Deserve Me For You

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Arga parked his car

"The cafe? Why not go straight home?" Ask Puspa. But Arga ignored him and got out of the car first

"Is he mute?" Mumbles Puspa.

"Quick down. Or I lock you up" Puspa hurriedly got out of the car.

"Master hasn't answered my question" Puspa said.

"You think we're going to the cafe begging?" Ask back Arga. Arga stepped foot into the cafe at Puspa

"Barr.." Lirih Puspa's.

Puspa stared at the amazement of the cafe room. Luxurious, and also soothing.

"Don't be tacky" Puspa realized from his daydream.

"It's usually sewot" Gerutu Puspa.

Arga chose the right seat and came the waiter.

"I want es dong" Puspa said in a spoiled tone

"Don't blame me if I'll blow my ice on your face" Arga pointed to 1 coffee, 1 milk and some heavy food

Puspa doesn't like Arga forbidding this, it's,

"Why the hell?"

"Why what?"Arga knit his brows

"Why forbid me so many things?!" Puspa pursed his lips.

"It's for your own good. Don't talk much." Arga plays his HP

"What kindness? You forbid things I like"

"Stupid. The things you love will bring illness. Use your logic" Arga rolled his eyes.

"But I don't like being on a bridle like this.." Puspa lowered his head.

"This is not a restraint. It's a form of attention. Don't be stupid can't tell which is attention and which is restraint"

"Consideration? Mister? You're okay, right?" Puspa looked at Arga without blinking his eyes

"Forget over. If you want to order more food, please. I'm paying"

"of course.. It is you who make me thirsty and hungry" said Puspa lightly

"You're not like the Puspa I used to know. Spoiled" Arga squinted his eyes

Puspa stuck out his tongue.

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"I hope this isn't a mistake" muttered Puspa.

Puspa opened the door, and,

Arga sat down on a chair and turned on the TV

Puspa.

"Your bad trade" Umpat Puspa.

Arga just flicked his shoulder, no matter what.

"Drink coffee, tea, or what?" Ask Puspa.

"White water only. Prepare the food. I'm hungry" Arga said as he changed his TV channel

"I offer you drinks not food" said Puspa lirih.

"I can hear you." Arga ketus

"Eh that.. Anu's... I'm going to the kitchen first"

"Hmmm"

Puspa cooked while continuing to curse Arga.

"What stomach does he have? Already eaten at the cafe, uh still asking to eat"

"The cool thing is telling me this is it"

"I'm not his servant anymore"

"Then why is my babuku instinct still preserved"

"I can't stand it if it continues to be her bab. Hix.. Sucks" Puspa put the pan on the stove rather hard

"Don't blow up your house" cried Arga from a distance

"Iyaaaaa" Puspa was eager to hit Arga using a frying pan as well as hot oil

"Keep telling this, telling that, Get this, get that, not this, that. I'm really going to be a real babu" Puspa stuffed the egg he had beaten earlier

"I'm like I'm still really being the baboon. Why didn't he let me go. What he wants. Hiisshh" Puspa flipped the egg roughly

"You know, sir, you're handsome, rich, but unfortunately you like to torture me. Why are humans like you created? were you created to make me high blood every day or to make me die young?"

"I think I want to fry you. "

Puspa just keeps nagging. Especially when he was in a hitch, it made his mood even more chaotic.