
After Mili entered the door that Banu pointed to, he got it was a nice room. He thinks it's very luxurious. He immediately approached the cabinets that were designed according to demand and the size of the room. Very fitting to see it.
"Because I was told to change, it means that the shirt is in the closet, right?" guess Mili muttered to herself. He opened the closet door and found a woman's shirt. "It's ... New clothes, right?" Mili grabbed one shirt carefully and inhaled it. There was a perfume of laundry that he often found. "Better I ask. It can't be a new shirt. Why is he collecting women's clothes?"
Mili came out and did not find Banu at the door. But then Banu appeared from behind.
"What's Mili? You haven't changed your clothes?" tanya Banu saw Mili still wearing the same clothes.
"The clothes in the closet, don't belong to anyone else, do they?" ask Mili directly without further ado.
"Gdf ... " Banu chuckled. Mili raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You jealous?" tanya Banu intimidates. Mili. This is more surprising. Didn't expect there would be that question.
"Ah, that ..."
"It's okay. I'm happy to see you like that" said Banu to calm Mili who misbehaved because of the question just now. "That's the shirt I've got for you. New clothes. It's just that I was laundry first. Because if it is used directly, it is dirty," said Banu.
"So ... You purposely prepared all this?"
"Absolutely. It's not like I said I have a lot of time because of unemployment" Banu said, making Mili smile.
"Yes. Unemployed who have luxury apartments and cars," led Mili. Banu smiled as he looked at Mili's cheeks. "What are you doing?" tanya Mili looked back.
"none. Just waiting for you to change clothes. You better get changed, so we can have a nice chat." Banu pushed Mili's shoulders gently to immediately enter again into the room.
"Yes. Okay, Mr." Mili joking.
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”Oh, are you done?" Banu approached Mili and touched both arms of this girl. "Come, we're sitting there." Then lead Mili to the table. Like a robot, Mili just obeyed the guidance of Banu's hand.
While sitting at the dining table, he was shocked. There is plenty of food available there. "This what?" ask this girl. Mili looks confused.
"This is for our dinner" said Banu with a satisfied face.
"Where is all this coming from?" ask Mili in wonder.
"Come, sit down first." Banu pressed Mili's shoulder to put his butt on the soft used sofa. Mili.
"There's no way you cook everything by yourself, right?" Mili could not believe that this man answered like that. He looked at Banu with a probing look.
"No way." Banu smiled a little. He sat down next to Mili.
"Yes, it seems like you can't possibly cook," Mili said, sounding disappointed.
"It looks like you wish I could cook like in dramas ..." Banu looks a bit sad.
"No," Mili argued quickly. His face was embarrassed to be considered that way. He does not want Mr. Banu misunderstood. "I just thought you couldn't cook. Not expecting you to cook."
"really?"
"of course. That's not an important point."
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