Loved Brondong

It feels weird

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Eza set out to find red soup at Yasmin's request. He had no trouble finding the location of the seller because it was located at some point from his current position. He also bought a portion to pack. Buying food for the lover becomes quite fun for Eza because he feels useful and needed by Yasmin. After finishing, Eza was rushed back to Yasmin's house to deliver the soup.

Arriving at Yasmin's house, Suci welcomes Eza on the front porch. “Loh, Mas Eza is back again, is there anything left?”

“No, Ma'am. This was Sen ... Ms. Yasmin asked for help to buy red soup.” Eza always flinched when calling Yasmin by the name of Dusk.

“Oalah, yes already signed in, Yasmin inside, Mas.” Sacred smile.

Eza walked in to meet Yasmin.

“Senja, here I have the soup, quickly eaten, the cold will not taste good,” said Eza while giving a packet that is still hot.

“Quickly.” Yasmin stood up to welcome Eza.

“Do I need help setting it up?”

“No need, I can do it myself.” Yasmin rushed to the kitchen to get the bowl.

Eza looked at Yasmin who was pouring the soup into a bowl. The red hot sauce appears to be steaming as soon as Yasmin moves in the bowl. Soup with carrot vegetables also cabbage looks so tempting, plus the chicken that is cut rough, making the fresh aroma of soup more tempting stomach hungry.

“You only bought one? Haven't you eaten yet, Sky?" Yasmin asked when she saw that there was only one bag of soup that Eza had brought, while she took two bowls.

"I'm not so hungry yet, Dusk. Seeing you eat it later I'll be full.” Eza laughed a little teasing Yasmin. The man did not like the red soup that he bought outside.

Shortly after, Yasmin ate the soup, Eza propped up her chin with her hand, watching Yasmin eating. One mouthful was swallowed, but after two spooning, Yasmin felt strange about the taste of the soup. Yasmin had previously eaten red soup in Jakarta. However, the taste of the soup he had imagined was so far off with his expectations.

“While how, Dusk? You don't like it?”

“It feels like fishy, the chicken is like not too ripe, or .. I don't know. which is clear I don't like the soup.” Yasmin felt a little nauseous after tasting it, but she could still bear it.

Eza also tasted the soup, although he did not like it very much, but Eza thought that actually there was no problem, the meat and sauce was no problem, just not as good as what is usually wasted eating.

After bribing her a spoon to mouth, Eza said, “Senja, there is nothing strange about this soup. But, if you don't like it, I can buy it again somewhere else.”

“Do you not mind?” yasmin asked who felt bad for having to tell Eza to go buy again.

“You a thousand times you tell me, I will fulfill it, Princess." Eza stood up and went back to find the order of his lover.

After Eza's departure there were several Yasmin patients who came for treatment. The woman served him kindly and lovingly, not forgetting his purpose from the beginning, that he opened the clinic also intends to help the surrounding residents, so that he only received the payment of drugs at a sloping price. In fact, his services are free.

Thirty minutes later, Eza came with a red soup bought at another store. This time he was so sure Yasmin would like it because the soup has so many customers—prove that the soup is a lot of likes. It just so happens that Yasmin is still serving one customer, so Eza is waiting for her in the patient waiting room. After no more visitors, Yasmin went to Eza and told him to come in.

“Sky, sorry that I have been so troublesome to you,” Yasmin said as she received a red soup package from Eza's hand.

"Senja, I don't like you always say sorry and thank you, what I did everything is my duty as a girlfriend. You will be happy, I will be happier. Just reply all this with your sweet smile, then everything will be paid off.” Eza smiled and gently rubbed Yasmin's head.

Yasmin was so happy to be treated sweetly by Eza. Usually he would feel a little strange if his head was rubbed like that, he was not a cute little boy. It's just that Yasmin didn't show any dislike. But, the feeling this time was different, he was even very happy to be considered like a child.

"Snack." His inner.

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