Painful Love (Painful Love)

Mang Kabayan Fried Rice

"Eat here?" tsamara asked as Yudhistira's four-wheeled vehicle stopped right by the side of the road.

Located about twenty meters ahead there is a fried rice seller who used to hang out around the city park. Although only using a cart to peddle merchandise but many people are willing to queue for the sake of being able to enjoy a plate of fried rice mang Kabayan.

Yudhistira chuckled softly at Tsamara's question. Little understood why the girl next to him looked so shocked when the car stopped by the side of the road. "Although the roadside but in terms of taste and cleanliness need not be doubted. I used to buy fried rice here so I know what the seller's level of hygiene is."

"But if you want to eat somewhere else, that's okay. I'm turning the engine on again." Yudhistira was ready to reattach the seat belt that had been removed by him just now.

"No need! Let's just eat here" Tsamara said. The girl's hand reflexes touched Yudhistira's arm until the surface of the skin touched each other.

Tsamara's body stiffened slightly due to that physical contact. With a slightly stiff movement, he glanced to the side and found the owner of the oriental face smiling. Light exposure along the road through the car window, hit the face of the right side. The thick eyebrows, pointed nose and dimples of the man make it even more charming.

"So .. do we keep eating here or moving?"

The magnetic noise made Tsamara blink a few eyes. Realizing that his hand was still touching Yudhistira's arm at this moment, he lowered it.

"Ehm .. We eat here only. After all, if I'm looking for another restaurant or cafe I'm not sure I can compromise the worms in my stomach." Hold head. A look of the eyes led to his flat stomach.

Yudhistira again chuckled. Releasing the seat belt from his hand. "Then, I'll order a special fried rice for you. You wait here and don't go anywhere!" Without much disputing, Tsamara obeyed Yudhistira's orders. Sitting sweetly in the front seat while watching the people passing by.

After ordering a special fried rice with half a serving of each rice, Yudhistira sat on a chair made of red plastic that was already a little blackish. Occasionally pay attention to how agile the hands of mang Kabayan when cooking fried rice. Stir the rice, pour a variety of spices until mixed and give off a delicious aroma that is appetizing.

"This fried rice is for you, while this one is for me." Yudhistira's handcuffs a plate of fried rice in front of Tsamara. "Let's taste! I'm sure you'll like it."

Without shame or awkwardness, Yudhistira had already scooped his fried rice so greedily. Biting colorful crackers and cucumbers as vegetables.

Seeing how greedy Yudhistira ate, making the stomach of Tsamara increasingly rumbling. Slowly, he bribed the godeng rice.

Tsamara was shocked when a spoonful of fried rice entered her mouth. Oh God, this fried rice is delicious. Not inferior to the chef of Papa's five-star restaurant, his inner being was deep in heart.

Whether because it tastes delicious or because the stomach feels hungry, Tsamara again scoops the fried rice into the mouth until it runs out of nothing. Fortunately, I refused Doctor Yudhistira's offer to move. If I had obeyed I might not have had the chance to taste this delicious food.

Every movement of Tsamara did not escape the sight of Yudhishthira. The corner of the man's lips lifted. He smiled faintly as he chewed the food before his eyes. Well, finally he also likes fried rice made by Mang Kabayan. Therefore, do not illfeel first with roadside food. Once again, it will be addictive.

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"How, your stomach is full or still want to add half a portion again?" yudhistira asked as he opened a bottle of mineral water for Tsamara.

Tsamara gulped down the mineral water that Yudhistira offered him. "My stomach is no longer able to hold any other food, Doctor."

Looks like an oriental-faced man with a beard. "Ehm, okay. Want to go for a walk before I take you home? Again in the garden" he bargained for Tsamara, who answered with a nod of his head.

Yudhishthira walked alongside Tsamara, who had deliberately worn a scarf that night to cover part of her face so that no one would recognize her. He just wanted to enjoy a moment of rest without being bothered by others.

"What?" Tsamara answered without turning to Yudhishthira. He was breathing fresh air at night.

"You will soon be divorced from your husband. Suppose after the judge decides you're officially divorced, can I approach you?"

"Huh?" This time Tsamara stopped his steps and turned to Yudhishthira. "Doctor Yudhis, what?"

The handsome doctor with narrow eyes licked the lower lip. I don't know, why he could so straightforwardly say the last sentence when the words were not at all intended by him.

"Ehm .. a-anu ...." Suddenly, Yudhistira's tongue was faint, unable to say anything. "Aah .. already, forget it! You may have heard it wrong."

The tall, narrow-eyed man glanced at the watch on his wrist, the time was nine o'clock at night. Remembering that tomorrow they shift in the morning, inevitably the handsome doctor must rush to deliver Tsamara home.

"We should go home now before your parents mobilize their believers to find your whereabouts" Yudhistira added. He did not want to be considered a kidnapper who took people's children away.

Yudhistira had already stepped out of the city park. However, Tsamara's body was still unmoved as if a nail had stuck in her shoe.

Not hearing anyone's footsteps behind the body, Yudhistira stopped and looked back. How surprised he was when he didn't get Tsamara there.

"Why shut up? Come on, the night's getting late, your parents are getting more anxious." Yudhishthira rebuked when he realized that Tsamara had not followed his steps, but had stayed where he had been.

Tsamara. Without retaliating, he caught up with Yudhishthira following his long footsteps. Occasionally, he turned his head to look at the man next to him.

Was it actually my hallucination or did Doctor Yudhis say something to me? However, if it's just a hallucination but it feels so clearly heard in my ears. Tsanara was monologuing, recalling the events from a moment ago.

You idiot! Why can I let go anyway! I almost expressed my feelings to someone's wife. Although soon divorced but the current status is still the wife of people. Don't let me be called a player for taking someone's wife. Yudhsitira condemned his stupidity for almost getting out of control.

Although he harbors a taste for Tsamara but thinks now is not the right time to express his heart in front of the idol of the heart. Tsamara has just experienced a disaster in her domestic relationship so it will be difficult to accept the presence of a man in the near future. All Yudhistira can do right now is wait until the time is right.

When Yudhsitira was about to cross, he reflexively clasped Tsamara's hand. Then they stepped forward as the red light for the rider lit up. When crossing accidentally a pair of eyes were staring at them from the car window.

"The tamara? That guy?" muttered someone. His body slowly began to burn with jealous flames as he watched the two people up ahead clasping tightly onto each other.

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