Grasping Taste

Attention Aruna

"You're usually just spies." - Andrean grumbled. As long as you know the Word, Andrean knows that the Word always moves with certainty. Especially for the affairs of women, Sabda does not need to bother to get it.

But Aruna, the girl made Andrean curious. Because of Arunalah, the first time the Word was seen in the fog just because of women.

Andrean always wrote stories about Fadli's Word. Andrean is like an Intel that is not a device. I don't know who he's working for, which is definitely not for the Word.

"Then?" greet the Word by putting down his cell phone. The two are sitting in a cafe enjoying a cup of coffee.

"You think I would risk my pride without thinking about it carefully?" tanya Sabda felt so upset with Andrean. For Sabda it is impossible to tell Aruna's rejection of anyone. If anyone tries to guess, it's up to you.

"Patience, Bro! I'm just afraid it's taken by people. That girl is like an antique." Word chuckles. Andrean did not want to increase the emotional level of his cousin.

"How is the sale this month? Close the year at least we've spent stock." said Sabda. They started discussing work. At the end of a year like this, the Word has to focus on work.

"Berez, Boss. Close the year we're safe. Customers also already have a lot of new Innova model output" replied Andrean made the word mangosteen-manggut. Sabda hopes that the beginning of the year Innova latest output can be relied upon to anticipate the beginning of the year which is usually a slumping sales chart.

Both also look so cool to enjoy the afternoon with a cup of coffee, and various topics of discussion.

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After making a decision, Aruna felt more comfortable. Not the Word of Megantara or Abimana Biantara, but he is focusing on his work.

Marry when, let it be God's business. For Aruna married is not to make someone immediately able to hold heaven, enjoy life without a problem.

For feeling? Let him grasp a sense of love for the right person. The man who was able to make it sure to continue and walk together indefinitely.

"Eh where are you going? How boncegan?" ask Aruna when she sees Amanda and Nina shaking hands when Amanda and Nina's place of residence is opposite direction.

"We want to watch." replied Manda who had been piggybacking behind Nina.

"Great style. More money, huh?" ask Aruna. If only he wasn't tired he would come with them.

"Hahaha, may always come new customers who are kind and not stingy." chirped Amanda accompanied by their departure.

"Customer?" muttered Aruna. It seems like tomorrow he is obliged to take care of his two men.

A moment later, an online taxi stopped in front of the boutique. The girl got into a taxi and hoped to get home soon. Aruna can no longer stand the condition of his body that feels sticky.

Ten minutes of taxi stops. Aruna came out and was greeted by Mr. Andar who was standing between his house and the house of the Word.

"What's up, sir?" aruna asked as Mr. Andar continued to look at her with some things in his hand. Seen the desolate house of the Word. Aruna was sure that Sabda had not yet returned.

"Let's go in, sir! " said Aruna by opening the gate and letting Mr. Andar in.

"Gini, Madam Runa, this is a meeting for the new year's event. I hope Ms. Aruna can attend." pinta Pak Andar.

"God willing, sir." replied Aruna.

"Oh yes, please nitip, please present this invitation to Mas Sabda."

"But,. Sir. "sela Aruna is still confused looking for an excuse to refuse.

"Please, yes! There's still so much I haven't said." Continue Mr. Andar. The word has not come home and many invitations have not been conveyed to others.

"All right, sir." said Aruna. Although with a heavy heart but he had no reason to reject it.

"Thank you, Ma'am, then I say goodbye first." said Mr. Andar.

With a fresh face she opened the refrigerator looking for something she could cook. Aruna deliberately wanted to cook for herself, because she was bored with the food outside.

Red soup is delicious. She took some vegetables, meatballs, sausages and a piece of meat for her cald.

"It seems like a pretty delicious dinner." muttered Aruna as she curled her long hair. His hands began to skillfully examine the ingredients until a few minutes had smelled a fragrant aroma.

"Red soup of Aruna. "She said, putting the soup she had drained in a large bowl.

But when going back to take a bowl and spoon to enjoy the soup. His eyes were fixed on the invitation paper he simply placed on the table.

There was a very heavy breath of Aruna. Why should we deal with the Word? Things that make Aruna feel reluctant. But, he must also be responsible for his ability to convey the invitation that has been entrusted by Mr. Andar.

"Excuse me!" said Aruna slightly shouting in front of the half-opened gate.

It was unusual for the gate to open, making Aruna curious. Moreover, there is no welcome when the motorbike and car are parked neatly in the garage.

"Excuse me." Aruna yelled again, because there was no answer to Aruna's entry and Aruna was made curious because the door of the house was wide open.

The house with a minimalist design that looks quiet, Aruna approached the door. Then knocked on the white-painted door with a slight hesitation. But, neither did I get an answer.

He looked inside, even Aruna had noticed the living room with several interiors that seemed ethnic presenting a pretty feel.

"Excuse me." Aruna was getting stressed until she dared to step her foot inside and look inside.

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The Word sat with its eyes closed. In fact, his back and head were leaning against the sofa.

"Excuse me, Mas Sabda." Aruna took her steps slowly to approach the weak-looking figure.

"Mas Sabda, all right, right? " asked Aruna with a raised voice hoping that Sabda would open her eyes.

"I'm fine." answered the Word. Substantially he opened his eyes and looked towards the figure standing nearby.

"What's wrong?" continue the Word, a little indifferent.

"Why is Word?" Instead of answering Aruna asked back.

The girl who was now approaching and extending her hand, touching the forehead of the Word was shocked because the temperature of the body of the Word was quite high.

"I'm fine, Runa." answered the Word by catching Aruna's hand from her forehead. Yes, there are different flavors when they touch each other. The swish on the chest that carried their eyes stared at each other then Aruna threw away the gaze from those sharp eyes.

"Mas Sabda, Fever. Already to the doctor." asked Aruna trying to pull his arm which was still held by Sabda. But his efforts were in vain, for the Word grasped him so tightly.

"On the way." answered the Word. Do not want to divert the gaze of the now misbehaved figure in front of him.

"Eat already?" aruna tried as quietly as possible. The word just shook slowly.

"I'll bring you food for Mas Sabda. It just so happens that I just cooked." said Aruna made Sabda berahan release Aruna's hand.

Not yet Aruna returned home, a man who looked quite young was coming. Automatic Aruna greet and welcome first.

"Please enter. The Word is inside." The man nodded and smiled at Aruna before going inside.