The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

The Rangga

"woman" the made-up voice sounded ridiculous.

"what?" danita looked to the side.

"woman" called him again.

"what dear" actually Danita is a little careless with the rangga.

shadowin alone, it has been an hour more awkward hugging the arms of Danita.

"kok I suddenly pengen mango ya" swiped his head on danita's shoulder.

Danita was silent, she wanted to release the rangga from her arm but was afraid of the rampage later.

"buy where ya are" now leaning his head against Danita's shoulder.

"tumben you buy where, usually immediately call mr tan" staring at the head of the rangga.

"don't know if you suddenly want to ask"

"sad you're having a cravings?" keep his face away from the head.

"who's pregnant with you, there's no way I'm craving" hugged Danita's distended stomach.

"who says the husband can't crave?, many husbands who follow cravings"

"really?" raised head.

"heem" nodded.

"so you guys want to eat mangoes? all right papa's gonna look for her" speaking in front of Danita's belly.

"but then you eat the tablets instead of me" his eyes looked down at the stairs.

"i know it" straight away from the bed.

"let's look for mangoes" his nickname while walking to the door.

"sometimes she's weird" noticed her husband walking around humming.

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"pak tan" rangga's voice surprised Mr. Tan who was writing something on the table.

"a–ada what young master?" stammering sir tan immediately closed the book.

"no mango?" sit in the kitchen chair.

"mango fruit? there's a master, you want me to prepare it?" glancing behind the kitchen.

"maybe, that acid there isn't sir?" nodding vigorously.

"there sir, I'll prepare for a moment" lowered his head a little and went to the back of the kitchen.

There were several chefs who seemed to be making something. Rangga noticed the movements of the chef, when one of the chefs shifted his body. There was a woman there.

"he's making a cake?" walk to the back of the kitchen.

When he arrived, no one realized his existence.The chefs were still struggling with kitchen tools and all kinds of ingredients.

"what are you doing?" walk near them.

The chefs were surprised to hear the sound of a bug suddenly entering the eardrum.there was even one chef who accidentally dropped a spoon filled with powder onto the floor.

"good night Mr. Rangga" all the chefs bowed in unison.

"why are your faces tense?" looking at the chefs who looked down.

no one answered, they were all still down.

"they're helping aunty make a cake" aunt wulan who became the center of it rangga explained.

Rangga oh. "lift your heads, is my face creepy?" looking back at the heads of the chefs who were still lowered.

the chefs looked at each other before raising their heads.

"what are you making?" his hand picked up a piece of cake that seemed to have just come out of the oven and was already cut.

"this is just a fad" replied aunt wulan, who was stirring the green dough.

Rangga nodded, watching the hand of the aunt wulan holding the iron stirrer. "why are you silent? continue as you did" back to the chefs.

The chefs immediately went back to holding the tools and materials he had originally held.One question lingered in their heads.Why is lord Rangga suddenly here?.

"what's this?" take a piece of red cake and show it to auntie wulan.

"it was a mixture of strawberry and brown fruit flavors a bit" replied without looking at the rangga.His hands were very busy holding the place and the iron stirrer.

Rangga put the cake in his mouth. Delicious, soft and sweet, there was a slight bitter taste of chocolate.

"why are you suddenly here?" a glance at the face of Rangga who was observing his hand.

"waiting for sir tan to prepare mangoes" he replied while watching aunt wulan's hand.

"woman is cravings?" staring at the face of the rangga and his hands pressed the dough.

"ohh you're craving" now slamming the dough into a pile of wheat flour.

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Rangga berah wah see it. it seems a little heavy, but why can aunt wulan slam it?.

"is that not heavy?" pointing to the green dough that has been wrapped in wheat flour.

"it's light rangga" slammed again the dough in his hand.

Rangga curious. the dough is thick. the time is not heavy?.

"i want to try slamming it" turned on the water tap and washed his hands.

Aunt wulan allow it. but later if the dough is damaged how?.

Brakkkk

the sound of a very loud slam makes the chefs jerk there is also a direct chatty.want to turn the body to see but afraid to hit.

"ahh not at all heavy turned out to be" he said casually releasing his hand.

Aunty Wulan froze there, in addition to the dings that were quite surprising to the heart. The shape of the green dough is now more surprising.

"ranges should you not use energy" approaching the green dough that runs out in the same sap.

Rangga was a little stunned to see the green dough became very thin now.

"i didn't even use any strength at all" he said scratching his head.it really became a sultry dough.

It is true that the rangga did not use energy at all when slamming the dough, yes but maybe it is like that without the power in the intention of the rangga.

"this master mango" suddenly sir tan came to bring a plate of mango.

Rangga turned his body.he gulped roughly looking at the neatly arranged mangoes on the plate. tantalizing.without ba-bi-bu he immediately took the plate and left the kitchen.

His eyes sparkled staring at the mangoes on the plate. Now he was sitting on the sofa. preparing to eat the sour mango.

"hmm sour" he murmured enjoying the sour taste that filled the walls of his oral cavity.

while he was eating the mango, he felt footsteps that he was very familiar with starting to enter the house.

Sure enough, the next second someone entered the house.His legs stopped when he saw his young master was sitting on the sofa.

"good night, Mr. Rangga" that man is zan.

"oh you've come, call the waiter" put another piece of mango in his mouth.

Zan put a paper bag that he brought to the table next to the plate containing mango.

Zan returned with a servant girl who had been bowing all the way.

"se–good night, Mr. Rangga" the maid still lowered her head.

Rangga stuffed another piece of mango into his mouth while watching the female servant in front of him.

"what did you do yesterday with Danita?" chewing the mango in his mouth.

Sari was the maid of honor.she trembled in fear.Just yesterday she was raised by mister Rangga, but now she had made a mistake.

"answer" zan's voice again scares him.

"ka–we watch Korean drama, ber–talk da–and play le–lemmpar-throw pillow" fear she tuh.

Rangga did not make a sound, the sound of a fork being stabbed into the pieces of mango was what was heard.heard the soundless rangga made the sari even more afraid.

"even though Danita has persuaded me not to fire you" she said.

Sari did not breathe oxygen when she heard the word fire. "young master please forgive me" sari closed her eyes tightly.

"but I won't let you just like that" stopped his hand and put down his fork.

Rangga glanced at the paper bag then looked at the sari. "i don't want to disappoint the hard work danita yesterday" again hung his words.

"take it, nita worked hard for it" instructed Sari to take a paper bag in front of her.

Sari raised her head slightly, staring at what her master meant.His eyes were rounded when she saw the picture printed in front of her paper bag.

"take it!, before I change my mind and fire you" he said coldly.

Sari immediately picked up the paper bag with trembling hands.

"go" back to holding his fork.

"te–thank you sir" lowered his head to 90 degrees. His life is still safe now.

"thank you, lady, you saved my life" walked quickly out of the living room.

Rangga chewed again mango.why is this mango so delicious? he said in his heart. his mango that is really good or his self that is cravings so the mango becomes very tasty?.

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