. If it had been the woman wanted Mr. Nan to erase.

"What's the matter, sir, to the kitchen?" Anitha shrewdly shifted her master's question.

Mr. Nan couldn't possibly tell the truth, it could be the bigger head of the woman in front of him. He wanted Anitha's greater sympathy and empathy.

"I want to make sure you're done cooking or not. If not ready, I can order from a reputable restaurant. I don't want to be ashamed of my friend for having an assistant who relies on his appearance, " said Mr. Nan casually but deliberately provoked Anitha's emotions.

Anitha at least accept if said to rely on his appearance. "Master don't be afraid. I can make sure it is not my appearance that is the mainstay. You know, because that phrase was afraid to pin on me, from childhood I was trying desperately. So don't use that again. I really want to punch the face of the person who said that sentence."

"Hahahaha ..." mister Nan couldn't help but laugh at Anitha's overflowing emotions and wanted to punch her with her tapered fingers.

"Do you want to taste now?"anitha said withstanding her annoyance and made mister Nan smile deathly. There was a sneaky grin Anitha saw, Anitha realized there was an ambiguous word.

Not yet had he clarified his words mister Nan had first opened his voice, "So where can I taste it, here, here or here," he said while pointing at his forehead, cheeks and lips.

"Not funny sir, I mean taste the cuisine.Master has a mind do not be negative," said Anitha diverted the intention of tasting earlier with sewot.

"Where's my afternoon drink?" he said he could not help but smile at Anitha's annoyance.

"Excuse me dear great Lord, you have been given beautiful, sharp and clear eyes. What you can't see I've put on your beloved table, sir," said Anitha full of emphasis.

Mr. Nan wanted to come back wide-eyed to hear Anitha's ridicule. But he didn't want to laugh too much for now. Leisurely, Mr. Nansen breezed to the dining table. There is chocolate milk and cake.

He took a sip of chocolate milk made by his fake assistant. "Hmmm ..." The warmth spread throughout his bloodstream.

"It was once Allea who made this not my heart," said Mr. Nan.

But because of the taste that does not exist. Not making the hearts of both. In the eyes of master Nan, Allea had always been nothing interesting other than her physical appearance. Allea who was desperately trying to give up and put her heart on the man she accidentally knew two years ago.

Mr. Nansen is not being unkind. He had also tried to open his heart as if it was tightly locked. But he did not manage to find where he put the key to open.

Now he just realized the key boy is in Anitha. Anitha who seems innocent and spoiled but hides behind the ignorant and rigid nature. Anitha who not only rely on appearance, Anitha who is not elegant but able to break the heart of a descendant of Andorra.

Master Nan left the dining table without looking at Anitha who was deliberately standing not far from her master. After it was believed that master Nan would not call again, Anitha cleared the table and intended to clean up. Soon dinner will come and his master will take his friend to dinner.

Mr. Nan again looked up from the top floor, it was his own happiness to see Anitha moving agilely down there.

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Ting tong .. ting tong .. ting tong .. ting tong.. ting tong... ting tong. As if the pressing is not a person of patience, or rather lacking ethics for an Anitha Putri.

Anitha who has prepared dishes at the dining table and has a clean appearance. Although not limited edition clothes or clothes that have a famous brand but the appearance that only uses casual clothes still has its own charisma for him and for people who see.

Anitha opened the door and her critical mouth could not be strained, "Sorry who are you looking for, sir? and couldn't you be more polite in pressing the bell?? Do I need to educate you Mr nan nice?" anitha said scathingly no matter who came.

Jeffy could only be flabbergasted to hear Anitha's bursts, though his tone was soft but the words thrown out were cruel. The death smile he was about to show Anitha was instantly gone. He just fell silent.

"Why silence, sir? Did your lips become mute because of the sound of the bell you pressed yourself?" said Anitha increasingly make Jeffy flabbergasted.

"Hahahaaa," there was a blaring laughter behind Anitha. Anitha was surprised not to think that Mr. Nansen was behind her back.

"Because of you?" said Mr. Nansen full of satisfaction.

"Fuck you," said Jeffy.

"The master of the language can be smoothed out no, tarnishing the sense of hearing," Anitha said back when she heard Jeffy swearing. Back Jeffy gawks and Mr. Nan satisfies his laughter cravings.

"Come in" said Mr. Nan.

Anitha shifted indirectly letting Jeffy in.

"Ohhh yes, meet Jeff, this is Anitha and Anitha this is Jeffy. Don't use greetings, "just as Anitha and Jeffy were about to shake hands.

"Hmmm," Anitha and Jeffy seem compact to dehem.

Anitha saw the other side of her master. It turns out that his master can open up more to his newly known friend Anitha named Jeffy.

Anitha was about to leave the dining table. Just a step away from the dining table, it sounded mister Nan saying softly. The gentle tone that Anitha realized was not contrived. "Where are you going, let's eat together and don't refuse in front of my friend."

Not only was Anitha astonished, Jeffy was much more astonished by Mr. Nan's tone. Without anyone knowing, mister Nan had deliberately made use of this moment to satisfy Anitha.

"Sit down" he said still in a soft tone. When he saw Anitha standing stunned. Mister Nan was having fun being able to see Anitha's different expression.

Anitha realized, her master wanted her to join even without knowing what she meant. Confidently he sat down before mister Nan and Jeffy. But once again Anitha and Jeffy gawked, hearing Mr. Nan say, "Jeff, you're sitting in front of me, I want to sit near my woman," he said firmly to Jeffy. His tone was indisputable to anyone who heard.

They change seats. Then he was about to prank Anitha, "Serve me dear as a good wife" said Mr. Nan who made Jeffy cough a little. But not Anitha name if you can not control yourself. He realized his master wanted to take the opportunity to work on him in the existing conditions. But Anitha was wrong.

"Good baby," he said spoiled pretentiously. Wily he took food and side dishes for his master. She used to serve her ex-husband.

"This is dear, is there anything less?" said again. Kontan makes Jeffy's eyeballs perfectly rounded. He felt trapped between a couple who were again drunk in love. Even though he knows here only one-sided love.

Anitha also did not waste to prank Jeffy. "Sir Jeff want me to get it too?"

"Take it yourself, you can headlessly exit this house," said master Nan with horror. Anitha who heard it gave a crisp laugh that drugged the two beautiful men.

Then with great wisdom they read the prayer of eating and eating quietly. Even with a different mind.

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