Devano Pranata Yoga
Komang Pak

The clock shows at 19:30. Now Dev, Jimmy and Safira are sitting at the dinner table.

Jimmy always has dinner here. The difference is, he always eats after Dev and Sapphira are done. But tonight's different, Dev forced Jimmy to come to dinner with him. The unkind Jimmy follows what Dev wants, all for the happiness and comfort of his Master.

They started to eat dinner in silence. Dev occasionally glanced at Safira who was focused on her food. Seeing this, Jimmy smiled happily. There is at least great hope for Sapphira now.

After dinner, Safira also cleaned all the dirty dishes on the dining table. Put the dishes near the kitchen table.

"Just do it tomorrow" said Dev, who was still sitting at the dinner table.

"Can't, Brother. If done tomorrow it will pile up and smell bad," Safira answered and rolled up her jacket sleeve and began to wash the dirty dishes.

'Kasian as well, he must be tired if it continues like this every day.' Batin Dev pityed Sapphira.

Dev stepped closer and picked up the clean dishes and placed them on the plate rack.

"Let me, brother."

"No, let me do it. You've cooked and washed the dishes, now, let me put it again" Dev replied with a faint smile.

'What dream is Dev?' Inner Sapphira asked.

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After finishing the kitchen, Safira and Dev step out simultaneously.

"Sister Dev?" call Safira and stop for a moment.

"Hmm?"

"I have an appointment tomorrow with my friend, we'll go visit the parlor" Safira told reporters.

"What time?" dev asked, it was getting cold.

"At 9 a.m., I'll be home before Dev's brother gets home from the company."

"Hmmm, go" said Dev and walked up the stairs.

"Yes, yes...." Safira jumping girang. Until he did not realize that there was still Jimmy staring at him while holding back a laugh.

After finishing his happiness, Safira immediately walked into his room. Jimmy went home because all his work was done.

After getting what he wanted, Dev came out of the kitchen, and immediately stepped into the living room, where he saw Safira watching TV while folding some of her clothes.

"Khem."

Safira turned her head then frowned looking at Dev.

"What's up, brother? Has Dev not found Kak Dev's laptop until now?" ask Safira.

"No." That's all Dev said and went closer to Sapphira. "Why haven't you slept?" continues asking.

"I'm not sleepy, brother. And I also have to fold this, so that I don't have any more burdens tomorrow" Safira explained. Dev just nodded then stared at the TV screen.

"The spectacle is of no quality" Dev muttered and then turned off the TV, which he thought was unnecessary.

"Why be killed?" safira asked confusedly. Dev just kept quiet and didn't answer.

A few minutes later, the silence in the room was broken because the ringing Hp Safira was quite loud. Sapphira grabbed the flat object she placed on the sofa.

"Hallo, Sa?"

"Yes, what's up, Al?" safira asked while tidying up the folds of her clothes.

"How, have you asked permission to go to the parlor? And how's the answer, he's not mad at you?"

"Oh, you calm down. Don't think too much. I'm fine."

"It's not so, Sa. I'm just worried, afraid that Komang is being rude to you."

"Who's Komang?" safira asked while glancing at Dev at a glance. Like the man was trying to eavesdrop on his conversation.

"Who else if not your cold husband. He looks like Mr. Komang trade ice cream."

"Hahaha, come on, tomorrow we'll talk again, see you," Safira said, then switched off the phone, before his old friend discussed things that should not be discussed.

While Dev, the man wondered in his mind. 'Al is a male or female name, huh?' Inner Dev. The man glanced at a glance at the still-lit Hp Safira screen, instantly, he smiled faintly as he looked at the woman's HP wallpaper.

"Sir Dev, I go in first" Safira said, lifting up her pile and walking towards her room.

"Rest, and have a good dream," Dev murmured after Safira actually went inside his room. He walked out of the living room and went straight up the stairs to his room.