Good Night

"Good night Bell, go to sleep right away, don't stay up late." Rian's message when he had delivered Bella in front of his bedroom door.

"Tomorrow, if you want to change clothes, just use the clothes in the closet, there are a lot of women's clothes." Rian said.

"Yes, Mas. Thank you for bringing me here," Bella said with a smile.

"You're welcome, then I'll go straight to the good night Bell's room." Rian immediately went back to his room again to sleep.

"Good night too, Mas." Bella turned around and entered the room and locked the door.

This sunny morning Bella has woken up today is a Sunday, fortunately she is off work, otherwise what would she wear to work while Bella is staying at her boss's house.

Bella had finished cleaning herself and then walked towards the kitchen there was already a woman who seemed to be a maid in this house.

"Excuse me, Miss, who is this? All I know is that Den Daffa never allowed a woman to live here."

"Sorry, Bi, I'm Mr. Daffa's secretary last night, I brought him home because Mr. Daffa was drunk, Bi."

"Drunk? Seriously Non, Aunt Den Daffa's feelings at least like the smell of alcohol like that."

"Yes, ma'am. It seems that when Mr. Daffa was drinking, the woman gave him medicine. When he came home from the hotel he immediately became unconscious, Bi."

"Astaghfirullah, how brave that woman is." Aunt said istighfar rubbed her chest can't believe there is still such a bad woman.

"Auntie what are you cooking?" Bella saw Aunt Ijah was cooking it seemed like it was food for her boss.

"This is Non Aunt cooking Capcay, Den Daffa's favorite dish."

"Mr. Daffa likes Capcay too, Bi." Bella just found out that Mr. Daffa likes Capcay food.

"Yes, Non, he really likes it."

Every day Daffa always told Aunt Ijah to make Capcay food otherwise she wouldn't want to eat.

"Wow, just like me, Ms."

Bella also really likes Capcay food.

"Wow, maybe Non's match with Den Daffa." Aunt Ijah agrees that Bella has a match with her employer.

"Don't be, Mrs. My future husband will be angry," Bella joked even though there was no future husband yet.

"Non, you already have a husband, don't you?" asked Aunt Ijah.

"Not to mention Otw Bi," Bella replied with a chuckle.

"Otw what is it Non?" Wrinkled his brow not knowing what Otw meant.

"Otw, it's like being on the wrong road, Bi," Bella said, without them realizing Daffa was standing behind a wall listening to the two of them talk.

"Hahaha, it's nothing."

The two of them were chatting and also Bella helping Aunt Ijah cook, don't get me wrong Bella is the best at cooking.

"Looks like someone is talking about me," quipped Daffa, walking up to the two of them, folding her arms across her chest.

"E-eh father hehe," Bella smirked, scratching her head that didn't itch.

"Sorry Den, Non. Auntie to the dining table first." Bella nodded, Aunt Ijah rushed out of the kitchen afraid of being scolded by her employer, she might even be fired again.

"What are you talking about?" Raising her eyebrows wanted to make Bella nervous and sure enough she was confused about what to answer her boss.

"No sir. Oh, yes, you're awake?" Bella asked if Daffa had woken up from her hangover last night.

"Sober? What do you mean, I'm still sane." Daffa shows her body is still in good health, nothing is lacking at all.

"You don't remember yesterday that you were drunk," said Bella.

"Drunk? Last night I don't remember anything, I just brought it home by you," said Daffa, not remembering anything about yesterday at all.

"You don't remember last night you kissed my lips," Bella said

"Hah kiss, there's no way I kiss you." Daffa was also surprised to see Bella's lips were like scars, was she the one who had done that to her secretary?

"Seriously sir, don't you remember when you confessed your love to me." Bella was still wondering if her Boss was completely unconscious when he was drunk all night.

"Hahaha crazy times I like you."

Daffa just pretended in front of him that she didn't like him, even though deep down she loved him so much it was just a prestige barrier.

"It's very sadistic, sir, ask nicely," Bella retorted, asking nicely, instead of being answered nicely, she even answered that it hurt her feelings.

"It's up to me donk."

"You know I'm lazy to talk to you." Averts his gaze.

"Why are you in my house?" Daffa asked a little surprised why Bella could be in her own house.

"Well, last night I took Mr drunk back home. Then Mas Rian said to stay because it was really midnight, so okay, I'll stay here."

"You know, no one is allowed to stay in this house. Except without my permission."

"How do I know sir, the person Mas Rian who gave the permission is the same, isn't he your younger brother?"

"He is my sister, but the one in power in this house is me. Who told you to wear the clothes of the late. My mother."

"Mas Rian, he said to just wear clothes in the closet, so I'll choose." He shrugged nonchalantly, feeling not guilty. He wasn't wrong because he didn't know anything.

"I don't allow you to wear clothes in that closet, because it reminds me of my late mother." Daffa saw Bella wearing clothes that almost resembled Alm. her mother.

"S-sorry sir, I really don't know. Then I'll just change my clothes, sir."

"No need, already in use."

"Once again I apologize, sir." Bella hugged Daffa's arm making herself smile to herself, when she saw Bella her face immediately turned flat.

"Let go of my hand," Daffa begged to let go of the hug.

"Why the hell, sir? Just hug for a moment and it's also very stingy," Bella grumbled and immediately let go of her hug.

"I'm allergic to women," Daffa said.

"Huh, is that right, sir? Well, maybe Mr. Gay," Bella accused.

"Watch your words, I'm just uncomfortable hugging you." Daffa is only prestige Even though in her heart she is very happy.

"I thought I was Mr. Gay!"

"I'm tired of talking to you." Daphne turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"That's a shame, man," Bella muttered, following her boss from behind, until they reached the dining room, there was already Rian waiting for his brother to eat together.

"Where have you been, Bro, I've been hungry for so long," grumbled Rian, who had been tired of waiting for his brother at the dinner table.