Devano Pranata Yoga
The God Level Prestigious

"What is this, Jimm?" dev asked after Jimmy handed him the Pink rice box.

"Rice box, sir," replied Jimmy plainly.

"Stupid! I know this is a rice box! Why is it this color!" dev shouted as he stared in disbelief at the rice box he had in his hand.

"It's all there is, said Miss Safira," explained Jimmy and drove straight to the company.

"It's embarrassing!" Dev opened the rice box and bit off a piece of toast that was still warm.

Dev ate all his toast, during the trip to the company, while occasionally smiling strangely.

'It seems like a great start for Mr. Dev and Ms. Safira.' Inner Jimmy.

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During the day, Dev leaned back while daydreaming at the ceiling of his room, then occasionally smiled indistinctly.

"Sir, do you want anything for lunch?" ask Jimmy politely.

"I want to go home," replied Dev involuntarily.

"Going home? Are you missing someone. Or are you missing someone's cooking?" jimmy Goda.

"Don't say much, Jimm!" Dev gets up from his seat, then steps out ahead of Jimmy.

'Wait a minute, what will I say to Safira?' Inner Dev asked, at once confused himself.

"What's up, Mister?" jimmy asks because Dev suddenly stops and turns his direction.

"No, just order lunch for me in a normal place" Dev replied and laid himself on the couch.

'Hahahaha, his prestige is god-level.' Jimmy's inner self mocked Dev.

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At 5pm. Jimmy and Dev have arrived home. The two of them stared at each other as they looked at Safira who was sitting by the chair, while looking at her hands.

"Why hands?" dev's hand crouched down in front of Sapphira.

"Eh, Brother Dev," Safira said and stood up and hid his ironed hand.

"What are you hiding?" ask Dev curiously.

"Nothing" Safira said. But he still hid his hand.

"Your hand! Have a look!"

"Ah, I forgot, I haven't lifted my clothesline yet" Safira said, stepping into the side garden.

"Give me your hand!"

"What is this?" dev continued to ask while staring at Safira's bloated, watery hands.

"Anu, that, the former iron," answered Safira bowed.

Dev exhaled again, then invited Sapphira to sit in the living room.

"Jimm! Get me the medicine box in my room!"

Jimmy nodded then did as Dev asked. A few minutes later, he returned with Dev's medicine box.

"Other times, do not daydream when ironing," said Dev while applying the ointment on Safira's hands.

"Thank you, Brother."

"Hmmm, you're welcome."

Dev got up and walked into the kitchen. He was immediately stunned when he saw so many dinner menus that Safira would cook.

"Can he cook with such a hand?" muttered Dev then glanced towards Safira who was walking towards the kitchen.

"You sure you're gonna cook this much?" dev asked in a still cold tone.

"Well, what's the matter, brother?"

"Your hand?" tanya Dev looks a little worried.

"This?" Sapphira raised her hand. "This means nothing" Safira continued, smiling faintly.

'Help, no? Help, no?' Inner Dev wondered.

The man continued to stare at Safira who was vigorously cutting vegetables on the kitchen table.

"Can I help you?" Finally, those words came out of Dev's mouth as well.

"Sister Dev? What does Dev want to help?" safira asked confusedly.

"Anything," replied the man back coldly.

"It's okay, Brother, you should take a shower and change clothes, I can do all this myself" Safira said.

"Hmmm, okay." Dev stepped out of the kitchen, then looked at Jimmy who seemed to be laughing at him.

'Damn, why it's like this, now.' Dev's inner grumble is upset.

The man quickly stepped up the stairs towards his room. He pecked for a moment then stroked his nape while smiling faintly.