Loololand: My Little Children's

Dinner

Miranda looked at Rinaldi, the teenager blocking the entrance of the children's room. He stomped on the teenager's feet until he had his feet stirring, both glaring at each other and faintly heard the sound of the twins cheering for this little quarrel.

"What the hell do you want?" ask Miranda.

"Auntie, let's do dinner. I have a good restaurant recommendation!"

"I'm busy."

"Son, her dessert must also have liked Auntie."

Rinaldi showed his smartphone, there was an Instagram post of a four-star restaurant uploading new menus and discounts.

Miranda took the smartphone and scrolled up the entire post.

"Maybe, with the kids, right?"

Miranda looked at the children one by one, the twins shook their heads compactly unwilling to come along.

While Rinaldi patted his forehead, "Yes already Bi, occasionally have to heal."

Miranda rubbed Rinaldi's hair that was shaken.

"Aunt why?"

"No, just pity because you don't have any friends."

The lotus has no friends directly tore up, it's good that a person as handsome as Rinaldi Cakrawala is said to have no friends!

He had a myriad of people queuing up to be friends or even friends but friendly but Rinaldi refused.

"Just kid! theory where is it?"

"Where is a young man who invites an older woman to dinner together."

Also true.

"We will also be accompanied by Om Gerald."

Miranda frowned, she passed Rinaldi just like that and immediately pushed the shoulders of the twins to immediately gather with Kei on the furred carpet.

"Not so, just eat both."

"But Bi-"

Miranda turned to him again

"No way."

Rinaldi glanced at the twins for help, the twins who understood immediately reached into his pocket and took out money. The youngest Key also did the exact same thing.

"I'll pay you later."

"OK agree."

The duitan eye.

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'Anyway Om just came at 8, all I have arranged.'

Gerald nodded, "Good."

He turned off the phone, Siska who had been standing not far away could hear the conversation of the two.

"Want dinner, sir?"

Gerald nodded, he took another file for him to read and sign.

"Who would I know with?"

"With Miranda."

Siska's face was flushed red, she bit her fingernails. It's impossible, isn't it, he lost to an old woman like Miranda?

He immediately touched Gerald's shoulder, then smiled sweetly as if he wanted to flirt.

The clock shows at 12 noon at the time, Siska lowered her body and whispered right in Gerald's ear. "Sir, it's lunch time."

"You can rest now."

"You're not going to lunch?"

"No."

His boss always didn't take it.

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It was almost 8 p.m., Rinaldi had already come in a flashy car that he had borrowed from Gerald. The teen puts on a cocky face when Miranda comes up with an ordinary after-all-nearly with a strange blend of colors-and a hat that just doesn't seem like it'll fit their place to eat today.

"Auntie come in" he said.

Miranda took over the keys and sat in the driver's seat.

"Loh Bi! I'm the one who should be driving!"

"Do you have a SIM?" ask Miranda.

The woman had a seat belt on, her hands were ready to hold the steering wheel and only needed to step on the accelerator

"Not yet."

"Hurry in, I'll drive."

Rinaldi gulped, he rushed into the car without saying much more. Miranda immediately stepped on the gas pedal and took the car out of the Horizon family fence.

So far there have been no accidents that Rinaldi thought would happen.

If Miranda wasn't driving, she'd hit the teenager in the head.

"Bi."

"What's wrong?"

"This aunt is still single, right?"

"Why, crush?"

Rinaldi suddenly made a face of disgust, Miranda laughed a little and turned the steering wheel to the left. Both of them saw the city streets at night, the lights lit up brightly.

Several times, Miranda had to avoid reckless bikers.

"People are increasingly disobeying the rules," he grumbled.

Rinaldi.

"Stop Bi."

As the car slowly slowed down, Miranda turned the steering wheel to the left to get into the courtyard of the restaurant and then stopped.

Rinaldi sighed, he took off the jacket he was wearing and then put it on Miranda.

"Wow, gentleman."

"Oh, this is because Auntie's clothes are embarrassing."

"It's fashion."

"Fashion is fashion, but know where, Bi."

Rinaldi looked once again at Miranda, in terms of how much Gerald could like this woman. Miranda's positive points are not too many, while her negative points range from narcissistic to low fashion sense.

Even so he did not take a headache.

"Good night, Rinaldi."

In front of the entrance, the attendant in charge of welcoming the guests threw a sweet smile.

"Good night, Hendri." Rinaldi smiled back.

He pulled Miranda to enter immediately, the restaurant so far was already full. Except most corner tables decorated with lots of candles and flowers.

Miranda inwardly sneered, saying it was like having dinner with a partner only.

"Om Gerald said he'd be here any minute."

Miranda who held the menu and had just ordered the food did not respond and gave the menu to Rinaldi.

"As usual, brother" said Rinaldi.

The waiter nodded.

"So Auntie just needs to wait for Om Gerald, we can chat if Auntie gets bored."

Miranda took the opportunity to ask, "You know Sarah?"

"Where might I not know." Rinaldi clenched his hand, but it escaped Miranda's attention. "That guy used to come to see my dad before they died."

"Pass-out"

"Today we can't talk about them" Rinaldi cut, smiling brightly to the point that Miranda closed her eyes. "Nah tell me what kind of man Auntie dreams of."

"You really don't like me, do you?"

Rinaldi laughed, it made the two of them take center stage for a while.

"Where is it possible, my taste is not Aunt. Let's just say we're gossiping, well Auntie let's answer."

"I never thought about getting married."

Rinaldi panicked, as fast as lightning he changed the topic rather than making an awkward atmosphere.

"Then the story about Auntie's family."

"Both of my parents left when I was 14 knew the only family I had was my little brother" he said. Miranda looked at the ceiling of the restaurant, her eyes glaring far away. "When I was your age, I used to pick up rich kids to meet my needs."

"No surprise" said Rinaldi.

Miranda chuckled softly.

"I don't talk to a lot of people, only one upperclassman used to be known to be quiet."

Miranda remembered once more.

How the person he was referring to was, but nil, like he was forgetting something important. Ah, maybe because he never knew the name of that upperclassman.

"Did that upperclassman hate Auntie?"

"Don't know, he's always handing over the money without me asking."

"Maybe he likes Auntie."

"Obviously, I'm pretty."

Rinaldi laughed playfully, Miranda's confidence was too high that she thought it was a piece of writing.

Drrt drrt

He immediately took his smartphone.

"Yes Om?"

Miranda could see Rinaldi's forehead wrinkled, the teenager glanced at Miranda and sighed indecisively.

"Sorry Bi, Om Gerald couldn't come because his secretary was suddenly in trouble."