The CEO's Pro-Daster Girl

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Arie face fashion red half purple, disappointed with the results of his cooking that has already ventured, but finally not delivered to his Master, his master, Arie exhaled his rough breath looking at the paper bag he was lifting facing his own face.

"Diapakno iki" (in this place) muttered Arie. lazily he also stepped his feet towards the car.

Arie opened the door violently, and closed it with half on the slam, making the person inside the slant.

"Astaghfirullah, Mba Boss," said Ipul as he continued to stroke his chest. Ipul turned his head back to find the face of his Big Lady who was red extinguished, can be sure if he opened his mouth must be directly sprayed.

Without Arie's voice thrusting the paperbag he was carrying, Ipul received it with pleasure.

"matur suwun Mba Boss," said Ipul with joy. No matter the heartbroken beautiful Boss, the important thing is to get free food, that is the meaning of the smile that emanates from the face of this driver.

"Today you go home first, I want to walk alone"

"Lha street piye Mba Boss?" Ipul is a little confused by Arie's orders.

"Just you go home, today your work is enough to get here, I'm more cramped, again want to be alone" said Arie annoyed.

"yes.iya.. Mba Boss, Mba Boss tumben use Indonesian?"

"again wanting to be Indonesian, wes wes ndang muleh"(hurry home) said Arie, shaking his hand.

"Lha piye's car? in living in po piye's office?" (how's the car? in the office or what?"

"wes gooen ae" (you have brought it) said Arie while getting out of the car.

"yes"

With Raut as bright as the morning sun, Ipul starts driving the car away from the office, while Arie orders an online motorcycle taxi to drive him to a place where his family members are waiting for him.

the two-wheeled vehicle is now speeding through traffic jams in Surabaya, in the green jacketed Nang bonceng Arie driving in the hot sun, the motor stops when the red light turns on, arie's eyes continued to pay attention to the side of the highway, where there were several street vendors who opened their stalls, appearing to curl every Aroma of the food sold by the merchants made Arie drool, making Arie drool, Arie patted Abang ojol's shoulder then showed the place he wanted to stop at. Ojol's brother swiftly deflected his motor.

"Please Pean enteni sek ya Cak" (Please you wait a moment) said Arie while removing the helmet he was wearing, arriving at them on the side of the highway.

In front of a row of os under a shady tree, there were several food carts lined up in the parking lot, Arie stepped towards the crowd of consumers who were storming them, he queued casually standing up while shortening his hands.

Inadvertently Arie looked at an old man who was sitting on the side of his bike, he decided to walk towards the man, it turns out the man was asleep, he was already sleeping, with her head bowed above her knees, Arie saw a white plastic box tied up in the man's onthel bicycle bonnet.

"Chap... Mbah.." said Arie softly while patting the old man's shoulder before him.

"Wonten nopo Mba" (what's wrong Mba) said the man.

"Sampean sadean nopo Mbah?" (Grandpa, what are you selling? )

"onde onde Mba" with a little restrained the old man stood he opened the box cover he was carrying, showing a market snack made of glutinous flour, with its distinctive round shape and sesame wrapped.

Seen Box it still looks full, yes traditional snacks like this are indeed inferior to compete with contemporary snacks such as those sold by Abang Abang who are in the shopper's cherubuti, not far from them standing now.

"That sedoyo niki pinten?" (this is all how many cakes?) arie asked while taking out a red sheet from her wallet.

"satus seket Mba" (one hundred and fifty Mba)

"Sampean sure Mbah? is that the ringing of the genie" (You sure cake? You haven't even counted yet) Arie frowned in surprise.

"cold cantalong blas Mba, dadi must sakmunu, Mbah jukuk teko juragan sak munu Mba" (there is no Mba practice, so it must be so, so it must be, grandpa took it from such an employer) said Grandpa was sad.

The folds of skin on his old body seemed so contrasted with what he was doing, the shabby clothes but a sincere smile never escaped his face since Arie spoke to him.

"Ngggeh mpun Mbah, sedoyo wrap gengan" (yes already cake, you wrap all).

"Alhamdulillah Mba, the Mba minister" (real Mba) said the old man with happy sparkling eyes, Arie nodded with a smile, with his old hand the seller deftly put onde onde into some plastic bags.

After he finished giving a plastic bag containing food to Arie, Arie also received gently and grasped a red sheet of paper to the seller.

"Mba niki duit e kakeh an" (Mba is the money mostly) said Mbah when calculating the money given by Arie.

"mboten nopo nopo, sampean windfall" (it's okay, your windfall) said Arie smiled kindly, Arie stepped away from the Mbah who was touched happy.

Arie stopped his steps, glanced at the crackle pouch in both hands, sighed for a moment thinking, what would he do with all this onde onde.

"You're still the same as you used to be, Arie" the gentle voice of a man made Arie turn her body, her eyes perfectly rounded as the brown-eyed sturdy figure smiled sweetly at her.

"Doctor Tama"

"You still remember me" said the handsome doctor with a smile that made the dimple on his left cheek clear.