My Match On The Place Kkn

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Tasya pov's

During my time at the chicken porridge stall my heart beat three times faster. Just this time I actually sat face to face and was very close to the opposite sex. Maybe because the concept of the stall that uses a small size table so that spice to deal with shorter opponents, the, in contrast to restaurants or restaurants in the city whose table size is more normal so that when faced not too close.

I know Iqbal is looking for an opportunity to walk alone with me. I don't know who woke him up earlier, I know when I was about to shop he was sulking a dream on the living room sofa. But for a few seconds he was in front of me and offered to drive to the vegetable seller.

Shocked? Definitely dong

At first I refused but she was determined to deliver me.

Hmmmm what can be done....

I agree to his invitation. He drove the bike to the vegetable seller. During the trip, many neighbors greeted us.

Why is this the concept like the husband is taking the wife shopping?

As for how I felt about that man, I was ordinary. Maybe in certain moments I was lulled by the temptation of Iqbal, but I know Iqbal men who like to tease women. He just wanted me to be fascinated by him, so if I was tempted I was the same as the other women.

I promised myself to take care of my feelings for my future husband, who is that?

I don't know, I'm just praying that he's the man in charge of me.

Uhhhh! why talk about husband.

After Iqbal invited me to breakfast at the chicken porridge shop, we went straight back to the post. There the other friends were waiting for the ingredients I bought earlier.

"Hmmm even dating" Rere chirped. I deny, I'm not going out with the chairman.

"So he had a stomachache because of laper. He's been with me shopping and buying chicken porridge"

Ahhh Tasya why lie, my mind.

All because of Iqbal, I feel bad for everyone else.

Do not want to drag on in the mind, me and the others immediately continue the cooking process that had been hampered. The rice that Rere cooked was ripe, the tempe fried Rebeca was also finished. Just cooking vegetables, that's my share.

I was wrestling in the kitchen, the other friends were still there helping me. We finished cooking in 20 minutes.

"Yukkk the food is ripe!" yelled Ica interrupted all the team of guys who were busy playing hp.

They all went closer to the food and took their plates, and Iqbal.

I opened my eyes, he had just finished a bowl full of special chicken porridge and now he was eating again. I can only shake my head in wonder.

"You don't eat tasy?" tanyakanya.

"Still full bal. You want to eat again?" I wondered, he just smiled and nodded his head.

Then he took food like everyone else. I just observed the excitement of those who were enjoying this late breakfast.

"You?" bargain Iqbal. I looked at him, Iqbal was sitting next to me. I didn't realize because I was so excited to see the others eat.

I shook my head and then moved my head away from the spoon he brought to his mouth.

"What the hell is that Tasya people don't want to" Rere ambushed, I agreed. Finally he took the spoon away from me.

The man returned to enjoying his meal while I was still engrossed in seeing my friends who were also eating. A split second I turned my head, looking at Iqbal who was eating. Whether he was offended by Rere's words, I also agreed with Rere's words were quite spicy.

Ahhhh why do I think about Iqbal's feelings, I should be upset because he always forced me.

"Want a drink?" I tried to offer her a glass of water, wanted her mood test. He refused while pushing the water.

Fix him mad anyway! hmmmmm....

"Prepare for tasy!" take Rebeca, I who was thinking about Iqbal's treatment just now, immediately stand up and return to Susi's house. I don't think what Iqbal did was something I should have thought too deeply about, it should have been Rere who apologized for Rere snapping at him.

Uhhhh! Dizziness.

We girls team back to Susi's house, we will prepare for a visit to posyandu meet with toddlers and pregnant women. For the team of men the plan will make garbage cans from used materials with children karattaruna village N. So today we're going to split up on duty.

"Tasy" while I was polishing my face with some skincare, Rebeca came from behind. It seems he is ready to go.

I looked up and answered his call.

"Don't you feel like Iqbal likes you?"

I, who initially twisted my face with some cream, suddenly stopped for a moment. I thought and finally rubbed my face again.

"Can that be said to like?" askaku.

Rebeca immediately took a position beside me. He wanted to talk intensively with me and look me in the face.

"don't you feel she's so considerate of you? Again Rebeca said it as if I were insensitive. He was amazed to see me who looked relaxed.

Hahahah relax? I'm not actually relaxed, I just don't want to get too carried away with her good treatment. He's a famous student, there's no way he doesn't have a girlfriend or a bully. It could be in this place, where KKN he said as a single species. But we didn't know when we got back to college it was a dozen.

Will I be a victim like the others? Oh Nooooo's...

"He's our chairman, obviously he's paying attention to me as a member" I ngeles. Rebeca just sighed resignedly with my answer out of sync. Then Rebeca left me still busy with skincare, smiling at her passing. I finally got away with a question I didn't think needed answering.

Soon I finished my skincare sequence and used a little lipcream so my lips wouldn't turn pale.

"Yukkk's leaving!" take me to them. We went back to the post house to pick up the bike. There the boys' team is also ready to gather at the patrol post at the end there. The plan is they will make garbage cans near the patrol post. Materials for making the trash can have also been prepared. So they immediately went to the patrol station on foot because the distance between the post house and the patrol station was only a few houses. While we the girls team use the motor to go to posyandu which is quite far away.

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