You Steal Mine, Yours I Steal (BL)

Solar

Indra wanted to take off her face and forever not appear again so shy of shouting like that after roaring in front of the door of the house people.

Fortunately, when it was raining so hard that the face was full of tears and other fluids not too obvious. After telling Indra to come in and force her to take a shower and change, they now sit in the kitchen with a glass of warm tea in front of each one.

"Mas Indra, sure you want to be ART too?" ask Gaska. Though they both wear T-shirts but the style of ordinary people and people are different. "Ga tired later at the cafe?"

"I usually leave for the cafe at half-hour two in the afternoon, so it's up at dawn and cook breakfast, idle until noon. Mumpung is still young, I want to get a lot of money," Indra does not know what makes him answer want to be ART.

On the plus side, he could delve into more details about the person he was looking for while thinking again what steps he could take.

Gaska nodded. "We need people to clean the house because I'm still in school, Surya leaves early in the morning, goes home late at night. My schedule is often uncertain. Oiya, all the plants including the garden on the second floor."

"What can you cook?" Ask Gaska while pulling out his phone. "Can IDP be?"

"Cooking is just that, vegetable asem, soup, vegetable key, chicken ukep, use instant seasoning as well as added spices a little usually." Indra took the ID card from the wallet and handed it to Gaska.

The young man took a photo of his data.

"Now please hold the ID card," Gaska set the position of the ID card in Indra's hand so that the face and data in the ID card are clearly visible. "Yes, I've."

"So, how, Mas Indra want to work here three times a week or every day? For sure if every day can be more, just as much is done. Cook, wash clothes, iron. Later on make it easy, all of you stay here can also."

"I came home from the cafe a little night, ten o'clock more, don't bother later?"

"Oh, no. I'll have a spare key ready as well. Come on, I'll show you the rooms."

Gaska stood up while pushing his phone back. "Chicken allergy, right?"

"No" replied Indra briefly.

Gaska returned to his cell phone. "Oiya, our age is not much different, call Gaska just to be comfortable. My dear, Surya is the same."

"Then please call my name as well."

This time Gaska let out a big laugh, "Okay, Indra."

They walked into the open room with a circular staircase. Above, in addition to a sitting room with a sofa and a large television, there are also many doors on the left and right rows. Gaska headed to the right and opened the door of one of the rooms.

"Your room will be here. If you want to dry clothes, so one in the laundry room, yes."

The room that Gaska showed was larger than his room and the furniture in it was complete, there was a mattress, closet, desk chair, there was also a television although not as big as in the sitting room earlier. Although the air in it is a little stuffy from Indra diligently opening the windows and doors, the haw must be fresher.

"The rain is still falling. Let's eat first, the message is almost here."

When Gaska invited down, Indra just noticed that in the house many pictures of flowers both paintings and portraits are taken well. There are no family photos or photos of anyone on display. Just flowers.

After lunch, they watched television on the second floor while waiting for the rain to subside. Either because his stomach was filled to the brim, because the movie they were watching was boring, because the sofa that Indra was sitting on felt comfortable, because his eyes now felt thick after crying as much as they wanted, or because of all that, he said, The senses are powerless against the drowsiness that creeps from his fingertips.

In the span of not too long, Indra fell asleep.

. . .

When Indra forced his eyes open, he was in a foreign room but the biggest concern was not only the eyes that felt heavy but also his entire body. So heavy, Indra could only turn his head left and right, looking for drinking water.

"What's wrong? Want to drink or eat?" Gaska's voice sounded up close. The young man was sitting facing the laptop with his black-framed glasses making him look more serious.

"Drink," Indra's voice was even more hoarse than it was this afternoon.

"It's chrysanthemum flower tea, make inflammation. Spend this first," Gaska helped Indra sit down and drink the sweet, fragrant water that was a bit eneg. Although it feels strange, Indra spent because the herbs he drank when sick are much more energetic and unpleasant.

"What time is it?" Indra's throat was not as painful as before but his voice was still hoarse.

"Eight nights."

"I want to worship first" Indra tried to get up this time.

"On the bed alone, rather than falling down later if standing alone," said Gaska.

As Indra only responded with a blank look, she held back a laugh. "Would you focus on worship later? I don't think I can."

"The baby's replaced when it's better, yeah. Now go to bed, okay?"

Indra did not answer and immediately fell down and rolled to the side leaving Gaska covering his mouth so that his laughter did not disturb Indra's sleep.

A moment later the door to Gaska's room was opened by Surya who was also wearing glasses. "I didn't know I could meet like this. It's funny that he'll believe everything you say."

"Hmm, who would have thought.." Gaska's eyes were still fixed on the face flushed with fever.

"If Mama or Papa knew.."

"You don't need to know" said Gaska. "They don't need to know. It's none of their business."

"It's not okay... At least Papa." Surya sat right beside Indra's head, as far away from Gaska as possible glaring at him. "And we still use the transfer money from Papa."

"My life has gone and the results are good. If smoothly continue soon already back capital. I can move out of here."

"I'm coming along, yeah," Surya suddenly jumps up and hugs Gaska while acting cute while Gaska tries to push Surya's face as far away from him as possible. For a moment they forget there are patients whose sleep is disturbed because of intelligence.

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Tomorrow, Indra fever has reduced even though it has not been completed. She felt super duper embarrassed to have troubled Gaska all day by taking care of him since yesterday afternoon. Fortunately the young man had some business and had been gone since this morning. Before leaving, Gaska said he would be back later tonight.

Indra took care of her bed mattress last night, some clothes in a dirty laundry basket, including her clothes yesterday that were wet with rain. In the laundry room that Gaska had shown the day before, there were two washing machines. Indra chooses the fewest and easiest to understand buttons before trying. After believing that it still works well, Indra just operates by adding water and detergent that is there, to taste.

Indra was sitting daydreaming when someone appeared, a tall teenager with a thin body, if not mistakenly remembered, Gaska once said his sister's name was Surya.

"I guess what sound. How not to use the other one, not too noisy," he walked closer to a more sophisticated machine.

"Eh, sorry, I don't understand that machine. Rather than her clothes being broken," Indra immediately stood up and tried to explain.

"It's okay, Mom. Next time I will explain. But why doesn't Indra rest?" Surya's hand grabs Indra's arm and holds the arms around each other. "It's still a bit of a body angel."

The confused and strange sense of being held onto others, chuckled. "It's better, Mom."

"Call Surya, Mas. I'm younger."

Indra did not agree but also did not refuse.

"This Mas Indra rest first, until healed. If the maximum work continues there is nothing, then we will also lose, calculated torture."

Indra only hehehe while in his heart thinks that his little employer is watching too many sitcoms.

"Make lunch later I've bought soto just as much as you guys."

"Yes, I'll follow you."

Surya made sure Indra did not need any more directions before leaving the room, without taking her eyes off the phone screen. As soon as Surya, Indra felt more comfortable completing his work.

This laundry room is complete with semi-outdoor drying place, so do not worry about rain. While the hot weather time, quickly dry by the wind from open space. Next to there is a special room for ironing with a wide table, ironing various functions to several kinds of hangers.

In his heart Indra thinks that rich people are different and he began to weigh when the right time to ask and what kind of questions he will ask.

Finished drying, Indra walked to the kitchen next to the living room. Maybe because his condition is not too fit so he feels thirsty.

In the dining room, Surya sat on one of the chairs. In front of him were several bowls with plastic still sealed. When he saw Indra, he immediately asked excitedly.

"You want soto what, Mas? There is chicken soto, meat soto, soto jerohan, soto tripe, soto kikil, soto lamongan, soto klaten, soto kudus, soto madura..."

Again Indra was made out of words by his little employer.

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