Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart
Episodes 164. Love Two Nights
"Puspita my heart, I'm already in front of your boarding house"
Rakasiwi sent a message as her vehicle turned back and stopped in front of the boarding house.
"Yes my Cam," Prita replied while holding back a smile. Very lebai they. And
his lips still hung a smile as he appeared at the boarding gate. Racasic
nod his head, "Come on!"
"Don't stop by first, have a drink?"
Prita offers, but Rakasiwi refuses, they better walk away from now. The girl soon
closing the big gate. Fortunately, it is smooth and does not require a lot of energy.
"Hi, how? good in Semarang?"
Prita asked Rakasiwi's impression of the city of Semarang.
"Son, the city is quiet and warm, I slept well last night."
Thankfully, the two looked at each other. One day togetherness has come closer
and reduce feelings of shame and strangers. Rakasiwi said she had not eaten rice and started
hungry, they better find a place to eat. Be a Prita dialogue with the driver
about a great culinary place,
"Cobain chicken hot pot mas, my customers were hooked when I first started
take it there, the next arrival ask to be delivered there again."
"Well, don't-don't! there's a wacky thing about it, haram!."
Prita and Rakasiwi hurriedly refused. Making online car drivers laugh out loud,
"It is not true that mas, indeed sambalnya typical of Aceh. The material is chili, shrimp, shrimp,
orange leaves, blimbing wuluh, and young lemongrass. And the ingredients are stir-fried first.
"The combination of typical chicken Jogjakarta and Acehnese sambal turned out to be very delicious. Chickens
the savory, tender match with sambal, sour and fresh. The shrimp sambal
get people hooked like people who eat marijuana."
"O, so don't use marijuana, right?"
"No dong Mas, can-can have been in grebek from the past, indeed Mas, myself as well
addicted, Delicious steady Mas, Mba so delicious that it is calculated to use marijuana."
Rakasiwi and Prita looked at each other, "We try yuk."
Prita just nodded in agreement. The driver understood and smiled
thrilled. Be along the way sir driver tells me about the restaurant that will
they're headed that way. He said there was a drink there too
ng assorted.
Traditional drinks made from spices. It can be enjoyed cold and also
warm. Depending taste.
"Yes, we'll try everyone else."
Rakasiwi cut the story of the driver who was so exciting and enthusiastic to promote
food and drink in Semarang. Make you hungry and thirsty.
Fortunately, after going down the campus area, they soon arrived. Racasic
he offered the driver a chance to enjoy a meal with them. But rejected
shyly but willingly.
"Come sir, it's okay, I treat it, just order it, you like."
"Seriously Mas?"
"Two rius, let's it's lunch time!"
Be a friendly and smart driver who told the story got the Rakasiwi tract.
Even offering maybe want to be wrapped for the family at home. Paks
the driver looked at Rakasiwi, God there is a good young man, what a dream
overnight.
The two enjoyed lunch together and enjoyed the music
soft that flows. The view through the window is also beautiful.
"Good fun with Puspita food,"
Rakasiwi smiled at the sweet lady in front of her. Prita stared back
and smiling.
"Yeah, enjoy the food too."
The two began to taste the chicken kalasan ganja, a little spicy but
it was really delicious.
For a moment, Rakasiwi suddenly stopped her mouthful, staring at the girl
in front of him. Prita looked back and asked why Rakasiwi
looking at him like that. The young man's fingers stretched out and rubbed
the corner of Prita's lips was soft, making Prita choked, her blood was splashed and
pumped up hard, surely his cheeks have been flushed from embarrassment.
"There's food."
Rakasiwi pulled her hand which had just wiped a little bit of the former sauce
which is left in the corner of the lips.
"Thank you,"
Prita muttered still trying to keep that rumble in her chest. That girl
looking around for something in his bag, and taking it shyly. Pritas
just got wiped by Rakasiwi. It was clean and there was no more food
which hit his face.
"Come, eat again, spent no food sticking anymore really."
Rakasiwi feed her food again, suddenly Rakasiwi makes again
Prita was stunned, because in front of his mouth a spoon filled with food
and the piece of chicken meat, Rakasiwi tried to bribe him.
Aaa!
Prita like a whipped nose opened her mouth and accepted a bribe
from Rakasiwi, her cheeks must have been flushed again, because she felt the movement
blood was pouring into his face.
"I can do it myself."
"Yes you know, just want to feed me, bribe me dong."
"What?"
Prita must have misheard, "I also want to be fed, let me memes."
"What's Memes?"
"Egypt!"
Prita, again as in fit nose obey Rakasiwi will, he scoops
rice and pieces of chicken meat and smilingly feed a spoon
to the mouth of the man in front of him, his hands trembled slightly. Racasic
strengthening the trembling arm and hap, a spoonful of food came in
she was beautiful and she showed it with pleasure.
"Mas, I'm done, want to re-duty, oia I wrapped two
food for wife and children."
The driver who had eaten but chose to sit alone in the corner, saying goodbye after
thanked.
"Mas, sorry I made a photo, but I showed it to my wife and children
I'm if Mas and Mba bought this food."
The man showed a photo showing affection, when
Rakasiwi rubbed the corner of Prita's lips. What a beautiful photo. Rakasiwi asked
the photo was sent to him, apparently he made other photos
also, while feeding Prita and vice versa. Rakasiwi and Prita were very happy
look at the photos of the man.
Rakasiwi took out her wallet and gave a red sheet because
really glad. Three pieces of red money changed hands. Returnees
the man who drives the car online is choked, Allah the windfall today is abundant.
"Thank you Mba, may you always be happy."
"Aamiin yra."
The man hurried away, and he decided to drive home
food for his wife and children. Also gave his fortune to
his wife.
"It turns out the man was useful too, he perpetuated our vulnerability."
Rakasiwi was not satisfied to look at the friendly photos of herself and Prita.
"Send the hell."
Prita also wanted to have those photos, and Rakasiwi sent them. Both
fun to look at that photo. Drowned by beauty and ambiance
the recorded.
"Yuk, where else?"
"Walking with you spending the day."
"Hemmm, then let's go!"
Rakasiwi got up and stretched out her hand for Prita to get up from her chair.
Oh, Prita didn't refuse to put his palm in the man's hand, and
the two joined hands out of the restaurant.
"I think I want to make a song."
"Oh yeah? could anyway?"
"Indeed you forget, I'm good at playing guitar and also creating songs."
"Oh yeah, I just remembered, what song?"
Rakasiwi scrunched her forehead, thought hard and smiled.
"The title is how about Love Two Nights in Semarang?"
Prita laughed, "There's also One Night's Love."
"That's why I want to make Love Two Nights."
Both of them laughed at the ridiculous idea.
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