I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

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Nisa follows Farel into the restaurant. Actually Farel is a lively type, but this afternoon he chose to eat at a rather quiet table. Maybe in order to focus more on chattering with the woman who is now sitting in front of him.

He explored the menu behind a thin lens that served to sharpen his vision. While Nisa, her gaze focused on the slick books on the shelf of her left side.

“Such different from regular restaurants. Looks like this restaurant is indeed designed for the people of the upper class,” thought Nisa.

Farel had already made his choice on the beef steak. He asked Nisa. “What message do you order?”

Nisa smiled wryly before answering Farel's question. “Mothers eat. I'll eat at home.”

“You're not hungry?”

“No. I had lunch at the office.”

Yes, Nisa did take a lunch earlier in the office. When all his colleagues ate at the cafeteria. He ate the provisions that his mother lovingly cooked in the workspace.

In addition to food ingredients are guaranteed healthy. Bringing supplies from home is also a surefire step to save money.

When it comes to taste, don't ask! His mother Nisa mah best chef ala-ala kampoeng. Once cooked, two three neighbors to the aroma of cooking. Oopss, just a yaa scent.

Shame is not a bitch, when the sound of rumbling is heard loudly from his direction.

“Duhhh, belly. Look at sikon dong! Why do you have to demo for a meal now? So this shame is the same boss,” Inner Nisa while laughing poignantly towards Farel.

“He is not hungry. That sound of your stomach can't lie. If hungry, eat. Do not delay getting home. We're in a restaurant.”

I want Nisa to run away from it. Besides being embarrassed about being caught lying. He also did not have the money to order the expensive super duper food served by the restaurant.

“My stomach does sound like this a lot, sir. Consider it the wind then.”

Deftly, Nisa's hand grabbed one of the books on the shelf. Hoping that Farel would stop questioning him about eating.

Instead of being funny, Farel was increasingly interested in Nisa's behavior which he considered tickling. So infatuated, his mind immediately leads to ‘jodoh’ (ia and Nisa).

“You why not eat? Awkwardly?”

“All food here is expensive, sir. The money in my wallet was actually enough to buy one portion that was the cheapest. But get ready, tomorrow until payday later I have to walk to the office.”

“Jeez, so from earlier you refused to enter because you have no money?”

“Iya Sir,” replied Nisa shyly.

“Why not tell from earlier? Please choose the menu you like, I'm the mastermind.”

“No need Sir. Only my father eats. I can still hold my hunger until home.”

“I don't want to eat if you don't eat.” Farel stands. “Better we just go home now.”

Again, his superior uses his powerful style. Inevitably, Nisa again had to give up. “Good, I order this Sir.” It points to ‘About La Bonnotte’.

Farel sat back down, with a smile imprinted on his beautiful face. “Submissive girl,” her inner.

They both picked up the book while waiting for the order to mature. Farel read a book entitled Because of Being Late to Marriage.

A book featuring a picture of a married couple. Farel's imagination plays, imagining the brown hooded woman is Nisa. While the thick-browed man who embraces women is himself.

Unknowingly, he snorted in annoyance at the photo of the man.“Too bad I don't brew like this.”

Reflexes, Nisa looked at Farel who spoke to herself. “Things so from brewokan, Sir.”

Instantly, Farel's lips curved, forming a crescent moon. “Green light nih,” he thinks kergirangan.

The two of them then put down the book when the ordered food was ready. Farel hastily tasted it.

***

Nisa's very clean plate lured her in for comment. “You must be hungry, right?”

“No.”

“Your plate is sekinclong. Are you not afraid that the food is crying?”

“Not, Sir.”

“Terus?”

“Avoiding redundancy, Sir. It's a shame that the food was thrown away.”

Farel was amazed. “Suitable as household treasurer.”

After eating and redeeming the bill. They're back in the car.

“Pak.” Nisa started the conversation.

“Iya, why?” sahut Farel without looking back.

“Feeding earlier, I changed after payday yes.”

“Not to be replaced. Just save your salary to buy other needs.”

That rebuttal made Nisa flinch. Over time, the intensity of their dialogue decreases. Farel tuned the song to accompany them during the trip.

He now drives cheerfully while singing in some lyrics. He deliberately did to show his feelings for Nisa. “And I, want to share. All my love with you. No one else will do.”

***

“Kiri, Sir.”

Farel stopped driving. “Which house are you?” tanyakanya.

“Inside, Sir.”

“Well, I'll take you to the front of the house.”

“I'm down here only, sir. Bad driveway, many puddles.”

“It is okay. Not good girl road alone night-night.”

For some reason, Nisa felt Farel's treatment to her was different from Ratna earlier.

***

“Thank you very much Sir,” said Nisa who stood a few centimeters from Farel.

“Sama-sama. Boss tract and between his subordinates is common. You don't get kapok!”

Farel's last sentence disturbs Nisa's wits and wits. “I should have told you not to kapok, Sir.”

“Hahaha, I will definitely never call Nisa.”

Nisa raised her eyebrows high. His boss's words in the car sounded like an appeal to him.

After bowing her head, Nisa approached the door of her house. Go in and drop in his favorite spot.

A bed with a pink cover in the corner of the room. The place releases everything tired after a day of activities outside the home.

“ Anyway, I'll treat him if it's payday.” The thought of Farel was only swimming for a few moments in his head.

It was much different from Farel driving. His encounter with Nisa just now, continued to spin like a topsy-turvy in his mind.