The Ant's Jakaka

Who her?

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THE CZECH!!!

The door of my room was opened, and it was Sapphira who came. I just peeked at her from behind the jacket that covered my face.

" The boss isn't awake yet?" ask Bembi. Bembi turned his head towards me and pulled the jacket over my face. But it didn't work because I overlapped using my hand.

" Oh. yeah, neng. It's hard to wake up." said Bembi later, it seems he knew that I was pretending to be asleep.

" Yes, I made fried noodles for the boss. Buruan in wakein before the noodles are cold." said Safira then left the room.

Bembi rocked my body.

" Updah unplug his man muutt" he told me.

" Hem." I replied lazily.

" Tumben-tumbenan neng Beef attention to you, muuut. want to eat not his noodles? If you don't want to, let me eat." he said and stood up to a bowl of noodles on my table.

The smell of noodles poked my nose, making me feel hungry. I swallowed my saliva.

" Are you really not?" bembi asked once more while stirring the noodles.

" I want to take a shower first, then just eat it." said I got up while taking a spoon from Bembi's hand.

" Yeeeee. Kirain is not a laper... " Ledeknya while closing the noodles again.

" It's ah, get down there. Open the tavern." I say.

" Okay.. ready, boss." The bottle passed from before me.

I hurried into the bathroom in my room. Well, even though it is narrow but quite good for the body at times like now. Not until 5 minutes I've finished bathing, I'm afraid said the guy who took a duck bath. I went back to my room with a towel that I don't know how long I've been wearing.

I opened the closet at the end of the room. There were only a few clothes inside, and even that was just spare clothes. Just in case when my clothes are dirty exposed to ice cream or other ingredients when making ice cream.

I picked a black shirt that read "Love you more" and black jeans. I don't know why I like black. Almost all my pants are all black. Only a few are levis and navy colored.

The smell of noodles was getting more tempting as I started stirring them up. The first mouthful also made me feel satisfied.

" Good." I said and ate the fried noodles made by that perverted cow.

When I finished, I grabbed my phone which I had turned off since yesterday.

Once the phone is on, a lot of message notifications come in. Of course my mother contacted me.

" Jay... Where are you? why haven't you come home yet?"

" Jay... Why is your phone off?? what's up, honey?"

" Jay.. Don't worry mama."

" Jay... Mamah went to the store, huh??" mama sent me a lot of messages.

" Yes already noticed you want to nginep in the store. Dad, maybe you need some alone time. Tomorrow I feel better, the story to mamah ya dear." wrote mamah in the next message.

I breathed a sigh of relief reading it, meaning mama told papah or my brother to see me in the tavern. And after they found out my bike was next to the store, they left. At least they know that I'm not going anywhere.

I went to the Google home page, and wrote something in search. I read it slowly and then smiled with relief. It turned out that what I experienced when Safira kissed me yesterday was a natural thing for a grown man like me. Not because of the pain, but it was my body's reaction to the touch Safira gave. Other men will experience the same thing when getting stimulation from the opposite sex.

This new knowledge to me is plain. Then I tried my best to act normal, lest I look awkward in front of Safira.

I came out of my room carrying my used noodle bowl. I saw my staff start working. After putting the bowl in the kitchen, I approached Safira. As much as possible I acted as usual.

" I'll love my father later in the day" he said.

I just nodded.

Then Safira seemed to smile cheerfully, but it did not seem to be smiling at me. I followed his direction. He looked out of the shop. A man came down from his car parked in the shop.

The man entered the store and sat down. Safira approached her with a smile on her face.

" Why don't you know tumben first?" ask that man.

" Willfully.let it be like young people." said the man, chuckling.

I don't know why I don't like to see that view. Safira looked familiar to the man. And I thought if it was her boyfriend.

" If he already has a girlfriend, what did he mean for his kiss yesterday afternoon? Does that mean nothing to him? damnit..." I snubbed annoyance.

The laughter of Safira and the man was repeatedly heard. Makes me even more furious. I approached Bembi at the order table.

" Bem... You know not the same guy who talks to Safira again?" I asked Bembi.

Bebi turned to the table where Sapphira and the man were chatting.

" Oh that's not familiar. But come here often, mut. Maybe his girlfriend." - replied Bembi.

" Oh." That's all that came out of my mouth.

He comes here often? To see Safira? Why did I just know? Is it possible that I'm too focused on my first love, Aisyah?

I continued to watch them with uncertain feelings. I don't know why I feel my pride is being played by Safira.

At first I thought Safira liked me. But it turns out....

" Huh.it's that easy he's toying with other people's feelings. I'm sorry for the kiss yesterday." I said as I rubbed my lips rough. Like I wanted to erase those memories.

" What are you, muuut?" ask Bembi suddenly.

" Huh??" kataku shocked.

Bembi scrunched her forehead while researching my face. Makes me take my eyes off. After all, Bembi was very good at reading the look on my face.

" You're jealous yaaaa?" stick it to me.

I glared at her.

" Jealous?? Akuuu?? yes, not Bem. You're playing the accusation." I said ketus.

Bembi chuckled at my words.

" I'm not." He's getting so attached to me.

" No, how could I be jealous. I'd love it sa.." My words were cut. I remembered Aisyah.

My body feels heated, I regained the emotion of remembering everything that happened to me. I scooped up the ice cream that was in front of me.

" Eh.. ants!!. that's customer order!!!" belbi's words surprised me.

" Sorry... Plausibility." my great-grandson.

" You're making another new one!! This one is for me, again need a cool-adem nih." I said then back scooping the vanilla-flavored ice cream. Bembi snorted in annoyance.

... connect.