Allow the Heart to Choose

178. Chat 3 Handsome Men

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Rico also Dante continues to struggle in the kitchen restaurant. Forcing one by one orders from all visitors who come.

No tired even though they have been there all day and only rest a few moments during the afternoon break. It can only be used for lunch as well as dhuhur prayer. The rest of them return to the kitchen again because it is during the day also many visitors who do come for lunch.

Sometimes the two of them talked, joked until they managed to laugh together. All of this is normal as usual. But today Dante looks so happy, I don't know what makes him so happy.

"And, your tumben is so happy, what's up?" Rico looked over for a moment and immediately found the smiling Dante getting sweeter.

Dante did not answer, making Rico's curiosity even bigger. But not really, Rico actually smiled after a while.

"Cie cie cie... Who wants to go up to the pelaminan," Tempta Rico.

"Well! Do you know where you are if I'm going to go up to the pelaminan?" Screeched Dante.

"That means right. Yes, because you are happy to forget your own friends. Is it possible that you won't invite me to your wedding either?!" Rico shakes inexhaustibly. Usually Dante will always be any story but right now? Hadheh.

"That's not the same time, Ric. Where I might not have invited you. You're the first person to get an invitation from me, it's not time yet so yeah haven't told me yet."

"Here, your excuse, Dan. Stale it!" Rico is getting shaken.

"Really, Ric. It was on your name invitation that was written. The others have not at all. Because what? Because you are the most special person to me."

"Game!" Rico Gulp.

"It is up to you not to believe."

"Yes, I believe. What the hell isn't. You wouldn't be getting married if I didn't come, would you?"

"Haha! Who are you talking to like that. You're not my guardian, Ric. Not a witness either. Especially the penghulu." Now Dante is shaking his head.

"Hadeuh, on the fun. What the hell is that!" The two turned their heads and found Iqbal coming.

"You want your homemade chicken pesen, Ric."

"Cats, tumben. What are you doing, Bal?" Celtuk Dante.

"Where is. Just wanted to, Dan. If people want to eat, it has to be good, right?"

"Well, who knows. If it is alhamdulilah. His son Rico will have his friend. If big could be the best friend like us-us."

"Keep it yourself?" Iqbal.

"Swimming, Bal. Dante will also follow. Then marry her again and get married. Ahaha!" Rico's laughter boomed, his hands constantly moving with the processing.

"Well, when? Who's the same, Meyka?"

"Who else. She was in love with Meyka. Where can be replaced. He said it wasn't his type, but in fact? Because of his own words he was because God made him his match." Rico interrupted.

"Happy. Finally, the poet of love is not single anymore. A little practice, so the looks are really useful." Iqbal also chuckled.

"You are the poet. Pujangga who changed profession to bucin karat man." Dante's murmur.

Laughter sounded from the three of them. Such a large room was able to be filled by the sound of the laughter of the three of them.

Many of Rico's employees saw the three, even they also smiled because they heard chatter from handsome men who would all be perfect with his status as a husband. Although Dante is not yet legal but the day has been determined so can it be said like that?

"How many servings, Bal?" Tanya Rico diverted.

"Three. Who cares." Pinta Iqbal's.

"Ready." Rico immediately prepared all the ingredients and executed them.

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