My babysitter Maduku
Chapter 109

Tok .. tok .. tok!

There was a knock coming from the front door of the contract occupied by Arini. The knocking made him shocked. Arini who was cool cooking for lunch later, immediately stopped her activities. He washes his hands and then goes to the front door.

"In a moment" said Arini while drying his hands that are still wet using an apron attached to his body.

There was no answer from outside. However, the sound of the knocking was no longer heard. The person standing behind the door stopped knocking.

"Holy, huh? Ah, it feels impossible. Normally Saints like to gawk in while shouting my name," Arini muttered with furrowed brows. "Is it possible that Mas Hendra?"

Now Arini is standing right at the door. He immediately opened the door and how surprised Arini after knowing who was standing in front of him.

"Sir Malik?"

"I'm sorry if I've been interrupting your time. Actually there's something important I want to talk about, so .. I'm forced to meet you here," said Mr. Malik.

Still as usual. The man's gaze looked cold and his expression was always flat. It happened not only in the presence of Arini, but in front of all the women who were nearby.

Somehow Mr. Malik seemed reluctant to interact with the women. However, if it had been next to the late Madam Arniz, the man would have looked so sweet and so pleasant.

Arini took a few steps back while opening the door wider. "Please come in, sir. Sorry, if the house is a mess."

Mr. Malik nodded slowly. "Thank you."

Arini led Mr. Malik to the sofa in the room. "Please sit down, sir. What do you want to drink? Tea, coffee, or-"

"Thank you, Arini. Don't bother. Anyway I just had a drink with Mr. Kosim before I came here" said Mr. Malik while sitting on the sofa.

Arini nodded slowly. He sat there and looked closely at Mr. Malik. "Sir Kosim is working again, sir?"

"Yes, just a few days ago" replied Mr. Malik.

"Thank God then."

"Arinis. Actually I'm just here to tell you that I can't have a big wedding." Mr. Malik lowered his head for a moment.

"I'm still in mourning and I don't think I can celebrate our marriage with ...." The man stopped his words. He also bit his lower lip which seemed to start shaking. In order for Arini not to see his sadness, Mr. Malik again looked down to the floor.

"It's okay, Mr. Malik. I understand, really. After all, I never had a problem with that," Arini replied sincerely.

Arini was silent for a moment. There was something he had forgotten, but I didn't know what it was. Arini tried to remember him until Mr. Malik spoke again.

"Something seems to be burning. Are you cooking something, Arini?" asked Mr. Malik while sniffing the scented aroma coming from Arini's kitchen. He noticed Arini's appearance at the time and Mr. Malik was convinced that the woman was doing her activities in the kitchen. Evidently with an apron still attached to his body.

"God! Yeah, God!" peekit Arini's. Without caring for Mr. Malik, Arini immediately ran into the kitchen.

Afraid of something unwanted, Mr. Malik rushed after Arini from behind. It turned out that what Mr. Malik was worried about was true. Because it was too hot, the fire on Arini's stove grabbed the cooking oil on the frying pan.

The fire is burning upwards. Approximately one meter high and almost grabbed the ceiling of the room. Arini was shocked to see the sight. This was the first time he had experienced such shameful and frightening things in his entire life.

"Do you have a gunny sack?" asked Mr. Malik with a panicked face looking at Arini who was still dumbstruck to see the fire coming out of his stove.

"Some, I'll get it for a second." Despite the fear, Arini still tried to focus and not panic. He picked up a gunny sack that was already available in the closet.

"This, Master!"

"Please, wet the thing" said Mr. Malik while trying to remove the head of the regulator hose from Arini's gas cylinder. "Oh my God, may this be the right way!" murmured Mr. Malik who also panicked.

After successfully releasing the regulator, Mr. Malik was finally able to be a little more relieved because the fire that came out of the stove had begun to shrink. Right at that time Arini came to him with a sack of gunny that had been moistened.

"This is how, sir?"

"Here!" Mr. Malik greeted him and then covered the flame with the object.

"Yourf!"

Both Arini and Mr. Malik breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you very much, Sir," said Arini, smiling wryly at Mr. Malik. She is utterly ashamed that her folly is evident here and Arini is convinced that Mr. Malik must have considered her the most reckless woman.

"Together." Mr. Malik smiled faintly.

"May I not be fired as his future wife. Oh my god, I'm stupid!" muttered Arini in heart while stroking her nape.

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