Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 40 Incidents on Dating

"Where is the tea ready?" **Aloe Vera**my sister asked. He's the one who's intervened a week ago to be my personal designer. From the selection of clothing, shoes, and accessories, he chose.

"Here it is, tralala," I said, showing myself before him as a sled model.

"Be cool, my beautiful girl who said she looked like this Shandy Aulia." My sister praised while smiling faintly.

"Is there anything less, isn't Al?" manya curious. Aloe shook her head, just my hairdo she made up. My hair was parsed with the ends in the curli into waves. Wow really beautiful like ABG 17 years away. Shandy Aulia's charm is out. Plus my Korean makeup, minimalist and natural. The fresher he looked.

"Wahhh, my father is very beautiful. Where are you really going?" You asked curious. I'm a little embarrassed actually when talking about the problem of someone who wants to take the road, finally I just say business with the boss. For a moment I saw my appearance from top to bottom. Usually both Father and Mother like to be satisfied if the clothes I wear do not fit, but this time Father seems ok.

"Pretty right mom's son. Her clothes were also nice polite but the impression was graceful and feminine."

"Who used to dong Bu who chose, Sensi Tea would ask Aloe's opinion to buy clothes. Buy it also in the online store Lazanda, the price is also quite cheap, but good, right, Mom?" chirps Aloe sabotage.

"Duh, duh, duh, smart yes the youngest mother's child choose clothes for Tetehnya. He's gonna be a designer like that." My mother responded while looking at me with an enchanted look. Yes, true also what Mother said, Aloe is good at memmix n match outfit, she can make appropriate makeup someone even though the price is not too expensive.

"Already dong Bu, sir, do not be stared at until piercing so, later can fly his nose," I said embarrassed.

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The clock on the wall was already showing at six in the afternoon, after Maghrib Pak Rangka's car sounded. I was suddenly pounding waiting for Mr. Rangka to knock on the door. When the greeting sounded my heart was racing, it felt like a horse race was about to begin.

"I mean my arrival here would like to take the path of your son. Do you and your mom mind?" said Mr. Rangka asked permission. Father and Mother looked at each other and focused on Mr. Rangka, they smiled as if allowing.

"Alright, we allow, just be careful. We nitip Sensi, yes, Nak Rangka," said the father gave permission. After getting permission, Mr. Rangka immediately took me away.

The car drove to a place I didn't know where. For a while Mr. Rangka turned to me with the tip of his eyes, I don't know what he was thinking. What is clear Mr. Rangka admires me.

"You're so pretty and look younger. Your dress-up is like going on a date. Looks like you're dedicating all this to me, huh?" praise Mr. Rangka makes me so embarrassed by his last question. I looked down embarrassed as I twisted my skull ring. Mr. Rangka looked at my hand with his tail.

Thirty minutes we finally arrived at a place, like a house but a cafe, the concept was outdoor. Well, this is my first experience getting into a cafe like this. I pray in my heart that my mouth will not be soft-spoken while in this place. My heartbeats were immediately dug, there was a feeling of shame in the new place that seemed to be visited by these elite people.

When entering the cafe, I felt reluctant to step, but Mr. Rangka's hand immediately caught my finger as if I knew that I was now awkward. Our fingers are intertwined like lovers who love each other. At that time all eyes almost looked at our arrival, Mr. Rangka did not care that he still pulled my hand towards a table located at the end.

"Rangka, wahh the new wife?"

"Still young, young leaves now huh?" Suddenly some people in the cafe approached Mr. Rangka and asked Mr. Rangka. Apparently in this cafe many colleagues and business friends Pak Rangka. It was only fitting that when we entered all eyes were almost on us. It makes me ashamed.

"This food is served already in agreement with the order I ordered, so do not be surprised or other messages, yes. This includes a special menu at this cafe, we just enjoy it," said Mr. Rangka replied to my astonishment.

"Come on, tucked in the opening menu!" tell Mr. Rangka who sees me dumbstruck to see the dishes served by the cafe waiter. My heart wonders for one meal in this cafe how much, well it seems like my salary a month will not be enough.

"Sensi, why are you still dumb?" Mr. Rangka surprised me with his question. I flinched, and I could only play with the skull ring I was wearing on my middle finger. Mr. Rangka glimpsed at him.

"Why the hell are you such a nervous, relaxed dong. You are like being invited to walk with a new boyfriend, just made up," said Mr. Rangka. "Come, taste the opening food, will be hunted come to the main menu," said Mr. Rangka told. Finally the shame was trying to get me to the point. And I started to taste the opening food. Wahhh was really happy tasting this appetizer.

"It has to run out, yes, don't waste it. If you feel sorry for the food," remember Mr. Rangka that I really. Without jaim I also ended up following Mr. Rangka spent every menu served. The food is delicious but the contents are irit is not a class of bright warteg, how not to run out? !Once the brush goes directly into the stomach.

Until the third menu as a closing, I ludes spent all the delicious dishes without any leftovers. It's really amazing, exactly elite food. Thought.

"Sensi, how's the dish, is it delicious?" Mr. Rangka asked while looking at me.

"Enak the hell sir is amazing, just the contents are economical, upsss." I immediately shut my mouth because I felt overwhelmed. Ahhhh, keceplosan. Fortunately Mr. Rangka did not discuss, he just smiled.

"Sensi, let's stand. We're dancing," take Mr. Rangka suddenly. Well this turn I'm the laziest, because I'm not good at dancing. Once dance was invited by Mr. Rangka when he went to Banjarmasin a few months ago.

But just now Mr. Rangka stood up and grabbed my hand, suddenly the breath of Mr. Rangka stung, it seemed as if the shortness of breath Mr. Rangka relapsed again. I panicked and was busy looking for the inhaler at the table who knew Mr. Rangka was carrying. Unfortunately, the inhaler does not exist.

"Sir, I hold, yes, you sit first calm your breath first. And now tell me where's your inhaler, let me get you?" ask me to be concerned,

"His inhaler is in, in the car," he said with a choked breath. Without further ado I immediately grabbed the keys to the car on the table, then I ran small towards Pak Rangka's parked car.

Arriving in the car apparently I had difficulty opening the door of Mr. Rangka's car, tinkering even made me want to cry. Want to ask for help but afraid, the parking attendant who wants me to mintain please even far away in the middle of parking someone's car.

Without giving up, I tried again to open the door, and finally my struggle was not in vain. Almost ten minutes the door could be opened. I grabbed the inhaler that was placed on the dashboard.

I went back inside the cafe with a little run like that. Two more meters to Pak Rangka suddenly the highheels I wear broke and my body automatically floated.

"Bruggh."

"Oohhh," I cried with pain.