Baby Sugar

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"What?! I don't want to get pregnant, Ra. My mother will be angry. I still want to go to school, I want to go to college, I want to be a businessman. How can I not get pregnant, Ra?" ask Sinta Panic. She's afraid of getting pregnant.

"Calm down, Sin. I'm a loyal friend, will not stay friends in a slump, proof I help you to get a lot of money. I will not bring misfortune on you either. I'm not just a good friend up front, I'm not that type, Sin," Laura said Steadily and as if with a spirit. His words were made as sepuitical as possible.

"Yes, but how can I not get pregnant?" tanya Sinta gereget's.

"Take the drug KB, Sin. Cheap really, not up to a million prices."

"Byh! You're kidding mululu, huh. Yeah, well, take me to the drug store, yeah!"

"Relin!" wash Laura while putting the fries in her mouth.

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Tonight Sinta has been contacted by Om Jaya to stay in the rented only, there is no request. Sinta was very happy, because he was free from serving Om Jaya, his body also felt sore.

Sinta suddenly wants to eat fried rice at the crossroads near the kost-an. He walked leisurely towards the sales cart. Tonight the atmosphere is quite crowded, many young couples hang out in chairs near the cart while enjoying fried rice.

Sinta ordered one plate of fried rice, and one more serving to pack. The packaged rice was for him for dinner, now he prefers to buy packaged rice rather than cooking his own rice. After all, the money is a lot, bought rice packs every day will definitely not run out, right?

There was one person in line in front of Sinta, a middle-aged woman. Then a new matic motorcycle stopped next to the cart, a woman maybe a year or two younger than Sinta, opened her helmet, then she ordered fried rice without waiting in line.

'Maybe a rich man, ' Inner Sinta. Because, you can order without waiting in line.

No wonder if fried rice selling Pak Yono is in demand by all people, from the poor to the rich, they are very fond of fried rice made by street vendors. Not infrequently, state officials stopped by to try it felt addictive. Once try, you want to go straight. Again, and again.

Now it was Sinta's turn, the order rice was ready, Sinta brought to the corner of the table that was not too crowded, but close to Pak Yono's cart.

The woman riding the matic motorcycle got off her vehicle, got closer to the wagon.

"Eh, Neng Vina, just order a pack, huh? Tumben," said Mr. Yono. His hands nimble put rice and his friends into the package.

"Yes Sir. Again want to eat a little, calculate the diet," said the woman with a laugh. From his talk with Pak Yono, it seemed like he was a loyal customer, and was already familiar with Pak Yono.

"Eh, yesterday the feeling I saw your father's car, stopped in front of the alley," pointed Pak Yono at the entrance to Sinta's residence.

"Myfather? Papi means?"

"Yes, Neng. There are still women who get out of the car, bring a bag of groceries, a lot of Neng," explained Pak Yono.

The woman named Vina was frowning.

"Female? Bring a grocery bag? Wrong look at the times, sir!" sergeant Vina.

"Well, I can't see it wrong. Isn't that Buk? Yesterday there was a woman getting out of the car with a lot of groceries, right?" asked Pak Yono to his wife beside who was busy frying rice.

"Well, why ask me, sir? I don't know anything, I don't see" said the wife.

"That's a loh, Buk, which yesterday I again watered the lawn, until 'will you dry the clothes again."

"Yes it's already his father Neng Vina, until I don't remember, he used to buy fried rice here."

"So it's true Papi I'm sending women with a lot of groceries?" Vina's voice seemed curious.

"Yes Neng, if it's not wrong .. em, the feeling I saw the woman before," said Minar while thinking for a moment.

Sinta, who felt herself yesterday coming home from the mall and getting off the luxury car just like Pak Yono was talking, was feeling quite uneasy. His heart was wary, lest the woman in question is himself. As soon as he felt full, steaming fried rice mixed with chicken and trinkets now no longer attract taste, but, earlier he was very hungry.

What if a woman named Vina was Om Jaya's son? What if Vina finds out that she's the father's mistress' girlfriend? Then Vina tells her mother and they hit Sinta?

'Oh, noooo! I'm not a prankster, am I! I'm just a dark boyfriend and forced to, don't call me an actor!' Inner Sinta fought his own war.

The fried rice that was still lying in his mouth for a few minutes, was swallowed with great difficulty.

The rice that is still a lot on the plate is left just like that. Only the rice was wrapped in his hands. Fortunately, Sinta was wearing a jacket with a head covering, so she tried to hide her face behind her shirt.

"P-pak, i-this I pay for two packs of rice, the change is for you only," said Sinta Lirih while offering pink money.

"Have you eaten, Neng? Very sad, tumben. Uh, it's a lot of money, Neng!" Pak Yono flipped through the money in hand with sparkling eyes.

"I-yes, Sir. Once again engrossed in eating a sudden stomach ache, kebellet. It's all okay for Dad. There's more sustenance, sir." Sinta bowed her body and then said goodbye.

"Thank you very much, Neng. Thank God the sustenance is going nowhere. Get well soon, so you can eat here again, Neng!" kelakar Pak Yono with joy.

"Dicated money, sir?" minar asked as she loosened her head towards the husband.

"Yes, Buk. Very good with Sinta."

"Thank God, sir. We pray for more sustenance."

"Yes, Buk. Maybe he has more deliveries from the village, so share the sustenance."

"Eh, but if Neng Sinta is nervous, his face is also like that behind a jacket. Why yes, sir?"

"Maybe nervous because of kebellet, Buk. Heh, gosong tuh fried rice!" pekik Pak Yono's.

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"Sir, may I ask you a favor, no? No one else can know, yes!" whispered Vina after paying her credit.

"Please what, Neng? If the secret matter is safe, it won't leak."

"So gini, sir, I'm really curious who the woman who was riding the car papi, so later if it fits there papi come here again, and Pak Yono also saw, please take a picture yes, please, in the photo!"

"Oh that, it's fine, but I don't promise ya, Neng. If I happen to see my new photo, right, if I don't see ya can't."

"Sip! This is cigarette for you." Vina gave two hundred bills.