Shackles of Love, Mr. Duda
Make provisions

...~Happy Reading~...

As usual, after taking her kids to school. Now Adnan went straight to his office along with Yoga. Nasya did not come, because there was his class at noon. Therefore, Adnan told Nasya to cook at home, and when later going to leave for campus must deliver to his office because it is one way.

And now, Nasya is made dizzy himself because he does not know what his boss tastes like. During this time he cooked only for his foster children, not for his father. And for his daily cooking he is not so dizzy, because he likes not to like, whatever he cooks, children are still easily deceived and forced to keep eating.

It is very unlikely not, if he forces Adnan to still like his cooking if it is not delicious later. That's what makes Nasya so confused and frustrated.

“You cook whatever you must eat. Because Mr. Adnan never choose food, just don't be too oily because he is very health-conscious and does not like too much oil and coconut milk.” Said mbok Yem approaching Nasya who is now crouching in front of the refrigerator, researching food ingredients one by one.

“Do not oil and coconut milk?” muttered Nasya parroted and went back to thinking, “But the food in fried, he still ate right mbok?” ask Nasya again.

“Eat, just don't get too greasy. Hemm, how is it? Greasy food is rich, probably pasture cuisine. That's too much oil and coconut milk, and like that Mr. Adnan can't. But if only chicken fish or what is fried, he still eats although not much,” said mbok Yem made Nasya nod his head.

“But at that time, Nasya had seen Mr. Adnan eating at a padang restaurant, loh Mbok,” said Nasya immediately turned his head and looked up at mbok Yem.

“You are ngawur ya Sya. The food is so good, who can refuse it. It's just that Mr. Adnan does not dare to eat too often, only occasionally there must be someone who forces him to eat,” said mbok Yem who memamg already very familiar with Adnan's lifestyle, “But, he said, if there are other foods for sure he will choose healthier foods.”

With a feisty four-five, Nasya starts picking up some groceries in the refrigerator and brings her to the table to clean. Peeling and cutting, Naysa looks so good to process some of the ingredients in front of her into a special menu for her boss pack.

After some time passed, Nasya had finished his cooking, he immediately arranged it on a lunch box. While waiting for the food is not too hot. Nasya immediately took a shower and prepared to go to the office and campus of course.

“Sya, ready?” tanya Yoga when she just got out of the car and saw Nasya was seen walking in a hurry when she got out of the house.

“Yoga, what's here? Not working?” asked Nasya when he stopped in front of Yoga.

“Iya I'm working Sya, bang Adnan tell me to pick you up. Afraid you stray into his office later,” replied Yoga and in reply nods of the head by Nasya.

“Then why don't you bring this food to the office. While I can go straight to college!” nasha gave a suggestion, but quickly Yoga shook his head.

“You have to deliver by yourself. Since I'm dropping you off, I have to go first, and I'm quite hunting actually,” said Yoga while glancing towards his watch.

Nasya also had no other choice, he could only sigh rough and then immediately follow Yoga into the car to Adnan's office.