Sacred In Stain
Be imagined

Chapter 48. Be imagined

Space gradually brightened when the solar tendrils began to show its resplendence in the eastern horizon, punishing the dark expelled from its throne.

Yudhis has been fresh and neat in an elegant suit old gray color work quality Nara Boutique, still part of VN Fashion devoted to designing formal clothes.

A savory aroma stirred his appetite suddenly infiltrating his nostrils, along with his stomach rumbling hungry. Yudhis last night had only eaten a piece of burger, time-consuming due to the endless busy work.

“Mmmh, delicious aroma from where is this, what from the neighbor's house? But is my home far away from the other neighbors? Could it be wind? Or the stomach effect of hunger?” murmured to himself in front of the mirror while putting on a tie.

Out of the room, Yudhis went to the kitchen to make morning coffee and toast bread to fill his rumbling stomach. Fast breakfast by Yudhis. Understandably, the name is also bachelor, preferring practical food or buying ready-made outside.

Stunned, Yudhis blinked as soon as he entered the dining room that was instantly fused with the clean kitchen. Groped a few times, rubbing his eyes worried about the wrong look, when presented an unusual thing appeared in his residence. Right in front of his stove was a woman wrapped in a bathrobe and a hair towel stood back against him coming.

His feathers suddenly stood uncompromising, a strange prejudice permeated his pulse and his mind wondered.

What's wrong with my kitchen? How could my house suddenly have a waiter? But, isn't that my bathrobe?

Massaging the temple for a moment, Judis finally remembered something. Never having found a woman in his house in the morning, Yudhis forgot that last night for the first time there was a woman staying at his residence.

“Eh, good morning, Bang Yu-eh Brother Yudhis,” said Khalisa clumsy, who is still not used to his call to Yudhis. Greet the host when he found Yudhis standing by the dining table as soon as he turned around with the plate in hand.

“Sorry, I've been sassy to use the kitchen. I was making breakfast, I ... hungry,” continued Khalisa again who then bowed shyly while showing a plate containing omelet, while Yudhis was still stunned staring at Khalisa without blinking, failing to focus.

In the bathrobe in the morning with the hair wrapped in a towel leaving some wet strands of hair falling on the side of the neck, Khalisa's fresh look with fading makeup is no longer thick as overnight, making Yudhis not want to turn away for a moment. Fascinated shy hue scrawled on the flat white cheekbones.

Not only did it make him more stunned and never reply to Khalisa's greeting, without being told, his sense of sight scanned the tiny Khalisa when he was with him, down from head to toe. No doubt, the shadow last night when Khalisa stood before him only left the triangular cloth crossed his mind. Yudhis is also a normal man, especially last night was the first time for him to see the smooth beauty of the grooved and beautiful women, it is only natural for a moment his instincts undermined his mind.

“Astagfirullahala’zim!” Yudhis rubbed his face rough, trying to shake off the shadow should not be suddenly stopped.

“Ke-why, Sis?” Frightened, Khalisa put the plate on the dining table, surprised by Yudhis reaction, his face stiffened with fear that Yudhis was angry with him for having been presumptuous to interrupt the host kitchen.

“Ehm, it's nothing. There was a cockroach near the stove,” he reasoned, staying calm while raising his chin.

“Arghhhhhhhhh!”

Hearing the words of the cockroach Khalisa gave a startled cry, as fast as lightning ran and jumped at Yuhdis so shocked, tightly embracing the man's neck.

“Where is the cockroach? where!” panicked shouting.

“Ehm, um, already gone,” replied Yudhis briefly, instead he is the clumsy one now.

“Ffuhh, thank goodness. I had a bad experience with cockroaches. Why in this luxury house can there be cockroaches?” great-grandson Khalisa before then glared in surprise as soon as he realized that he was in Yudhis's seat now.

Khalisa jumped down in a hurry, almost strayed if he did not hold onto Yudhis arm, moved away quickly and bowed deeply in shame.

Yudhis felt his face heat up. Moving to take a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator, gulp it to try to reduce his sudden heartbeat irregular storm.

“What cooking?” Yudhis opened the sentence again, desperately staying cool, trying to break the awkwardness that lay between the two of them.

Khalisa, who kept staring at the floor, inevitably raised his face as soon as Yudhis asked about what he was cooking.

“I made a cheese omelet and toast, sorry I opened the fridge without permission and searched for groceries because I was hungry. But, as compensation I've swept the whole house,” I'm Khalisa.

“Am I made too? It is unethical that you cook at people's homes just to eat yourself.”

“Of course. The second one is for Brother, uh Kak.” Khalisa was as good as himself, continued to stutter when trying to mention the name of Yudhis with his appendages.

“So, actually you are more comfortable calling me Brother or Sister?” Yudhis folded his lips now. Holding back the laughter that wants to break. For Yudhis, Khalisa's winking eyes in this tense moment seemed funny.

“Can I think again?” pinta Khalisa innocently, laughed confusedly.

“Take as much thinking time as you want. Provided you do not get the results of thinking you instead call me ‘Mbak’.” Yudhis chuckled, joked, and lured Khalisa's laughter up.

“Didn't you say you were hungry? So why are you still standing there. Sit down and eat. After this I loaned my trending and t-shirts as a change of clothes, I will take you somewhere before contacting the pimping boss. Make sure you are safe first before taking action,” said Yudhis, pulling a dining chair for Khalisa and after he approached the kitchen cabinet drawer, took a glass and a spoon.

“What do you do?” khalisa asked, turning his head to observe the activities of Yudhis.

“You brew latte coffee,” he replied while commenting on a quick smile.

“You want me to make?” tawal Khalisa's. “As a form of my thanks even though it may be very simple.”

“Mmm, can. Make it good yes.”

Seriate.