Bitter Memories In Paris

Cheese Martabak

The two of them did not realize that grandma was watching from behind. The old woman was convinced that Ali was the one who made Yovita two-body.

''You follow them where they go!" grandma's orders.

''Okay Madam,'' replied the security guard.

Ali and Yovita use their family's motorbike without grandmother's knowledge.

They both look like a couple no one suspects that they are an employer and a maid.

Yovita was thrilled to see so many selling martabaks along the way.

''How's mrs?" ask Ali because they've been out too long.

''In front of Akang, ''' point yes.

''Your lady.'' Ali continued the bike while watching his surroundings.

Yovita down while looking at the menu there are indeed many types of tastes.

''Bak, this one is two servings huh.'' Ali just finished turning off the motorbike was surprised to hear Yovita say.

''Why so many girls?" ask Ali.

''It was me and you who ate ya, '' Yovita replied quietly.

''Ali doesn't want miss, you just eat it, '' Ali refused.

''How many more servings will it be?" ask the martabak seller.

''Stay two servings of mbak.'' Ali couldn't seem to follow what Yovita said.

''Alright,'' he said resignedly.

Yovita and Ali spent the martabak in a place where even they occasionally laughed out loud at the sight of so many visitors.

''Don't like this place?" ask Ali.

''Like, the inhabitants are so rahma, '' he replied.

''What about in town, miss? The people in this village once intention to go to the city to complain fate, said Ali.

The cheese was slowly running out even Yovita added one portion without Ali's knowledge.

''I want to go again.'' Ali was wide-eyed to see the martabak was just ripe and eaten by Yovita.

''Will my stomach hurt from eating too much?" ask Ali.

''I'm still hungry.'' Ali could not think anymore he just looked at the contents of the bag yes the money he held was only a little.

''What if the price doesn't match the money I brought?" batin Ali's.

''What are we daydreaming about?" ask Yovita.

''There's no miss, '' lied.

''How much is it all?" ask Yovita.

''Fifty thousand mbak.'' Ali was shocked to hear the price when the money he brought was only twenty thousand.

''I'm the lady who paid for it, '' said Ali quickly.

''No need to akang, '' reject Yovita.

''Ali can pay it.'' Yovita finally relented he waited for Ali on the bike.

''My mother only has this kind of money but tomorrow I will come back here to bring more, sorry mbak I did not know that my employer wanted so much martabak,'' ali felt guilty.

''It's okay, brother, I understand your position.'' Ali was calm and turned out to be a good martabak seller.

''I promise I'll come here tomorrow mbak.'' The martabak seller just nodded then resumed his work.

After the two of them left the place the granny man who was always monitoring them from behind approached the martabak seller.

''So a pair of young people came here to eat martabak he said less money huh?" tanyakanya.

''That's absolutely right, who is it, sir?" ask the martabak seller in wonder.

''Thank you for giving the martabak to them this is less money.'' The martabak seller was wide-eyed to see the nominal value of the money had made him able to build a house.