I'm Fine

Meanwhile, behind the kitchen, Yanti, who had just finished throwing trash in the big bin, was curious about what she saw. A bird perched on a branch of a fruit tree, a bird whose feathers were beautifully colored in the garden lights and this was the first time she had seen it.

Curiosity was instantly lost and replaced with fear that appeared suddenly. 'Could it be a ghost in disguise,' Yanti whispered to herself, at that moment the hairs on her neck stood up. She quickly walked into the kitchen. Arriving in the kitchen, Yanti was surprised to see Wanto standing near the freezer, because when he came out, there were only two assistants of Yanti's friends.

"Wanto. What are you doing here?" asked Yanti in surprise. Not to mention the young man answered.

"He is waiting for you, he wants to be invited to watch," said the woman with the white forehead because of the flour paste, without giving Wanto a chance to answer the young widow's question.

"Haphazard!" short curses from the sexy lips of the sexi widow while striding gracefully like a model past the innocent youth.

"It's not like that, Aunty Yanti. Mr. Darno ordered Wanto to ask you to make three cups of coffee," replied the village youth who was still innocent by looking down and occasionally stealing glances at Yanti.

"Ooo, I see. I'll make it for a moment, you sit on the chair first," Yanti replied, pointing to the chair near the door. Then she took three glasses from the furniture cupboard near the kitchen table.

"Okay, Aunt Yanti. Thank you." Wanto answered briefly, while sitting in the chair that Yanti pointed out earlier.

"Wanto. Do you like sweet or bitter coffee?" suddenly the young man was surprised by Yanti's question.

"I just obey," said Wanto briefly with his eyes still wandering around every corner of the kitchen room. 'How come the kitchen is so luxurious, even more luxurious than the living room of the village head's house in my village' Wanto secretly spoke in his heart.

"The man must have the initiative, don't just obey, so it's not hot enough" instead of Yanti who answered, it was the white-headed woman who was still working on Wanto.

When Wanto's gaze was serious as he scanned every corner of the room and the furniture in it, his eyes unknowingly turned to Yanti's body, which was busy measuring sugar into a glass while dancing a little, ignoring the people in the room.

Even though he was just an innocent village youth and it was his first time setting foot in this Metropolitan city. But as a normal man, he couldn't deny let alone deny the reality, the scene before his eyes that he was seeing right now. His masculine spirit suddenly appeared and his perverted brain began to contaminate his senses.

'Tall body, beautiful face, clean white skin, perfect body curves, she is also still young. How come it's a shame if you let it remain a widow. If only I could fuck her?' Wanto's lewd thoughts began to appear and react spreading throughout his body. It felt like something was tightening in Wanto's vital organs.

"This coffee is ready. You bring it yourself, I want to help make the cake," Yanti's words awakened the slovenly thoughts of the innocent young man.

"Okay, Aunt Yanti. Thank you," said Wanto who immediately got up from his seat and immediately grabbed and brought a tray containing three cups of coffee that the bohay widow had handed him, without having time to fix his pants.

"You're welcome. Later when the cake is cooked, I'll take it there," Yanti replied, shaking her head. Because the young widow had just seen something strange in Wanto. There was something protruding and looking big in the boy's pants. For a moment, Yanti immediately swallowed her saliva.

After Wanto came out of the kitchen, Yanti immediately joined her friends to help make their mistress and master's favorite cake.

When Wanto arrived at the seat next to the garden, he immediately placed the tray on the table in the middle of the iron chair.

"Please, Mr. Darno and Uncle Udin. Enjoy the coffee. All the sugar and coffee quantities are the same, said Bik Yanti." Wanto said as he handed a glass to the two old men sitting opposite each other.

"Thank you, Wanto." answered Mr. Darno, followed by Uncle. Udin, while bringing the cup containing coffee to where they were sitting.

"Wanto, is the cake not done yet?" Mr. Darno continued the question, while his hand poured the still hot coffee onto the saucer.

"Not yet, Aunty Yanti will bring you here when it's ripe." Wanto answered while straightening his sitting position.

"Good, if the young widow brought her here herself. We can see a little view of the widow's beautiful body," Mr. Darno answered while winking at Udin.

"Remember, we are old, your wife is also here, Mr. Darno. Leave it for Wanto who is still young," replied Uncle Udin, widening his smile and looking at Wanto. Immediately, Wanto, who was drinking, choked because he was surprised to hear the words that Udin said.

Seeing his friend in trouble, the two parents actually laughed out loud. It made Wanto even more awkward.

Meanwhile in the main building of the mansion, Mila, who has finished bathing and applying makeup, is wearing a sleeveless white dress, high heels, and long flowing hair. She stepped down the stairs and into the family room, where Minah was waiting for her there.

"My daughter is very beautiful. Very lucky the man who will be your life partner, Non." said Ms. Minah when she saw the arrival and appearance of the young lady, with a face that showed happiness. Unknowingly, the middle-aged woman immediately rushed over and hugged the beautiful young girl.

Mila, who did not have the time and did not want to escape, could only receive a loving hug from the person who had nurtured and cared for her since she was little until she grew up like she is today. Without realizing it, her soft hands embraced and rubbed Minah's back.

Even though this scene had happened many times, these two women never got tired of doing such things. However, this time there seemed to be something different with Ms. Minah, a warm and strong hug as if there was a sense of concern in the middle-aged woman.

"Yes, Aunty. Mila is amused to know!" The flat sentence that came out of those sensual lips, awakened the maid who was tightly hugging her body. In fact, the young girl knew about the worries her nanny was currently feeling, but she didn't know what it was about.

"Miss, Aunty wants to accompany Miss Mila until she is old. Aunty doesn't want to be away from Miss Mila," said Minah's unusual words, adding to the curiosity in the beautiful girl. Especially with the position of Minah who seems reluctant to let go of her arms

"Yes. Aunty's Minah, must and will continue to be with me until old age, until I have children," replied Mila, calming emotions and comforting the middle-aged woman while slightly stretching her arms.

"Ms. Minah, why! What's wrong, why suddenly like this?" Mila asked after their bodies were facing each other.

"Auntie doesn't know, Miss. Auntie is just scared," replied Mrs. Minah, her face starting to turn red and the clear beads that had started to creep down the corners of her eyes.

"Don't be afraid anymore, auntie. I'm fine and will always be good," the beautiful girl replied to soothe the feelings of the woman who had taken care of her for a long time.

To be continued...