Love Because of the Bet

8. Fried Rice Disaster

"Don't call me, baby. Disgusts".

"And now you're my girlfriend, you should also call baby dong or baby dong too".

Rama breathed a heavy sigh, his head dizzy. He just wants to learn to refresh his brain rather than being with people who have forced him to become a girlfriend.

Rama just wanted to laugh. Why does God write destiny for him is to establish a relationship on the basis of coercion with the girl next to him. Even just frying eggs is still a problem. What if she cooks food for him?

Uh, what the hell is Rama, you really hope to be Acha's soul mate? Drink less water, so digress impossible.

"You eat first, baby. I know you're hungry. Or do you want me to bribe?” Acha spooned the fried rice and then directed into the mouth of the girlfriend.

Although classified as simple cuisine but the only daughter Adinata quite hassles because yes, never touch kitchen utensils. Without moving, the maids always bring what they ask.

Sultan mah free

“Enak?”

“Asin this is so. Lo crazy huh? Want to poison me?” Rama spewed his food back. He quickly snatched the drink brought by the girl beside him.

I swear yes, it was the salty taste that had ever been stamped by his tongue. Although he is a guy, the first time cooking first is also not really bego-bego to enter a sack of salt for a serving of fried rice.

“Times is Ram?” Without thinking long Acha spooned the rice into his mouth.

Booms

It's so salty Gusti. This is no longer fried rice given salt but the side dish salt of rice. Definition of this micin child.

“Where? Pantes lo can never rank in the top 10, people eat it micin mulu”.

Acha grunted in annoyance. You may not need to carry a brain. Yes, clearly lost it, nylekit also his mouth.

“But this is the first time I've cooked, Ram. So it's only natural that not salty. You are sensitive to dong, where there are girls as tough as Acha, cut onions to sliced hands too, continue to be exposed to hot oil splashes. Ish, so tough Acha, don't complain”.

Was it said tough, sliced onion, exposed to splashes of oil did not complain? Well, his brain's already starting to kongslet. If I didn't complain, what was that? A mouth?

Okay Rama, take a breath and then throw it away. Do not let you get high blood pressure at a young age because lo-wait boyfriend, more precisely the forced girlfriend lo who is efficacious.

“Already, I want to go to the library, your brain is the same hairpin on your head no difference. Dizziness me.”

“Well what's the connection anyway, baby”

“There. Same-same make doang” decoration.

Tuh. Very cruel if you say. I want Acha to hit but it's a pity. I want to but my own boyfriend. So confused right.

“Awas ya lo Ram, I made you fall, fall as much as the charm of I”.

The one who was sworn even shrugged his shoulders as if he did not care, walking by carrying a bag on his back while returning a greeting from a younger class who according to Acha was just a doang mode, he said, but indeed the name good looking do not need to look for attention has become the center of attention itself, different again if the potatoes.

“Mama can report from Aunty An if some days you bring supplies. Wh why? Less pocket money?” Ask Citra—Mama Acha— .

Acha stopped her mouthful, she turned to look at her mother who was pouring rice and side dishes into her daddy plate. Her lips smiled as her beautiful brain had already determined which idea she was going to speak.

“Ehm. Actually Acha still want to buy Dad motor, make Acha cement. He if to school riding a bike and his bike was already age Dad, aka already butut”. The image raised one eyebrow. Tumben's daughter cares.

“What's the matter, Cha?”

“Current times have anyone brought that butut bike? He's one of the best students, Dad. Exemplary students who always won trophies at Scholar High School. Daddy doesn't want to buy him a motorbike? Yes, as an appreciation so pa”.

“Boleh-can. What is his name?”

Smiling sweetly Acha mentioned the name of who was now her boyfriend. I don't know why his heart was pounding happily when he mentioned that name.

“Cowok. Okay, Daddy buys it tomorrow. He likes big motor or the usual?”

Acha tilted his head trying to remember maybe there are words Rama that offend his blind bicycle. Ahh yes, Rama once said that he did not want to use a motorcycle. Air pollution he said, hah bodo very. The bike is still worth wearing. Said anyway. But according to Acah Rama bicycle category is worth the break.

“By no Dad, if buy vespa aja. Ituloh the motor is again hits now. It was cheap pa. Daddy can buy it, right?”

“Yakin? Though daddy intention to buy a bige” motor.

Acha nodded steadily. In her beautiful brain has been arranged a plan if she wants uwu-uwu while piggybacking vespa. Typical of kids today. Do not forget that Acha children who follow the trend, let alone supported by capital from their parents. What is there to be gained from young lady Adinata? Oh yes, love Rama.

Not really, but not yet. Just wait.

“Oke deal yes, daddy order now”.

“Siap Dad and thank you. Acha dear Daddy”.

“Oh, so dear Daddy doang? Mom not?”

“Mama also”. Acha smiled happily. The plan will be realized soon.

AN:

Ajarin Acha cook fried rice dong.

Kasian Rama could sprain his tongue later. Wkwk.

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