Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 27 The Tragedy of the Bite

Mr. Rangka's car started to run away from my parents' yard. I had a chance to ask where Mr. Rangka was going. Suddenly, my lips were too funny to talk.

"Have you eaten?" Suddenly Mr. Rangka asked.

"Already, Sir. It was two o'clock in the afternoon" I said honestly.

"Want to eat again?"

"No, sir, I'm still full" I refused as I toyed with my sampir bag strap.

"You're so beautiful" she suddenly praised. Not melted how praised like that? But his praise made me blush in shame and unable to move freely.

"You seem restless, does every walk with me, you're always nervous and restless?" point it with eyes pointing at me then to the street alternately.

"No, sir, I'm not nervous or agitated" I deny and hope Mr. Rangka doesn't ask again.

"But, you look so nervous and nervous" he said.

"No, Sir. I just don't usually walk the same way as men," I said convincingly.

"Ohhh, that. So that means you're walking with a new guy with me doang?"

"Emmm, yes, sir." My answer was answered with a smile by Mr. Rangka.

"When in Banjarmasin, is that not the way with men?" Aisss! Mr. Rangka even brought up Mas Krisna who had a drink with me while at the hotel where we were staying. I made it right away, unable to answer.

"Yes no longer need to be nervous so, let's just say I never asked," concluded Mr. Rangka while turning his car into a shop. I was so confused and surprised, what would Mr. Rangka want to go to the shop?

When getting off the car, in front of the shophouse there is a welcoming security guard. "Pak Rangka, please Sir," said the security guard invited Mr. Rangka to enter. When the two of us entered, apparently this shophouse was an office. This two-story shophouse is a place for card storage and printed paper that has been ready to be delivered to customers outside the area.

Although in the form of a two-story shophouse building, but the impression of the office still dominates. There's a reception room, too. Before we entered, Mr. Rangka had a conversation with the receptionist. Then the receptionist gave some maps to Mr. Rangka. Then Mr. Rangka Rangka said goodbye and took me to the second floor of the shop.

Arriving on the second floor, Mr. Rangka took me to a room. Apparently this is a mini office that can be said, there are some male employees who are working. Mr. Rangka passed by the employee, then entered one of the rooms, it looks like this is Mr. Rangka's room if he comes here.

"Ok, Sensi do the reports in these maps well and carefully. I'm staying, and you should be done by the time I come. I will check the goods that will be sent outside the area now. If you're thirsty just take it, behind your desk there's a refrigerator and a snack rack that I deliberately provide." Mr. Rangka gave a warning before Mr. Rangka left me in the room.

After Mr. Rangka left, I immediately did the task of Mr. Rangka. There were three maps given, pretty thick and this made me complain a bit. But with determination and zeal that flared, one by one the map I began to work on.

Finally at exactly six o'clock I've completed two maps. For a moment I rested my achy body. My brain and hands should be refreshed first with the cold. I got up to the fridge and picked up a bottle of coconut-flavored fizzy drink.

"Ohhhhh." The cold hiccups of coconut flavor that soaked my throat ended with a spontaneous ahhh sound coming out of my mouth. How nice that cold drink is. Then I saw the shelves, where a wide variety of food was available. There are sandwiches and other cakes as well as snacks such as atomic nuts and chocolate. The first thing that caught my eye was the purple bread. I really like this one sandwich, besides it tastes good as well as filling.

Before I enjoyed the purple rice sandwich, suddenly something caught my attention. On top of the refrigerator is a photo frame. Curiously I grabbed the frame and saw the photo inside the frame. Mr. Rangka along with a cute and beautiful little boy are being photographed. It looks like the photo was taken when the little boy was on his birthday. There Mr. Rangka was preparing a birthday cake. Ohhh, sweetness. After being satisfied to see the picture frame, I again remembered the bread contents of my family who had been left out because I had seen the picture frame.

After a pack of purple butter jam bread I ate, apparently I was still not satisfied. My eyes turned to the Silverstone chocolate that was still on the shelf. His name resembles the badge of one of my favorite authors which is **Deyulia***. Ha, ha, I sometimes smile at one of his novels. Very cool, even he was able to overturn the feelings of the reader. Novels that dominate Author's work**Deyulia**are mostly semi-romantic, which when read make *hayper*, aka drifting feelings.

"Sensi, you want to pray, huh?" sapanya stopped my steps.

"Yes, sir."

"There's a reason?" his question made me realize that I did not bring mukena and in Pak Rangka's room there was no mukena.

"Nothing, sir. I didn't bring it," I replied.

"This, wear. I had borrowed a Icha Receptionist," he said while offering a crackle containing mukena.

"Thank you, sir," I said as I headed to the bathroom of the room. Fortunately, the receptionist brought me to Mukena.

Out of the bathroom, I immediately set up a prayer in the room. Just sweep a little floor, even though it is not dusty and dirty. After feeling clean, then I held a prayer mat and I also performed Maghrib prayers quite solemnly.

"Trekks." The sound of the door being opened, was heard while I was still folding my face. When I found it, apparently Mr. Rangka with his hands carrying two cranes left and right.

"Have you?" when I put the mukena into the crackle earlier, I nodded. Mr. Rangka keeps his built-in crackle on the work desk that I used to work on. Then reach for the crackle that contains the mukena.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you to Icha." Mr. Rangka came out of the room and brought the mukena to be delivered back to his own. Not long after, Mr. Rangka returned and closed the door of the room tightly.

"You must be hungry, let's eat first" he asked. Before Mr. Rangka held his food, I swiftly cleaned up the work desk first, getting rid of all the maps safely.

"You don't like this food? This I bought at a shophouse around here, not from a fancy restaurant. Incidentally there are selling hanging ducks and catfish pecels, but I buy hanging ducks just like raw lotek. You like no?" When Mr. Rangka mentioned the raw lotto, I was immediately excited. Because lotus is my favorite food, especially raw lotek. Fresh in the mouth.

"You like it, don't you?" repeated Mr. Rangka made me realize from my fascination with the raw lotuses that Mr. Rangka bought.

"I like it, Sir. Especially food like this. This is my favorite, especially raw lotek, it's my favorite because my mother often makes," said I enthusiastically.

"Oh yeah? Yes already, we better start eating yes," he asked while tiptoed to take two plates and spoons that turned out to be on the snack rack earlier.

We finally began to eat, fried duck with tomato-tiered sambal delicious and very suitable let alone the rice feed I mixed with lotek, wahhh variety of food that is really delicious in the mouth, so I don't stop bribing.

"You, it seems like a great pleasure to eat the duck and rice mixed with a lotek with hand feed. I want to be," said Mr. Rangka pause for a moment my feed.

"May, sir, just try to bribe with your hands, really good," I said trying to influence. Mr. Rangka seemed interested, then he agreed.

"I want to eat my hands together, it looks good. But I want you to use your hands" he said, causing me to fall apart.

"What's? I didn't hear wrong, sir?"

"No, what's wrong. Come on, do it!" he said impatiently. With doubt I finally followed Mr. Rangka's wishes. And the first bribe Mr. Rangka was so happy, then asked to be bribed again. But in the third feed of unexpected tragedy occurred, Mr. Rangka accidentally bit my ring finger which was enough to make me sick and apparently bleeding.

"Awww," cried. Mr. Rangka immediately panicked to see my finger flushed. Then with a swift Mr. Rangka grabbed my ring finger and sucked by his mouth. The blood coming out of my finger was sucked and then thrown into the ashtray. Actually I want to refuse, but Mr. Rangka already put my finger in his mouth. Come to think of it this scene resembled a drakor scene. The romance.