Miss Mudaku Half my Breath

Warung Tent Memories

"Why do we go home now Dev, the party is not ready" Shanum's protest was upset because his wickedness was disturbed.

"Last day, night air is not good for health".

Devon answered ketus, actually he did not want to see the disappointed face of Shanum who was forced to leave the event, but his heart was so unwilling if he had to share the charm of his future wife with another man ,how many times did he see faces filled with admiration as he stared at the girl beside him .

Although the body is not as beautiful as the girls in the party arena, Shanum has an aura that can make every man who looks at him fascinated.

Beautiful face with natural makeup but able to attract the attention of every man who looked .

Devon only wants Shanum to be his own, only he can enjoy the charm that exists in him because he is the one who will become the owner as a whole 'that's his hope .

Shanum just smudged his lips irritated, with a shunt step he also stepped following Devon towards the parking lot .

Devon only glanced at his girl .

"I'm sorry this selfish me Sha, I just don't want to share your charms with them, you're mine a "sick-hearted mumble .

"We ate Sha first, I'm hungry" asked Devon who had been at the party since not a mouthful of food that went into his stomach , faced with a friend who turned out to love his girl ,makes Devon's appetite disappear .

Now the worm in his stomach as if protesting for contents .

Shanum looked at Devon with a sharp look .

"Didn't my ears hear what you said, Dev, didn't you just say that it's late and we should go home soon, why are you asking me to eat now ?"ask Shanum sewot.

"Ahh ehmm anu Sha, now my stomach is hungry, you know, I did not eat anything during the party "Devon seemed to answer questions in the tone of protest from Shanum .

"Well, 'let's eat first "finally Shanum also agreed because it can not be denied if his stomach was still hungry, some snacks and small meals are not enough to prop his stomach .

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"devon asked with a fluffy smile .

"What is the origin of spicy and delicious "shanum brief said .

A few minutes finally saw the tent stall that Devon meant.

Despite the simple appearance but the cleanliness and hospitality of the shop owner apparently makes visitors feel interested to stop and dine .

Two servings of chicken pecel have now been presented at the table with two glasses of orange juice .

Devon smiled kindly at the waiter who had apparently recognized him .

"Please mas Dev "say the servant while glancing at Shanum at a glance .

"Okay thank you bang "

Apparently in addition to the fast service, a delicious taste was the main attraction of the stall ,Shanum is so greedy to chew food that he rarely enjoys directly because usually if he wants food Shanum will order through the online application on his phone .

Shanum also admitted the superiority of taste in the shop, even Devon did not take long to spend a portion of his order

Devon waved at the waiter as a sign that he was adding more orders, and now in an instant it was available again, two servings of chicken pecel at once Devon had a message, making Shanum round his eyes .

Peacock food that Devon really likes, that's the other side of Devon that he just knew, it turns out he was so greedy eating dishes from simple stalls on the side of the road .

"You want to add too ?"devon asked as he turned to Shanum but was answered with his head .

Shanum looked around the tent, some of the visitors who were average young couples who were cool to enjoy the night while eating with a relaxed atmosphere in a roadside tent stall .

"You want to drink some more Dev?"asked the waiter approached them, back the waiter glanced at Shanum who was busy looking at the visitors of the tent stall.

"Yes, add another one, oranges aja bang "this time Devon order a warm orange .

"You guys seem familiar, do you eat here Dev often?"tanya Shanum .

"Uhukk uhukkk "Devon coughed at Shanum's question, may he answer if it turns out that he often spent time together, eating at the tent stall with someone who is the story of his past .