I'm a Savings Woman

Suddenly Enrolled

"Try to remember again, Mother." A man was seen getting out of the car and standing on the side of the road with a cell phone stuck to his ear. "The Caffe is his name. Already here. Just jerk." He turned his body and looked at the cafe.

Arsha undoes her intention to leave and secretly keeps a close eye on her.

His face looks familiar, who, huh?

The man got into the caffe with the phone still attached to the ear.

Not long after that he came out. "Not yet sustenance, Mother. It's not here."

Arsha also ventured closer.

"Search something, Mas?"

The man in black shirt turned his back and stared at Arsha from top to bottom. He was seen turning off the connection and removing the sunglasses perched on his nose.

Arsha's eyes instantly rounded.

Devan?

Arsha reflexes gulp down heavily.

"How are you, Arsha?"

OMG! He still wants my name. Hold it, Arsha hold it. Don't faint!

"Ba-good."

Devan smiles.

"Sorry, what did you ask?" his tan disperse Arsha's daydreams.

"Oh, that. Anu ... You're getting good looking? Uh, no, no. Let me take it first." Arsha instantly turned her body and shook her own head.

Don't be shy, Arsha! Your pride is at stake!

Arsha caught her breath and turned back. "Again looking for something?"

"Ah, yes. My brother had eaten here and yes .. there's stuff left behind."

"Black plastic isn't it?"

Devan nodded. "You see?"

"What would that mean if I could find out?"

"Money. Pretty good, there's an orange in there too."

Arsha flicked her finger. "Follow me."

Arsha stepped into the car and opened the door. "It's not?"

Devan received the black plastic and examined it. "Just send it to my sister first." He took a picture and was busy with his phone for a while.

The old one is also okay, quite there is a free view. Which is more handsome than ever. Is he an oplas, huh? The Oppa - Oppa Korea.

"Yes, Sha. Thanks a lot, yeah."

Arsha nodded. "Together."

"Want there to be this show? Maybe we can make some goodbyes?"

Golden chance actually, but I'm gonna eat. You can fail this diet.

"Other times, Van. It just so happens that there's a show going on."

Devan nodded. "Can I have an HP number?"

"No-myor?"

Devan shakes. "Your Father's Number."

Arsha laughed in confusion. "Like kidding, huh."

"So seriously, can you ask for your dad's number?"

Don't-don't Devan want to slander me if you have stolen the money earlier. This pimply!

"Sha?"

"Eh, y-yeah jerk off."

"Or gini, you call your father and in-loudspeaker."

"What would you say? Not gonna slander me to take the money earlier, right?"

Devan laughed a little. "No. It's a quarry."

Or maybe, he's working with Dad's company? He is also a son of a businessman.

Arsha looks up Dad's name in a WA contact, then calls him.

"Hello. Why, Son? Want to get some more pocket money?" rayhan asked as the connection lifted.

Devan seemed to be smiling thinly.

"No, Dad. This is someone talking."

"Who's Sha?."

Arsha smiles and gives Devan her phone.

"Hello, Sir. Good afternoon, meet me Devan, sir."

"Devan, who is it?"

"I'm Arsha, sir."

"Oh .. Arsha's. What's up, huh?"

"If you may know, you have an event tonight?"

"Later tonight, it doesn't seem to exist. Most dating Arsha's mother.."

Devan smiled again at Rayhan's words.

"If you're allowed, I'll go home tonight to see you."

Arsha frowned, not understanding the meaning of Devan's words.

"You want to go on a date?" ask Rayhan from across the street.

Devan chuckles again. "No, Sir. I'm proposing to Arsha."

Ha's?

Arsha's mouth immediately gaped in disbelief.

"You don't joke that ah, not good with my father" said Arsha.

"I'm serious." Devan replied briefly.

"Then, please come to the house with your parents as well. If you're really serious" Rayhan said.

"Well sir." Devan replied.

What was my dream last night? Why play lamar-lamar all of a sudden? Or did he like me a long time ago? inner Arsha.

Seriate......