MY HALAL IS WITH YOU

First impressions

"mas, please!! When does the nie cart stop?"holding his head with both palms.

"the next step of the deck.. Why why?"hayrul asked with a question mark.

"my head is dizzy, it's like riding a boat.."

"it has stopped..! Down yuk?"

The swivel comedy guard opened his basket hook and let nita and hayrul out immediately.. Nita kept walking leaving sir Hayrul far behind.... But hayrul continued to chase after nita from behind.. Nita continues to divide the crowd, down a quiet place from visitors. Right under the mango tree.. Nita squatting...

"huek, huek, huek, huek.." nita continued to spit out the contents in her stomach to just let out water..

"why deck?" hayrul's panicking. While kneading the nape of the nita painstakingly and wiping the sweat that pours in the forehead nita..

"i'm like flying sir.. My body feels light.." nita reveals what she feels.. While standing in staggering..

"it looks like a cold and drunken game basket earlier.."

"i'm not papa.. Already mendingan. Now I......" stop the saying..

"deck why now? Don't worry about the deck!! Do I need to take a doctor???"

"oh no need to...! I'm hungry now!"

"mashyaAllah, oih, yes. Sorry to forget.. Deck, from the preoccupation to make the nita starving deck.."

"not so, too, my mom! This is all because the contents in my stomach have all spewed out.."

"hmmmmm, really?" hayrul sir just cleared his throat yet he gave his sweetest smile.

"heem sir." nita replied with a nod not forgetting her reply with a smile. "What was that, a preoccupation..?" the numan nita in his heart..."Is it true ea sir hayrul cool the same way with me? I know I asked for a lot.. I work a little bit ah... Gpp right.?" thought again..

"hoy.... Hay... Uh nit?!! You're daydreaming about what the hell!! We have arrived.. He said you were hungry?"the nita daydream.

"huh... Uh yes sir....! Uh, that means mas..!" nita circulated her views.it is true that nita was in front of the original stall of madurese cuisine.near the night market.

The two of them chose a quiet seat, which was a bit far from the other end..

" please mas mbak?? It's the menu" said mbak mbak at the stall..

"Oh yes thank you!" Nita took the menu book and read it at a glance..

Hayrul called him..

"You order what deck"

"Is that a deck?" Ask hayrul again.

"yes, mas.."

"that's it, mbak..! Please soon ea?

" how did you not order?? "ask nita on hayrul..

" loh emangnya earlier, adek not pesenin mas? "

" uh engak, it's delicious.. Order yourself donk.. I also read a menu book. "

hayrul had to call the maidservant and order his order back..

" that's mbak... Enough is enough mbak.." hayrul ordered one warm tea, one serving of satay and a plate of rice..

Soon the waiter opened the order he ordered earlier..

"this is mbak mas please enjoy the dish.."

"Oh yes.. Please nit eaten your order!" hayrul brought nita's order closer to her.. And ate the food ordered by himself. Devouringly.

Unlike the nita!, he only ate two portions of the satellite and drank its cold esteh.. Without touching the other dishes..

" loh nit! That's warm tea and two servings of rice and sugar why don't you touch!"

"i'm worried that I'm just eating in the barn now.."

"really nit? Ask hayrul in a search!

" yes" answered briefly...

"oh yasudah's... This ma'am is all wrapped in ea! Add another sate.."

"is it even wrapped in a bag?"

"iya mubasir low... Scalian to eat with mom at home"

"hem thank you so much..."

"gpp deck. No need for that.! Oiya is really a new dick this once eating in the barung.?"

"iya mas is usually wrapped and eaten at home.. Hmmmm so really.. It's my first impression of eating in a barn..."