Money Or Honey
Episode 7: First morning

“The switches for the 1st floor are all next to the last-” refrigerator

“Hah? Did ya? But I didn't see her this morning.” cut Hiyola.

They are currently sitting at the dining table. Robert was explaining everything about the house that Hiyola needed to know. But, since then Hiyola just kept cutting his sentence.

“Ah.. can crazy me!” roberth, frustrated. Hiyola who was aware of her mistake again nodded obediently.

“Can you shut up?” Ask Robert. Hiyola could see a considerable warning sign on the man's forehead.

“Sorry sir.” He replied, nodding, with a slight clumsy smile.

Aishh.

“Lusa, working maid will return, so you don't need to do homework, especially.. never touch the kitchen.” Obviously Roberth by pressing on the word ‘kapur’ not forgetting he gave a duplicate key also to Hiyola.

After finishing the lecture, Robert immediately waltzed away, going up to his room. He had to get ready for the meeting this morning. While Hiyola was waiting, she left after making sure Robert had entered her room.

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Hiyola ruffled hair, rough. She was confused about what to wear to college today. All the clothes in the closet were not helpful at all.

“Argghhh...” growled at throwing all the clothes into bed. Just now he was forced to wear sleeping pajamas because that was the only clothing with a different style that he had in this large closet.

“Aishh... can be crazy me.” He was upset while walking to the front door of the room.

Hiyola wanted to see if Robert had left or not. Hiyola's plan was to wrap the egg that she had fried earlier so that the man would bring her to the office, as well as a sign of gratitude for not taking advantage of the situation this morning.

Still with his head out, Hiyola heard the sound of the door being opened. As fast as lightning, before Robert left, Hilyola took a thousand steps, running down the stairs.

“What else does the woman do?” Robert shook his head, then pulled up, closed the door. Downstairs, he reached into a cell phone and contacted Petra.

“I'll be there in 5 minutes.” After hearing Petra's answer, he then turned off his phone, tidying up the suit that had been messy because of the activity.

“You're going to the office now, Mister?” hiyola exclaimed, ran while carrying a black crackle and handed it to Robert.

Observing the giving of Hiyola, Robert frowned.

“What?”

“Eggs that I fried this morning.” Hiyola replies while trying to give her best smile so that Robert knows that she is no longer suspicious of her intentions, and she will do her best until their contract expires.

“For?”

Hiyola hit her jidat, “Of course for the master take it to the office.”

“I can eat in the office, for you only.” Reject Roberth, continuing his steps walking outside.

Hiyola ran again, chasing. “Don't we have to play each other's roles? I became a good wife and master became a good husband.” Return to hand over the bag.

Robert closed his eyes, again feeling frustrated, somehow dealing with this noisy woman.

But, Hiyola could not stay silent, she felt indebted to Robert.

“Then how do I return the favor for what happened this morning? It's a shame, but I don't want to owe you, Sir!” complained Hiyola, he even stretched out his hands so that Robert did not move anywhere.

“No need to thank. Just don't run around like you did this morning, and also like you did a while ago. Understand?”

Hiyola nodded with a smile at Robert's departure. In his heart he was grateful, even though this marriage was just a play and Robert was always stiff, at least Robert did not treat him arbitrarily like many stories that he often read in novels.

Busy looking at her year-old husband, Hiyola only realized that she was too late to leave for college.

“Gosh, I have to hurry.” The pekik ran back. But stopped the step when Robert's words were mengiang in his head.

“Gosh, why should he tell me to walk? Just piss off.” He walked while walking fast.

***

“Death to me.”

Hiyola's hands began to take out one dress after another, throwing it on the bed, after first measuring the length of the dress on her body. Already almost 12 dresses that he tried, but none of them to his liking.

“This one is too short.”

“This one is too open.”

“Jeez, who goes to college wearing a dress a day?” his chatter, shakes.

“Oh, jeez, his chest is low once.” Flip to so many times together with the head, until finally the choice fell on a white dress with yellow flower accents that filled it, because it was the only dress with a length past the knee. Without taking another shower, Hiyola rushed to get dressed and ran down, not forgetting to lock the door.

After locking the door, Hiyola initially worried about having to go home to pick up campus equipment by taking public transportation, but it turns out that when he arrived outside, the blue motorbike was already perched sweetly in the parking lot.

Petra should be given four thumbs up when it comes to performing tasks, but attitude should still shake his head. Then cheerfully, Hiyola immediately warms up the motor for a while then starts to drive.

The morning streets were crowded, many of the riders seemed to be in a hurry as well as Hiyola who had to rush to her house to pick up college supplies.

With all his might he squeezed his right hand on the handlebar of the motor and drove like a madman. He even ignored the yellow dres that continued in the wind that unconsciously made him look sweet this morning.

From far away Hiyola saw several motorcycles and cars stopping at a red light. With a bit of courage Hiyola advanced slowly until there was no more gap for her. It just so happened that Hiyola stopped next to a Black car.

Hiyola just remembered before the number he had forgotten to wear liptint.

Not caring about the crowd, the girl immediately grabbed Liptint from inside the bag and polished it amidst the dense red light. Then to be sure, he made sure his appearance again through the black glass of the car that was right on the side, regardless of whether the person inside noticed or not, objection or not Hiyola started to take off the helmet and tidied up the black hair as she wanted. Combing with his lentic fingers then smiled sweetly because he was satisfied, then returned to using the helmet as before.

While in the car, the driver just wanted to lower the car glass, losing quickly with the red light that soon ended and Hiyola who also drove immediately.

“Where is he going so early in the morning?

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