The Father Of My Children
THE FOMC 16
"Miss Amel was out a few minutes ago Sir," explained Arya who already knew the meaning of Azka's gaze on the door of Amel's study.
Azka who heard that also rushed to the parking lot. Amel, who was waiting for Azka, chose to sit crouching in the parking lot.
"It's been a long wait, huh?" azka asked suddenly, who was already standing in front of Amel.
You reckon? You know, no, this worm in my stomach has been protesting from earlier because it's waiting for you. My meal was delayed because of you. Amel sat in his heart.
Amel stood up from his seat and gave half his smile to Azka. "Eh, not really, sir." Lying Amel.
Kruukk .. kruukk .
"In fact your stomach is more honest than your mouth" Azka sneered.
"Hehehe," kekeh Amel.
"Come with me!" exclamation Azka.
Azka walked towards her black lamborghini followed by Amel who followed her from behind. After arriving near the car.
"Deed sir, are we using this car?" amel paused for a moment in disbelief.
Azka stop. "Continue?" tanya Azka flat.
"How about I just use my bike?" amel gave advice.
"You're not sick, are you?" azka asked in wonder as if she did not believe the advice Amel gave.
Azka Pratama Abraham was invited to ride a motorcycle. Want to put where my handsome face is, huh. Azka protests in my heart.
"What's wrong, sir?" said Amel polo. Amel was just aware of what he was saying.
Oh gosh. I forgot he was a president. Where would he ride a motorcycle, butut anyway," inward Amel patted his eel slowly.
"Sorry Sir. I forgot!" amel cengengesan.
"Yes is up! Want to go to eat, must be complicated," said Azka flat.
Azka got into her car and sat in the driver's seat while Amel went in and sat in the back seat.
"Hey, what are you doing?" azka. Azka widened her eyes glancing at Amel from the rearview mirror.
"Sit down sir" he said seriously looking at Azka.
"Sit in front! What do you think I'm your driver!" azka firm.
"Once in a while, sir, be a good-looking driver!" said Amel who had not moved down.
"Just kid you, get down!" said Azka a little snapping.
"Yes sir, do not have to be hard, too kale," said Amel. Amel hurried down the moving seat beside Azka.
Amel put on a seatbelt but could not as well. Azka, who saw Amel having trouble fitting a seat belt, grabbed the seat belt from Amel's hand and put it on.
"Just put the seatbelt on for a long time" when Azka looked at Amel's face.
"Ma-I'm sorry sir, the end is difficult," said Amel looking at Azka's face.
The deg!
Both hearts were beating very fast. The two of them looked almost a minute and were shocked by Amel's stomach.
Krukk .. krukk .
"Tuh, take care of your worms that have been protesting," said Azka furrowed her eyebrows.
"Bapa! Over time, this must be it," said Amel annoyed.
"You're starting to be brave just like me?" gertak Azka's.
"Yes, sir. Sorry," said Amel.
Azka's Lamborghini is hurtling down an urban road. Amel just silently turned his face out the window.
"Why are you quiet?" tanya Azka broke the silence.
"Because I've been very, very, very hungry sir and now I'm almost K.O." Amel turned his face towards Azka who was driving, after which turned his face back out the window.
Huh, so that person is not as cold as Bongkahan Es dong! amel's words in the heart.
Azka who glanced at Amel at a glance, saw Amel just looking out the window.
"Yes, you just choose the place we will singahi to eat. I'll buy it later, how?" persuade Azka flatly, as if knowing that Amel was sulking.
"What's really, sir? You're not kidding me, are you?" amel asked glitteringly looking at Azka.
"What do I look like?" instead of answering Amel's question, Azka asked back.
"Eh no sir. I was just surprised by the same Father. But, really sir, you want me to eat at the place I specify?" amel asked with a sweet smile.
"Mother just calm down. The place I recommend is very cheap and does not drain the pockets of the Father" said Amel chuckling.
"But really, sir?" ask Amel again.
"Don't let me pull my words out of here" Azka threatened.
"Ja-Don't dong sir. Okay-okay I've chosen the place. But I promise I can't refuse, huh?"
"Yes. I won't lick my own spit."
"In front of the left turn there is a street vendor sales place Pak. Well, let's just stop there, sir!" amel said seriously.
Did I not hear wrong?" inner Azka.
"You seriously eat there?" asked Azka expressionlessly.
"Yes sir, why? I really want Pak to eat there," said Amel with sparkling eyes.
"Mother himself promised, right? So you cannot lick your own saliva" said Amel reminded Azka of what Azka said.
Smart to record too, huh you? inner Azka.
Finally they arrived at the area where the street vendors were selling. Azka luxury cars became the center of attention of visitors at the place. Azka parked her car in a place that is not prohibited from parking.
"Let's get down sir!" exclaiming Amel.
"Just a second!" Azka took her sunglasses and put them on.
"Have you, sir? Let's get down!" amel said impatiently. Amel removed his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Azka's inner spirit follows Amel down from the car.
"Hey, look there! Rarely do rich people eat in a place like this" whispered one of the visitors. Other visitors just want to.
Azka who had gotten out of her car did not flinch to walk.
My whole life was my first time eating in a place like this. This will be the first time I have set foot here. Azka what happened to you?" inner Azka.
Azka painstakingly gulped down her saliva looking doubt and regret on her handsome face. Amel, who saw Azka daydreaming and unmoved from her place, immediately approached her and pulled Azka's wrist.
"Let's go sir! Don't just talk!" amel told Azka to enter the simple stall.
"Well." Azka was devastated by the accidental touch that Amel gave her.
Azka simply followed Amel, enjoying the touch of Amel's hand on her wrist. Azka who saw him slightly raised a faint smile on her lips.
Amel led Azka into one of the meatball stalls. Amel chose a place that no other visitors in it. Amel was afraid Azka was uncomfortable being inside if there were other visitors, because seeing the gazes of the visitors as they got off the car made Azka a bit uncomfortable.
After they sit down. "Bang, the meat is 2 and the iced tea is 2, yes!" amel is friendly.
"Okay Neng" said the merchant smiling.
"Sir, is it okay to eat in a place like this?" amel asked who saw Azka pensive.
Azka was silent because Amel had not yet released his hand. Amel who was aware of what was done by him instantly as fast as lightning released his hand grip from Azka's hand.
"Ma-I'm sorry sir," said Amel smilingly showing his white teeth.
"I'm impatient because the worms in my stomach have been protesting, sir. Hehe," he continued smiling awkwardly.
"Yes. It's okay" Azka said casually.
Want to hold everything you want is also okay, inner Azka.
She was cruel indeed, but so far she has been quite kind to me, Amel's inner look of admiration on her face.
"The order is ready, Neng," said the merchant was friendly. The swords placed meatballs and tea on their tables.
"Thank you, Bang." Amel smiling.
Amel took a bowl of meatballs and began mixing the ingredients. Azka who glanced with her sunglasses was confused by what Amel did to the meatball.
"This is for you!" said Amel thrust a bowl of meatballs in front of Azka. Amel then took a meatball bowl for himself and mixed the ingredients. After that, Amel ate it voraciously.
Amel saw Azka had not eaten. "Eat it Sir. Guaranteed good and certainly no poison in it," said Amel with a mouth full of food. Amel raised his hand showing his thumb a sign that the meatball was indeed very tasty.
Amel who saw Azka there was no movement to eat the meat, took the initiative to take a fork and directly stab at the circle of meatballs in the bowl of Azka. After that Amel immediately prepared to feed Azka.
"Open your mouth sir. I'll bribe later. Aaaa," said Amel thrusting meatballs into Azka's mouth. Azka reflexively opens her mouth and eats the meatballs that Amel feeds.
Hm .. delicious, inner Azka.
Azka enjoyed every meatball chew in her mouth.
"Enak, right, sir? Now eat it yourself!" amel. Amel put the fork back into Azka's bowl and continued to eat it again.
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