The Appearing Woman

Bsb 203 Meatballs.

Alya continued to hold her stomach, which continued to sound rumbling.

Making Pras say," he heard it again."

Alya was stunned when Pras discussed about the sound of sitting." what'an the heck you. So you consider my tummy rumbling to be the sound of sitting."

"Like that!" pras replied. Laugh out loud.

The burly man, now began to tell Alya to get out of the car, he did not forget to wear a hat so that no police suspected him.

"Where are you going?" alya asked, seeing Pras wearing a hat and also a mask.

"I want to eat the laper, you want to come?" pras asked Alya.

Pras who just came down now offers a mask to wear Alya.

"You wear this, let the unsuspecting people" Pras said.

Alya rolled her eyeballs by taking the mask from Pras' hand and said, "very complicated. Eat too."

Now Pras began to walk, while Alya tailed from behind Pras. Heat and thirst continued to be felt in Alya's throat.

Pras turned out to take Alya to a small meatball shop, "You take me to a ginian place," said Alya, slightly mocked the meatball shop he had just entered.

The burly man did not respond to Alya's words." There is nowhere else but this. It's rundown, it's hot again."

Pras now ordered two basos, while Alya still with her cynical gaze. Staring at the room in the meatball shop he was visiting right now.

"What are you judging, Alya?" ask Pras.

"I just don't like this shabby place. Dirty, smelly!" answer Alya.

That's when the order came, Pras started taking the baso he ordered. But Alya continued to look at the bowl containing baso with a clear brush and smoke that smelled meat.

Pras stirred the meatballs in his bowl, poured a few spoons of sambal and did not forget the drops of soy sauce and saons. Looks so evocative selela.

Saliva seemed to want to drip slowly, but Alya still held back because he did not like the space.

Sometimes Pras sipped his fresh meatball brush, until it was heard in Alya's ears.

"Why, Alya?" ask Pras.

"I don't lust, look at the place!" alya cetus replied.

Pras shook his head enjoying every mouthful of baso he put himself in his mouth, " Mm. Delicious Alya, don't you want to give it a try."

Alya looked at one serving of meatballs in front of her, making the stomach feel sore.

"Come, once you enjoy the baso on the roadside like this, it doesn't feel bad."

"But."

"Alya, cockroach."

"Aahkk."

Happ ....

Pras gave a bribe to Alya, making Alya now chew the baso that was already in his mouth.

"It's not bad, it's delicious."

That's when Alya started grabbing the baso that was in front of him, making him slowly eat with passion.

The stomach that had been struggling, now calmed back, making the pain no longer bother.

While stabbing a meatball, Pras saw several policemen walking around. It sure makes him shocked.

"Alya."

"What."

Pras tried to give a code so that Alya lowered his face, he did not want if the police to find his whereabouts.

"Alyas. Hurry down."

"For what?"

The annoyance grew increasingly felt Pras, as he told Alya to bow down. Pretending to relax enjoying the baso.

Pras does not know what else to say, now forced to lower Alya's head with a little rough.

"God."

"In front there are police," said Pras slowly.

Alya glanced at the direction Pras said, making him of course shocked and now wearing a mask.

Pras tells Alya to stop eating, and pretends to hold his phone.

One of the policemen now approached Pras, leaving Pras a little frightened.

"Don't come here, don't come here."

At that time one of his police friends called, making the police who approached Pras now turn around and leave in front of Alya and Pras.

Pras rubbed his chest slowly, feeling a sense of unworthiness, because the fear of being thrown back into prison. While the plan given by the late Burhan has not been done Pras.

After the departure of the police, Alya began to enjoy the remaining baso again on his bowl. Pras, however, pulls Alya's hand.

"Prass. What the fuck are you?"

Pras began to bribe his pants pocket, taking the money to be paid to the baso seller.

"Ni, bang."

"Pras, take my hand off first."

"It's Alya, not much time, now we have to get out of here."

"Yes, but it doesn't have to pull my hand all Pras."

"Here you don't talk much, let's get in the car quickly."

The two of them now get into the car, Pras began to plant gas to immediately leave the meatball shop he had just visited.

Seen Alya's face reddened, holding back the annoyance because he could not finish his food.

Pras who saw Alya smiled a little, "why are you, sulking?"

Alya draped her two hands, grumbling in annoyance," who's licking."

"But it looks once from your red cheeks, indicating you are upset because your meatballs are not running out" said Pras. The cold and grumpy man instantly looked like such a romantic person.

"Honestly, I was surprised by you Pras. Sometimes you're like someone who wants to catch their prey, but sometimes you're like an adorable little crab." Alya grumbled at his heart.

"Why are you quiet, Alya?" ask Pras. Look at the car glass.

" What do I have to do?!" cetus Alya's.

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Jerry realized what he saw in the tavern, only that he was afraid that if his target was wrong, seeing a man wearing a hat and mask and a burly body made him stare fixedly at the man.

"What was Pras?"

His heart continued to mutter, he did not have time to check on the person he suspected in the store because he was called by one of his coworkers.

"You why Jer? Rich think of something?"

The question of one of Jerry's coworkers, makes Jerry's daydream.

"Mm, yes. I'm not rich, look at Pras!"

The friend rubbed his chin slowly," Pras. The fugitive you were looking for from yesterday?"

"Yes, I just happened to assign some police to look for Pras, in a villa that I suspect Pras is hiding there. But nil, the cops didn't find him at all!"

"You have to be careful with him, he's like the Mafia who's good at crime, ever since his best friend died in prison. His nature has really changed. It was once Pras. Your current fugitive, his person is very kind. But the instant his best friend died, it all seemed to change 90 percent."

"We don't know that the person's kindness will change immediately because there is a sense of fines pervading the soul, until it is now like the Mafia."