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it's a sprai problem

The girl sat down gloomily in the corner of the room. Sprai he didn't find last night. It has been searched under the closet, under the mattress, the wastapel hole also did not escape his search. But the Sprai was not found either.

Aletaa banging her head in frustration. "It should have been last night that you immediately soaked the sprai in the water so that the bloodstains could be gone, stupid Aletaa, you are so stupid. If only last night you did that, maybe now you're down for breakfast and don't have to bother with the sprai's situation right now." The curse in the heart.

Her stomach had been rumbling since then, but Aletaa did not dare to leave the room. He was afraid of outsiders laughing at him.

But when the stomach can not be invited to compromise, Aletaa finally resigned and gave up. He didn't want to have to get out of that room.

But only a few steps Aletaa stopped. He's afraid of what's going to happen out there. But Aletaa tried to remain calm and continued her steps towards the kitchen.

The atmosphere of the house seemed quiet as usual, the servants did not look a piece in the hallways that Aletaa went through.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief because no servant passed her, and she immediately entered the kitchen. In the kitchen there was only a chef cutting some vegetables. The woman Ruwseewoon often called was the only person Aletaa knew. Thanks to the goat soup of the day, they often met and shared knowledge about cooking.

And now the relationship between the two is very familiar like a sister.

"Bak Ruws what else?." Aletaa asked as she approached the lady who was sitting in a small chair not far from the wastapel.

Ruws looked shocked, the woman was staring at the arrival of the person she already considered her sister to be. He did not expect that Aletaa would come so soon, when his cooking was not finished yet. "Bak again make vegetable soup, this is an order from grandfather, he said to you." His mouth still keeps cutting some carrots.

"There's no breakfast leftover this morning?, really laper." The hungry girl went crazy, scrambling the contents of the fridge in search of food she might be able to eat.

"No, this morning Grandpa and Mr. Eric just ate toast with jam. So I don't cook."

Aletaa. "You eat the land also do not care I mbak, just the kitchen must be steeped, because it is not just those who eat, I also need." The girl sat beside Ruws while eating some raw carrot pieces that Ruws was washing.

"What's the lunch menu today?." Ask Aletaa.

Ruws seemed to think. "Hmmm no, today I was not told to cook, just told to make vegetable soup for you." Legally.

Aletaa. Is it not just another grandfather?, thought Aletaa, the girl shook her head, not just a quiet house, the dining table is also no less quiet.

"How else then?, do they also just eat bread with jam?." Aletaa asked the situation of the servants. Usually Ruws cook very much for his master and the servants as well.

If Ruws isn't cooking today, then the other servants aren't eating either.

"The others are now on a picnic with grandfather, there must be a meal, so don't worry about them." Sahut Rews lightly.

Aletaa turns "Piknik?." Ruws only bullied Aletaa to convince the girl.

"kok gk take a ride anyway?, this is not fair right I also want to go for a walk, join the meal as well." Aletaa whines like a baby her mother left behind.

"Yes the same grandfather who would invite you, just said Mr. Eric, no one can bother you, so no one dared."

A second later the atmosphere became quiet. Hearing Eric's name made him remember last night's incident. And that missing sprai problem came back to haunt him.

"Can the story be?." Doubtfully the girl asked for a shoulder that could be propped up.

"What story?." He is still waiting for the story Aletaa will tell.

Aletaa took a deep breath. Inevitably he had to tell so that the mind was not upset and lingered in his mind. "She was horrified or maybe not see a lot of white sprai blood stains?." Ask Aletaa.

Ruws shook her head not knowing.

"So gini loh mbak the story, last night it was me same master Eric abis play."

"Main what?." Ruws interjected while holding back her laughter.Hearing the problem of bloody sprai with the word "play" in another sense, made her understand the problem of the girl in front of her.

Aletaa's face flushed. "Mbak nih pretended not to know, play the horses mbak mbak means." The girl continued to be embarrassed. The secret he wants to cover up should he talk about it bluntly. But how else?, maybe it's the procedure.

Ruws chuckled while laughing wickedly. "Yes, where is the problem?."

"The bed sheet is!!!." Aletaa cried while whining.

Ruws laughed again. "No papalah, at most also washed the same officer loundry or maybe discarded." Slowly lightly.

"That's a habit, I like jailin I mulu. Gini loh mbak if other people see, I must be ashamed mbak."

"Why should be ashamed?, right who nerobos his goal is also your husband is not the husband of people."

Aletaa nodded, right also said Ruws, there is nothing wrong in this case want his sprays used as billboards, nothing wrong and can make Aletaa embarrassed.

"But I can help you find it too yes, or ask questions about each other, the times they look or maybe nympem, but don't use my name just like that."

"Definitely, mbak must help you until the spring meets."

"thank you mbak."

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Thanks to Ruwseewoon who already wants to help Aletaa find the sprinya. permission to use his name yes.

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