Jasmine For The CEO

Crying out

Raka also approached the fried rice seller,

at first Raka hesitated to buy fried rice but because there are no more food vendors who open want Raka to buy it.

"Message two, sir?"said Raka ordered fried rice.

"Waduh mas sorry, the fried rice is over" replied the fried rice seller.

I who followed Mas Raka was finally disappointed because the fried rice ran out.

"Why did I finish the fried rice pack, then I eat what dong?hiks hyks hyks"I said with tears.

Raka who saw me crying hugged me and calmed me down

"Kok crying Mel, we can find other sellers." said Raka gently.

"I'm so hungry, look at my stomach" I said, showing my flat stomach.

Looking at my behavior Raka just shook her head.

"What a tadpole is this person, suddenly acting like this" said Raka who still hugged me.

The fried rice seller who saw me crying was also pitying me.

"This is how mba and mas, at home usually my wife leaves rice, what if I make it at home, my house is not far from here" said the father of the fried rice seller while pointing the way home to his house.

My eyes immediately sparkled

"Let's get hunted"Kataku then walked first leaving the Raka mas and the fried rice trader.

Mas Raka and the fried rice seller also caught up with me who was already walking in front.

"Sabar mas, carrying a baby is like that my wife used to be worse" said the fried rice seller but Raka was not so fond of him because of the focus of his mind towards me who walked in front.

A few minutes later we arrived at the home of a fried rice seller.

The house is very simple, considering my home first.

Small but full of happiness.

He knocked on the door, no matter how long his wife opened the door, he was a bit shocked by our presence.

Father did not answer his wife's question, because he focused on allowing us to sit.Bapak told us to sit inside but me and Raka prefer to sit on the terrace.

Mr. fried rice seller just went straight to the kitchen and cooked fried rice for us.

The angry wife repeated her question

"Who the hell, sir?"ask again in astonishment.

"They were going to buy fried rice, but the rice ran out, so I took them home and made fried rice at home, because the woman was crying so I couldn't bear it.It looks like she's cravings."Answer with the hand holding the spatula.

"Ooo that" responded the wife.

The fried rice was ripe, the father gave it to me.

I greedily ate the fried rice that was in front of me, in an instant the fried rice a plate ran out, even I asked to have Raka mas.

Of course this scene made the mother and father of fried rice sellers smile by looking at us.

"How about mas and mba fried rice??"ask the father by looking at us both.

"Very good sir" I replied with a smile.

"Every night, I order three servings of dong sir" added me who made Raka look at me.

"Twenty three servings of Mel??"asked Raka full of astonishment.

"Two servings for me, one serving for Raka mas" I replied with a smile.

"Each mba, I will make a special one"tipal the father of fried rice sellers with a laugh.

Because it was full, the feeling of sleepiness began to approach

"Pardon us sir, ma'am for being troublesome" Raka said politely while giving some red color money to the merchant.

"This is an excess of mas" said the father returned the money given by Raka.

"Thank you sir, it is not good to refuse the windfall" said Raka then resigned.

We walked away with hands.