Korean Boy Naked In Jakarta

Episode 16 I’M SORRY BOS!

“Ng ... Yes really laper, can not spit?” Seo Jun put on a pained expression while holding his stomach.

"I have an ulcer, I can't eat late." Timpal Seo Jun, his face was grimacing exactly the person who was sick. Occasionally he peered at Manda who divided his concentration between turning to her and focusing on the streets.

Manda glanced at her boss who was cowering in pain, just because hungry the man could droop weakly? Manda began to worry, he did not want to make a mistake that could potentially make his salary cut. But how to escape the trap of traffic while he has not found a suitable place to eat?

“Be patient okay.” Replied Manda who was reluctant to use a cell phone at a time when hectic, he catapulted his mediocre English.

That answer sounded so sweet to Seo Jun, he smiled to himself and shut up, letting Manda focus on her task.

The focus of Manda wandering glancing along the densely creeping left and right streets, he vented his annoyance by honking. The results were clearly futile, when the Komo passed all the vehicles had to move creeping. His selfish actions actually invite an angry curse, how not, who can give way for him even though honking honks to break down on a crowded street, the road is not possible auto deserted.

“Be patient!” Seo Jun turned the word around for Manda. Her sweet smile was singled out without sin, but Manda was quite keki heard it. Like no other words are more creative, to have to imitate his speech.

When there was a gap to move the car, Manda seemed to get a fresh breeze in the middle of the arid, rushing he stepped on the gas. Ciiittt ... Unfortunately just moving a little he had to step on the brakes again, letting a boy cross while running. After the boy passed, the gap to move also left. Manda was grumpy, annoyed, tired, had to be patient again and suddenly Seo Jun's voice flashed irritatingly ‘be patient’.

Manda threw his eyes out, he looked in front not far from the distance there was a fried rice tent stall that was only half installed. His brain immediately reacted, without asking Seo Jun's approval, he slammed the steering wheel to the edge approaching the stall.

“Udah until yes?” Seo Jun asked, this time speaking her original language.

Manda nodded, “Ng ..” Briefly the answer is so lazy to ask for mobile phone operands. He deftly took a parking position that was not far from the tent.

They descend simultaneously, Seo Jun relaxes his muscles and waist that barely loosens joints so late sitting down. Manda first arrived in front of the tent, faced with a mas seller who began playing with a set of cooking tools.

“Nation fried two servings yes mas.” Manda took the initiative of the order, after all, only the menu that they can choose at the stall. As the name implies, Kang Cecep Fried Rice.

“Commonly, pungent or sore really mbak?” Ask the cook.

Getting the question finally having to jack Manda's mouth to ask, she reached out asking for her phone at the man who had just walked up to her. Seo Jun handed the phone he held into the hands of the owner.

“You spicy or not?” Ask Manda briefly.

Seo Jun was confused, what is spicy? Suddenly asked a less obvious question about the subject. “What? What food did you order?”

Seo Jun, a manggut-beard, once knew a food called Manda just had never tried it. “Oooo ... Oedas.” Seo Jun was sure. After giving an answer, Seo Jun stretched his hand muscles and yawned. He observed a dining place whose nuance was not much different from the meatball stall last afternoon.

The smiling Manda then became the spokesperson again to continue their order. After that, Manda invited Seo Jun to sit inside the tent stall. It could be said that they were the earliest visitors, among the many seats only the two of them occupied. Minimalist street five legs that has a capacity of ten people and only filled with two. It felt like eating at a lower-middle-class VIP venue.

“Drink what Mbak?” Ask the other waiter while offering a sweet smile as a form of maximum service.

“Tea sweet warm aja two.” Chirp manda without asking Seo Jun again.

Ten minutes later, two servings of fried rice were in front of them. The aroma that smelled from the steam of rice was immediately inviting the appetite of Seo Jun who had pretended to be hungry, was now really hungry. Manda gave him a spoon and fork that he had wiped with a tissue. Seo Jun smilingly accepted it and hissed a warm answer, “Thanks.”

Manda just smiled in return. He was busy fiddling with spoons and forks and then eating with satisfaction. How nice this dinner was, at least for free because Seo Jun couldn't possibly let him buy it.

Seo Jun was chewing the first feed, his eyes widened and then he asked for a cellphone in Manda's hand, his tears came out so he could not stand the sensation of the food.  “Pedes bangeet! I can't eat this bike.” Between the heat of the rice and the spiciness of the food adding to the clop of hot and spicy sensations, Seo Jun to the point of fanning his gaping mouth.

Manda was surprised, he felt his name was the same as Seo Jun and he did not feel pungent. He dipped a spoonful of Seo Jun rice and devoured it, not feeling that horrendous bike. “Regular aja.” Manda. His casualness disappeared instantly seeing Seo Jun's lips reddened and slightly swollen. He rushed over to give the man a glass of sweet tea that he had not yet touched.

“Nih drink boss.” Manda fed Seo Jun, seeing the condition of her dower lips made her concerned.

Seo Jun sipped a little tea, just a mouthful of it he immediately spat it out. “Hot!” screeched while fanning his mouth again. He turned his back to Manda and kept opening his eyes because it was not strong with a spicy taste on his tongue. He likes to eat spicy, but not all chilies can be tolerated by him. Only chili powder can be consumed, and he did not know that the spicy food here turned out to use real chili.

Manda went awry, the feeling of what he did for the rescue mission even ended in harm.

He did not believe just with the complaints of Seo Jun, used tea drunk by the man he tried by sipping from different sides – so as to avoid direct kissing. Manda almost spewed it out as well, finally agreeing with his boss. Warm sweet tea is more correctly called tea that has just boiled so hot.

“Sorry boss, i’m Sorry.” Sesal Manda's. He doesn't know what else to do now. His intention to make his boss full with satisfaction even ended in chaos. What was happy, now the man's lips were exactly stung wasps, red and swollen.

Looks like it's your fucking day boss, i’m really sorry. Sesal Manda's.

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