YUMNA AZZURA'S

111. Aje the Disturber

Haidar finished the bath, his body was fresh. She was brushing her wet hair in front of the mirror. He was still confused as to why he could be here, but he was convinced and remembered once last night that he had gone with Viola. To the pub, to drink, and to the hotel..? but how he got here, he can't remember.

The smell of cooking broke out as Haidar walked out of the room, stunned to see who was in the kitchen. This house is indeed made minimalist, where the kitchen area can be seen from the entrance or from the room Bima, located just below the stairs to the top floor.

Yumna was moving frisky around, adding some ingredients, stirring them, then tasting them.

Haidar walked slowly towards the pantry, he sat on a tall wooden chair. Both hands he folded on the table like a kindergarten child who patiently waited for the mother to make breakfast.

Staring at Yumna who was cooking made her lips smile, there was a strange feeling when she imagined that she was married and her wife cooked food for her.

Unknowingly, Haidar got up. He approached Yumna, stopping right behind her. I don't know where she got that kind of push from, she got that close to Yumna. His hands stretched out ready to grab Yumna's waist.

Yumna who felt that there was a strange air behind her body fell silent and then turned around immediately making Haidar wake up. He was surprised by the presence of the man so close to him, he almost floated the spatula he was holding.

"E... What do you want, elo?" asked Yumna Haidar stuttered she immediately pulled her hand up, opening the closet door.

"Gue.. find... coffee! I'm looking for coffee!" said Haidar stuttered. He pretended to be looking for coffee. He himself was surprised by what happened. How could he be behind Yumna at the moment and almost hug her from behind?! Akh... He's nuts!

"Co... Coffee is there!" point Yumna with a spatula in her hand to another cupboard on top of the refrigerator, usually pak Dani keeps coffee and sugar there.

"Eh.. Yeah.." Haidar took one step back and left. Actually his stomach is not good, maybe because of the influence of alcohol he drank last night, but what other reasons will he give to Yumna? Honestly hugging his waist, is that it? Yes, if Yumna wants to. If he gets slapped again?

He did not want his cheeks to be a victim again for the umpteenth time.

"It's eating." Yumna thrust out a plate of fried rice in front of Haidar. There are no ingredients in the refrigerator, there is only seasoning and also the remaining eggs are just plain water in the bottle. Instant noodles on top of the closet. Yes, the lives of men are simple. They buy more vegetables outside.

"There's only this. No other ingredients in the refrigerator" he explained. Haidar nodded as he said his thanks. Next to the plate was the white coffee he had made, the fragrance was tempting to Yumna's taste, she wanted to make it too.

''You don't eat?" asked Haidar, not looking at the other plates on the table.

"I'll eat later, at the office." Yumna did not turn to Haidar, he was busy opening the closet and looking for coffee up there. It was so difficult that he had to tiptoe to grab it.

Haidar who saw Yumna trouble then rose and marched towards Yumna.

Yumna was silent when one hand of Haidar was on her shoulder, while the other hand picked up coffee from inside. His back felt warm attached to Haidar's chest, Yumna's body stiffened. That warm feeling made his blood rustle. Chestedes.

Yumna's head was still looking up, she could see Haidar's face clearly from this close distance. Haidar had already taken the coffee in his hand, he lowered his head and smiled looking at Yumna who was now speechless. His brown eyes...

dug... Yumna and Haedar felt the same way. Their chest beats rapidly. Their eyes locked onto each other, unknowingly their distance was getting closer. Haidar's warm breath was clearly felt on Yumna's chin. I don't know why Yumna couldn't think like she used to. Can't think of all that.

Haidar caught Yumna's ping with both hands, grabbing her to get closer to her.

Stuffy... Yumna's chest was tight because something was stirring inside her. He's aware of what's going to happen next, but he doesn't want to avoid.

Damnit damnit!!

"Sorry Sister Yumna, Mr. Haidar. Jeje doesn't know you're in the kitchen"

Yumna and Haidar's faces were both flushed, as was Jeje who was awkward with this situation. He was very sorry, going inside at the wrong time.

He shouldn't have gone into the house. He had forgotten that inside there was a new shopkeeper who could be said to be no longer new.

"It's okay A' Jeje. Please." Yumna retreated, giving way to Jeje, while Haidar glared, staring at Jeje dislike.

Jeje smiled grimacingly, between shame and fear, the boss' husband looked fierce, especially just now that he had interrupted his time with his wife, his gaze like an eagle was eyeing prey, oh... not just an eagle, but it is like a death with its trident with two pointed horns on the head.

Glekk... Jeje struggled to swallow his saliva.

"Don't be mbak, Jeje. Just remember that there is no tea. Jeje... go first mbak Yumna, sorry Mr. Haidar!" jeje shouted at the end of the sentence as he rushed away from there quickly out of where he had entered.

Yumna looked at Jeje confusedly, while Haidar snorted in annoyance. If there's no business going into the kitchen why should she go in? Just disturb!

Yumna looked at Haidar awkwardly. His face turned red, remembering what almost happened to them earlier.

Haidar likes the blushing face of Yumna.

"We continue on?" tanya Haidar teases his wife.

Yumna raised her gaze looking at Haidar.

"Lane... Continue which one?" bepura-pura asked when in her heart knew very well what Haidar meant.

Haidar pursed his lips and took one step forward. His hands stretched out in preparation to pull Yumna's body.

Brakk...

"Awww.." menstruationar was strangled when Yumna hit him on the head with a frying teplon.

"sick... Why did you hit me?" asked Haidar stroking his linu head.

"Don't fuck around!" threaten her.

Akh... Aje sialaaann!!