BUCIN STARLA'S HUSBAND
PERVERTED GUY
“Mas.” A three-headed man entered the mansion with firm steps and approached the young man who was gulping orange juice in the central room.
“Succeed?” ask the young man to the point.
Geovano - a single man who has worked for five years with his family, and also became an accomplice - grinned. He took out a medium brown envelope and gave it to the child from his superior.
“Good. Lo can immediately unplug, lest anyone see lo here,” he said gave the order. None of his family knew of their cooperation.
“Oh, and one more.” He held Geovano step, “stop call me Mas. I don't like it!”
Geovano chuckled, then passed leaving the 22-year-old. Already lost from his sight, the young man grabbed the envelope earlier and opened the contents.
His gaze fell on the middle-aged woman in the photo there.
“Like mother, like daughter.” He grabbed the phone from the table, pressed some phone numbers on the paper in the envelope.
“Good day. With Hello you Cafe, thank you for contacting us. Can I help you, brother?”
“Reservation for tonight at eight, for 150 people.”
“Oh, did you make a reservation two days ago?” ask a woman across there, “according to the rules sister can only be”
“I paid triple,” her agile before the lady there spoke at length.
“Good brother. We keep for tonight. On whose behalf?”
“Devandra Brawijaya.”
***
“Gue want lo and lasagna tonight.”
“Hah?” Starla glared with an innocent look that was so adorable.
“Temenin I run outin Lasagna which is said to be the favorite here,” concluded Devan.
“But, I'm here-”
Stifled, Starla felt her throat have a large lump holding her tongue back to speak. Devan was already standing before him. He could clearly hear a gulp of saliva from his own throat. Starla, don't baper.
An incident that made Starla almost scream right then and there, Devan removed the apron from her body, and whispered right beside her ear. “If most of your saliva, the same I to Rose Medika we check health. Shame to hear people.”
All there is is only Acme kids and waiters at the Cafe. Starla was ashamed of the treatment. And now Devan sat back down after successfully releasing his apron.
“Sit!” devan's orders, but Starla doesn't.
“Oh, want me to bench?” ask Devan.
“Ok, brothers Ezekiel and Darren, we should join the main table there,” invite Juna while pointing to the long table occupied by his friends. Understanding the situation, they moved on and left Starla and Devan.
“Sheren for me,” whispered Darren to Devandra before leaving the table.
Starla is still in her place. “If you don't sit, I force it and go straight to my thigh. Want?”
“Iya, I sit.”
“On my thigh?” devan Goda.
“Ngak. I'm sitting in a chair,” Starla said.
Devan nodded, “good girl.”
Devan smiled in satisfaction seeing Starla already sitting in front of him. He then called one of the waiters.
"Lasagna two. Orange juice one, and lo?"
Starla gasps. "Lasagna is one."
"But I-"
"Silent than me who bribes you," said Devan.
His eyes returned to the waiters. "Lasagna remains two. Drinking orange juice and strawberry flavored milkshakes."
Starla watches Devan closely. Is this just a coincidence with a bunch of young people wearing this Cafe? Or maybe the job of this man in front of him.
"Falling in love just knows how you feel" Devan quipped.
"Eh-h"
"But, I don't want a girl tepos model lo. If you hit it bad," said Devandra.
Devan could see the look on Starla's face holding back his annoyance.
"As far as you. I also want a perverted guy like you," said Starla.
"It's not clear" Starla added.
***
"Where have you been?"
The middle light switch is on. Devan was not surprised by the sound.
"His beautiful mother Devan hasn't slept?" Devan asked back.
"Mommy won't sleep until your boyfriend stops calling Mami."
"Sheren why else?" ask Devan. He sat down beside Helsa, oh more precisely, lying on the thigh of the Mami.
"If it doesn't fit, don't follow up. He said your phone is off during the day" Helsa said.
The 38-year-old woman is still beautiful with her long black hair. It's like Devan.
"No need to be punished, Devan aja males," said Devan.
"No need to continue if you have no feelings," continued Helsa.
"Hm." Devan closed his eyes, enjoying the fingers of Helsa who restored his hair.
"Mi, good young marriage?"
"It depends on who your partner is and how he treats you" Helsa replied.
"Boy still loves Mami?"
"If not, you and Cemara will have a sister from another woman." Helsa looked up at the stairs, her husband descending in a cream-colored sleeping robe. A mature age of 45 years with small strokes on his face does not reduce the good looks of the doctor.
"Kirain is very good, Mas" said Helsa.
"Wife isn't in bed how do you want to be good?"
"Bucin," cynical Devan.
"Sirik aja," Adryan replied, hitting his eldest son's cheek softly. "Where did it come from?"
Adryan took his place beside his wife, and Helsa was squeezed by the two big men.
"Devan's met someone."
"Solve things out if you want to meet new people" Helsa's circus understands where her son's talking is going.
"Devan's got Spruce, Mi, Pi. Devan doesn't want what Devan did to the girls, his karma got on Devan's sister."
