Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma
Chapter 11 Rice Padang Wrapped



"Sensi, you go home with me. I'm not letting you get home on the bike because it's late" prevent Mr. Rangka from holding my step.



"But how, sir, with my bike?" I was wondering on my only beautiful bike.


"Just calm down, let my driver deliver. You just give me your address which is clear," pressed Mr. Rangka to calm me down.


For a moment I thought, if Mr. Rangka has a driver then why when leaving for work Mr. Rangka actually drove himself? Especially at that time Mr Rangka asmaanya relapse?



"Is Dad a driver?" many doubt. Mr. Rangka glanced at me in surprise and then said.


"Have. But he was a special driver at home, pick up my domestic assistant, and send my child to school or the streets, even if I was busy," said Mr. Rangka. It seems like when Mr. Rangka told me about his son, he was so enthusiastic, and emanated a great affection for his son.


"Come on, come on in, it's night! Later at the intersection of four we stop first for dinner," said Mr. Rangka.


"I don't have to eat dinner, sir, it's already night. I was afraid of the night, my Father and Mother were afraid to wait and worry," I said worriedly refusing Mr. Rangka's invitation to dinner.


"But you haven't eaten yet?"


"I'm fine, I have dinner at home" I said. Mr. Rangka did not recite my words, he immediately started the car engine and his Pajira car immediately came out of the PT yard. Gemilang Kertassindo.


Arriving at the intersection of four, Pak Rangka's car turned to the right and entered the Padang restaurant. Apparently Mr. Rangka even ngajak I eat first, whereas earlier I said no need. I'm afraid to go home, Mom and Dad are afraid to worry.



"Sir, I won't eat first. It's been a hell of a night," stop me.


"No, nothing. You take it easy, I will pack rice for you to take home if you do not want to eat here," said Mr. Rangka insisted. I can't do anything but surrender to what Mr. Rangka wants to do.


"You just wait inside, let me order it." I just nodded and followed Mr. Rangka's direction. Fifteen minutes later Mr. Rangka had arrived in the car with a few bags of crackles filled with Padang rice wrapped.



"This is for you," sodor Pak Rangka gave a black crackle containing rice Padang. I was astonished, because the rice Padang given by Pak Rangka was very much four packs.



"Lho, this is a lot sir. Don't bother. I told you, I don't want to eat."


"Yes, I know. But this makes you eat at home. The three packages are for people in your home, anyone who wants," said Mr. Rangka while turning on the car engine and leaving the yard of the Padang rice restaurant.


"Then, thank you very much, sir. I've been troubling you" I said apologetically and bashfully.



"No, you didn't bother me, it was me who apologized to you. I've made your home late and can't take you out to eat first. Next time I will definitely invite you to eat together, yes," said Mr. Rangka sounding sorry.



"Yes, sir, it's okay. I'm also sorry for making you drive me." Finally me and Mr. Rangka both say sorry to each other. And the car was back to my house.



"Which way is your house going?"


"Straight, four turns right."



"Just calm down, I'll talk frankly to your parents that you're overtime till night. Don't worry, yeah!" said Mr. Rangka trying to calm my worries. I also immediately came down without waiting for the door opened by Mr. Rangka.



I was followed by Mr. Rangka walking into the front yard of my parents' house which was quite spacious. Although on the side of the road, my parents' house is quite spacious yard, so if Pak Rangka's car wants to park and enter the yard can.



"Assynnya!" my greetings to Mother and Father who have been staring at us since.


"Getishalight." Father and Mother compactly returned my greetings while staring in wonder at Mr. Rangka.


Mr. Rangka politely extended his hand and greeted my parents. "Rangka, I'm Sensi's office mate. I'm sorry to drive home, because Sensi overtime until night, I was worried if Sensi went home alone riding the bike at night. I hope Mother and Father understand him," said Mr. Rangka while greeting Mother and Father politely.



Father and Mother received a helping hand from Mr. Rangka while staring with great relief. Maybe the Father and Mother are relieved that their children were delivered safely without one less.



"Thank you very much Nak Rangka has brought my son home safely," said Mr. Friendly. Mr. Rangka nodded and spoke for a moment before finally deciding to go home.



"Heart Nak Rangka, may you be safe until the goal." I waved my hand as Mr. Rangka and his driver started to step foot into the car.



Father and Mother are still staring at the departure of Mr. Rangka until Pajiranya's car disappears at the turn of the road. "Tea, wasn't that your boss?" ask the Father suddenly.



"Yes, sir," I replied shortly as I entered the house.


"But just what was your office friend?" You still seem curious.


"No, Sir. Actually, he's the boss at Sensi's office. He's the one with the company" I explained as I set foot toward the house.


"Yes, already, since Sensi's home. Let's just go in, it happens that Sensi bought Padang rice with Pak Rangka earlier. Since Sensi refused to eat on the spot because of the late night, finally Pak Rangka bought rice Padang, four packs even Pak. It is fitting for the four of us in this house," said I enthusiastically want to immediately eat rice Padang tract Pak Rangka.



"We have eaten, Tetu only eat, like Teteh very hungry. Eat, if your sister wants to invite all she eats," said Mother reminded me of my sister who had not been seen before.



"Yes, yeah, by the way where's Aloe, Mom?" I was looking for my only sister.


"It looks like he's asleep, just finished praying Isya like he went straight to sleep."


"It's a pity, Mom, sir, the rice is still hot. Who wants to eat?"


"It's okay, just keep it for tomorrow in the refrigerator, and tomorrow if you still want to be warmed," said Mother while closing the door. I also ended up eating rice dinner Padang given by Pak Rangka. Duhhh feels good. Especially when eating, the shadow of Mr. Rangka continues to loom in the eye pelupuk.