You Are My Life (You are My Life)

Start Touched

"Where are you going?" Bima asked when she saw Hisham coming out of her room wearing cocoa and sarongs.

"Syam wants to pay a visit to the mosque" replied the boy

Hisham approached Bima and extended his hand. Bima frowned, staring confusedly at Hisham's hand.

Because he saw Bima who was just silent, Hisham finally grabbed Bima's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Assynogaic"

There was a strange swish in his heart, Bima stared at what Hisham had just done. He did not even answer the boy's greetings.

Whatisthis? Why am I so happy?

Bima looked at the back of her hand that had been kissed by Hisham. He feels so appreciated, appreciating the different from his business peers. They are not appreciative, but more reluctant to Bima. It is different from what Hisham did. The boy was so sincere.

The sound of the door opening distracts Bima. The man looked towards Hasna's room door. The girl got out of there after carrying out her obligations.

"Master, you want to leave now?" Ask Hasna

"Then your sister?"

"She won't come, Hisham is going to take a test soon and she won't take too long" Hasna explained

"Will he live here alone?" Ask Bima again

Hasna walked closer towards Bima who was still sitting in her place. Hasn't changed since he came to this house.

"There was a neighbor who took care of Hisham while I was in town. Sir don't have to worry"

Bima again put on her flat and cold face "Who is worried? Is he siaoa until I have to pay attention?"

Huh..

Hasna breathed a rough breath, clearly she saw a worried look on Bima's face. Although only a glance, but Hasna is sure if Bima is worried about her sister.

"So, are we leaving now?" Tanya Hasna looked at Bima's handsome face which only made her flutter.

"We'll wait for your sister to come home first. I don't want you to make excuses for worrying about your sister for not waiting for her to come home first when she leaves for town"

Hasna just nodded, let alone what the creepy man wanted to say. Hasna was tired of facing her arrogance.

"Do you want dinner first?" Hasna asked after some silence for hesitating to offer Bima a meal or not.

Bima looked up and styled the girl in front of him. Accidentally their layout clashed, both of them were silent with their respective feelings.

Bima first turned her gaze "I'm hungry, what food do you have?"

Echem...

Hasna fluttered herself, the strange pounding on her chest still not subsided. His heart is beating faster.

What's the matter? Why am I this big shot?

"I only cook simple food Sir, please if you want to try it" Hasna said politely

What do I have? Obviously my situation is like this.

Hasna walked towards the kitchen to prepare dinner for her guest of honor. He brought the food he had cooked into the living room. There is no dining room in this house, they will eat in the living room with a wooden table there.

Hasna arranged her food on the wooden table in front of Bima. He picked up a plate and walked over to the television shelf next to the medium-sized rice cooker.

Hasna opened the rice cooker and spooned the hot rice onto the plate she was carrying.

"This is enough sir?" Hasna asked while showing the contents of the plate to Bima

Bima nodded, Hasna gave the plate that was filled with hot rice to Bima.

Bima nodded and began to pick up what Hasna was cooking. There is kale stir fry, tempeh fry and sambal terasi there. Not forgetting the crackers in the jar.

Hasna took another plate and took rice for her. He hasn't had dinner either.

Bima started to spoon the first mouthful into her mouth. Chewed slowly as if permeating the taste of the food in his mouth.

It's delicious, it's delicious. Simple foods like this can be this wise.

Bima continued to feed her food voraciously. The pleasure does not always have to be from luxury. Look, even this simple cuisine can be so enjoyed by a Satria Bima Prakasa.

Hasna smiled faintly seeing Bima so enjoying her cooking. Does he like my cooking? Very slow to eat it.

I don't think Bima has finished a plate of rice. He felt so full, his stomach felt full of food.

Enjoy my meal tonight.

Hasna cleaned up their food marks and washed them. Then the girl returned to the living room, where the handsome man who had always been cold to her was leaning against the back of the wooden chair. His eyes closed, maybe because too full finally Bima even overslept.

Hasna walked closer towards Bima who was still closing her eyes. The girl slightly bent her body and observed every inch of Bima's face.

He's very handsome. If you are sleeping quietly like this why it looks adorable. But waking up must be a bitch.

Unknowingly Hasna's hand was raised wanting to touch Bima's face. However, the movement of his hand instantly came to a halt when suddenly those two sharp eyes opened.

"What do you want?" his voice sounded so cold and heavy

Hasna straightened her body. His heart skipped a beat, shocked when the creepy man woke up as he did something like that.

"Ti.no sir" Hasna said

What the hell am I doing? Why would I want to touch that cold face.

Bima looked at him sharply "Preparate now, we will be leaving in a moment"

Hasna nodded and immediately ran to her room. While Bima pulled out her phone and called someone.

"You pick me up now, we're ready to go to town"

Close the phone without waiting for the other person to answer. Bima put her phone back in her pants pocket.

The sound of the door opened and the greeting from Hisham who had just returned home to teach. Hisham approached Bima and greeted Bima as before.

"You're home yet?"

Hisham nodded, the boy sat down on the side seat of Bima "Are Master and Brother Na going to leave now for the city?"

"Yes, but your brother is so loose. From earlier in the room is still not out" upset Bima

"Maybe Big Brother isya first Master" said Hisham

Bima looked at Hisham, asking for an explanation of the meaning of the boy's words.

"Sholat Isya was once Master" explained Hisham saw Bima's confused gaze with his words earlier.

Prayer? Ahhh.. Is that girl praying?

Bima's eyes twitched, there was a gurgle of sadness on her face. However, he covered it with his flat and cold face.

When was the last time I did that duty?

Seriate

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