Young Widow Romance
Dead lights
While at home, Syedza opened the closet. Take out the closet to look for something.
"This one? this one? this one?
Ahhhh... Why is this closet like this?". Syedza said when choosing clothes in the closet
Syedza threw out the clothes one by one from the closet. So that the clothes scattered irregularly in his room.
"Yeah... I have to open the other closet doors again, maybe on another shelf I find clothes that are suitable for me to wear right now".
Syedza walked again to the other closet door and then shouted
"Moehe darling". Syedza said the password on the doorstep of the wardrobe number 2 .
The closet door's not open.
Syedza moved to door number 3, then shouted again
"Moehe darling".
the door is not open yet
Syedza proceeded to the next closet door, then shouted again
"Moehe darling!"
there was no sign that the door would open.
So Syedza is furious. He came to the closet door one by one, then shouted furiously
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe darling!"
"Aaahhh how could he be so thorough on me? With a closet this big, he only gave me one shelf filled with nightgowns. This is unfair!" . Syedza's protest filled the voice inside his room
"Maybe I just yelled not strong, I'll try to scream even stronger". Syedza
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe darling!"
"Moehe's CRAZY! Moehe's CRAZY! Moehe's CRAZY!". Shouted Syedza annoyed
Deggs... Darkened.. The lights in the room suddenly went out.
Syedza shouted in fear
"Please! Helpme! help!"
The bodyguards that were standing guard outside from earlier were just laughing at Syedza's unclear voice.
"Miss just left young master for a while seems to have missed it hard". Whisper of one of the guards
"Hahaha it looks like miss needs our help now"
Two guards entered Syedza's room.
"We're here, lady, how can we help you?". Said one of the guards
"The light's suddenly off, can you help me turn it on". Pinta Syedza on the bodyguard
The bodyguard just wanted to turn it on manually. Suddenly Syedza realized that his clothes had not been changed since.
Nah! no no! How could they see me like this? . Inner Syedza
"Wait!.wait wait wait! . You don't have to turn on that light. You can come out now. Please get me a female chef". Syedza
"But miss___". Protest one of the guards
"Come out and let that woman help me". Syedza expelled the bodyguard
About 5 minutes later,
the tookkk tokkk
"Excuse me, Miss, Anne's here!". Greet someone who came in from behind the door
Oohh. So her name is Anne. Inner Syedza
Only light bias from outside the room is the light that is the room at this time. I can see the face of Anne. Syedza's face was not visible at all, as it grew deeper and deeper the more untouched the light.
"Neither miss"
"Anne can you see me in the dark like this?". Syedza Sarkas
"No miss!" Anne replied relaxed
"Turn on Anne's light, don't shut up". Syedza
Anne turned on the lamp with the secret remote the bodyguard had given her.
Syedza could only see Anne's face still standing there.
"Anne, do you have any magic skills?". Syedza asked Anne
"No miss". Answer Anne briefly
"I'm sure you can magic Anne". Syedza still can't accept Anne's expertise
"No miss". Anne replied briefly again
"How come, you're still standing there but you can turn on this light. Even your hands don't move at all". Syedza protests examine Anne
Anne pecked at where she had been standing since, scratching her head that did not itch, she was confused to give a reason to this young lady.
"I'm sure you have more Anne skills, please help me open that closet with your power Anne". Pinta Syedza
Anne did not speak a word
How'this?. I don't have the courage to open that closet without the consent of the young master.
"Anne, don't waste your power Anne. I could only open one shelf of the closet that contained all the nightgowns. I can't possibly wear that short nightgown every day until Moehe comes back". Obviously Syedza is long
"Even I can't use this every day. I beg Anne to help me this time". Syedza pleaded with both hands
"Miss. I don't know anything". Answer Anne briefly
"Then I have to how is this?". Syedza asked a little annoyed at Anne
"All of the equipment in this room uses the lady's modern key, which is a fingerprint and a password". Answer Anne accordingly
"Yaaapps's!. I need that password you're talking about right now, tell me!". Cheers Syedza excited, like getting a way out of his problem from earlier.
Anne was silent
"Say! Let's say!". Syedza can't wait to hear the leaked password that was spoken from Anne's mouth
"Maa. maaaaf.. I don't know". Said Anne stammering
"Discover the stingy base". Syedza murmured but still heard Anne
"So what should I do now Anne? Tell me, what can I do?". Tanya Syedza fished Anne
"All those passwords are known by young master, my advice is better miss contact young master only now". Anne's Advice to Syedza
"Hiiiihhhh why are all Moehe's subordinates so stubborn?. They and their master are the same". Syedza
"I called her? Just be right! Could get his head big later". Syedza did not accept Anne's suggestion
"Alright my lady I think I'm done here". Anne wanted to leave the room.
Anne was afraid of lingering with Syedza, afraid she could not answer other strange questions.
"Hey! Why are you this? You don't have to be so awkward with me. Let's just say I'm a friend you've known for a long time". Syedza to Anne
"Don't miss, I'm just a chef in this house". Anne replied that she knew herself by her position.
"What if it's a chef?" Shyza.
"Ba. . Well miss". Anne nodded slowly
Die me! Die me!. Inner Anne
"Good! We can establish a good cooperation later". Cheers Syedza happy
Looks like this kid I can work with is good. He seemed to be obedient and much afraid. Inner Syedza happy
"Tos we were Anne, to begin this friendship of ours". Syedza raised his hands high
Anne touched her hand gently.
For you this is fun, miss, but not for me. These are all mines for me. huuu huhhuuu. Anne sobbed in her heart.
"Are you really not able to help me this time Anne?" . Syedza pointed to the closet.
Can Anne help Syedza ? or didn't you?
next episode yes.
