Don't Distinguish Me

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Anisa grimaced in pain as part of her hand was scuffed from being scratched by a street stone.

"Oh, neng, be careful, dong. So the wound, right." An ice fruit merchant who was not far from there approached Anisa and helped her up. The man also helped set up Anisa's motorcycle.

"Thank you, yeah, Bang. But, whose car is this, Bang?" nisa asked as she pointed at the car she had just dragged.

Just now the man wanted to talk, suddenly the car owner came.

"Eh, this, neng. Mas mas is the one who has," said the ice fruit trader while looking at the handsome man in the suit.

"Mas, sorry, I accidentally made Mas's car scuffed. But I'll compensate, really." Anisa looked at the man with a worried look if her good intentions were not accepted.

"It's okay, anyways it's my fault for parking the car a little to the middle." Unexpectedly the man's reaction was different. He did not even bother about his car being scratched due to Anisa's carelessness.

"But it's really okay, Mom?" ask Nisa again.

"Yes, it's okay, okay." The man smiled so gently. "Oh yeah, what's your name?" It seems like she is interested in Anisa.

"My name is Anisa, Mas."

"Anise? Very nice name. My name is Bagas. Where you going? How to hurry."

"I have to go back to my shop, Mas."

"Where?"

"In the market end there." Anisa pointed to the market where she sells.

"Oh, what are you selling."

"I happen to be a laper, huh. You can't make me good food. After that I'll assume we're even."

"But, Mas, the damage done to Mas's car is very expensive. How can it be replaced with a plate of food?" Anisa scrunched her forehead.

"I am a culinary lover. Any good taste and match on my tongue I will appreciate with high value."

"Yes, Mom, come on."

Anisa immediately read her motorcycle headed to the market with Bagas car followed.

Arriving at the market, they immediately went inside and headed to the stall where Anisa was selling. Bagas looks very enthusiastic because Anisa's stall is so neat and clean.

He also asked to make a plate of fried rice complete with half-cooked beef eggs his favorite. And after the fried rice was finished, the first mouthful he felt was truly incredible. She continued to tout Anisa's cooking and was the most delicious taste she had ever tasted.

"Anisa, I'm asking for your phone number, yes. You see, I was interested in making your shop a food provider when I held a meeting in my office. It's my card." Bagas gave Anisa a business card.

Bagaskara Prasetyo's. That's his full name. Under the writing of the name there is a position that is the director of PT ADW.

Anisa could hardly believe that the person in front of her was currently a famous company director. He gave his mobile number to Bagas. Maybe this is the beginning for him to succeed. With her cooking skills, she was eager to set up a restaurant with her own money. After all the debt is paid off to the father, he will realize his plan by saving slowly.

After Bagas left, Adit saw Anisa from afar with a feeling of disappointment. He wanted to stop by for lunch. However, seeing Anisa who had just given her mobile number to the man, she turned around and was about to leave.

But suddenly he remembered.

"Why do I feel inferior? I am the Sultan. Ah, ever since I got used to being a commoner, I've forgotten who I really am." Adit held his head while walking towards Anisa's stall to order food.

There was still two hours left because Anisa usually closed the stall around two in the afternoon. And after that, she would go to her mother's clothing store to help there until the afternoon.