The Gold urn Changed my Destiny
Ordering Food
Qiram tasted all the food, including satay bought by Lil O.
He didn't eat that much food, just tasted it one spoonful of joints every meal. ‘I hope, taste it a spoon like this, can count as a task, if eat one plate, my stomach can explode, although I usually like to eat, but not this much as well.’ muttered Qiram.
Hafisa and Lil O glanced at Qiram, feeling strange.
“Are you heartbroken?” tanya Hafisa slowly looked at Qiram.
“Hah? Me? Broken heart?” Qiram asked back.
“Yes, you look like someone who is heartbroken by being decided, or your boyfriend caught cheating. You eat a lot like that.” explained Hafisa pointed to food.
“Ahahaha!” Qiram laughed out loud.
Yes, in his past life, he was like that. But if he isn't like that anymore!
Qiram who is now a man who is thinking ahead for the future to be rich and do not want to be stepped on again his pride because of poor.
“I'm not that stupid, Miss. If you break up, just break up. If cheating, it means he is a bad man, there are many other humans. He did not deserve to be the one who filled my heart.” Qiram replied seriously, he stopped his laughter, his gaze straight ahead, was drifting into the harsh reality of his past life.
“Oh, I see, good then. I was worried. I thought, you fought with your lover because of me.” Omit Hafisa.
Qiram and Lil O both turned to look at the sad-faced Hafisa.
“Nona, I am single, before and after meeting you, I am also single. I brought you here on my own, too, so don't be shy, Miss. Do not let you think too much, so burden the baby in your stomach later.” explained Qiram.
“Oh, yes. We're going to the clinic tomorrow, yeah! Check the baby, see his development and growth.”
“Iya.” Hafisa nodded, his chest suddenly thumping at Qiram's invitation.
After tasting some food, Qiram played hp, sitting on the white ceramic floor. Their house was still empty, only some of the moving equipment that was purchased by them. Even the mattresses they gave to Hafisa, while Lil O and Qiram only slept on mats.
Lil O also sat beside Qiram leaning against the wall.
“Qiram, where are we clowns? The field was yesterday, far from here. If you use that car, it's too flashy. Masa, clowns use cool cars, not funny!” lil O.
“Let's think again Lil, now mending we think and discuss home tools that want to be purchased. Home so big, but empty springing.” said Qiram. “Oh, yes, our money to be a clown how much?” ask Qiram.
“15 million.” replied Lil O.
“Loh, how much?!”
“Yes, I don't want to share it, rent a motel and eat always you pay, of course I don't want to take my share. Ak-”
“Tap-” Qiram wants to cut Lil O's speech, but Lil O cuts back.
“No, Qiram! I don't you hear any excuses. That 15 million, we buy for these house tools and I will also help you pay the debt of the house as well.” Lil O patted Qiram's shoulder.
“Haaaah!” Qiram sighed. “Alright, if you have said so, I cannot say any more.” said Qiram. Yes, this is how his best friend, Lil O is indeed a good man, in his previous life he was also the best.
“I'm hungry again, I order food again, ah!” exclaim Qiram.
“But, I want this one, I wonder how it feels.” replied Qiram.
“Qiram, you cannot be royal like this, we must pay the debt to buy this house.” stressed Lil O.
“Yes, I know, I'm just going to splurge on some food these days. When else do we have fun and taste good food!”
“Ta-” Lil O was about to talk, but stopped because Qiram was cheering on Hafisa.
“Nona Hafisa, do you want to eat something? Like fruit salad?”
Hafisa who was sitting not far from them nodded. “Alright, I will order a fruit salad for you.” replied Qiram. “Then, what do you want, Lil?” qiram asked looking at Lil O.
“I'm full. I don't want anything.” says Lil O.
“You are! I'll just order you a tarpaulin noodle, yes!” lil O.
Before long, the food arrived, Lil O ordered more than 25 boxes of food for himself, then noodles for tarempa, grilled meatballs for Lil O. As for Hafisa is just a fruit salad.
“Can you spend this much food? It will be redundant!” lil O's.
“Exit, 'the box is small, 8 this box is just pudding, once suction is exhausted. This one is just chicken wings and a claw.” point Qiram at the meal.
“This one, chicken with small portions!” Qiram showed a wide variety of food on Qiram and Hafisa, there is butter chicken, soy sauce chicken, sweet sour chicken, flour chicken and others.
“You can taste it too. But, you should not eat much yes, not good as the health of your baby.” said Qiram, he stroked Hafisa's stomach.
The deg! Hafisa's heart was beating strongly. Qiram used to touch Hafisa's stomach, he only worried about the baby in Hafisa's stomach. However, Hafisa was not fine, his chest was pounding, his cheeks and ears were flushed.
Lil O sighed, then understood Qiram's attitude, all this time they had rarely eaten well. So, naturally, if his best friend wants to feel a variety of good food.
The three of them tasted the food, smiling together.
Tinctong! The bell rings once again.
Lil O and Hafisa looked at Qiram who was standing.
“Don't tell me, you added ordering food, Qiram?” Instead of answering, Qiram smiled, then rushed to open the door. And sure enough, some other parcels came.
“Quiet, this food will not stale fast! It's some snacks, cookies and chocolate and fruit. I bought it in one store.” explained Qiram.
“Lain times, let me just buy this snack, it must cost more than in a regular shop.” said Lil O. Qiram only smiled faintly hearing Lil O's protest.
Hafisa also smiled looking at the attitude of Qiram and Lil O. He was overwhelmed by the friendship between the two of them.
“Welcome you have finished tasting 100 different foods, you get 10 million rupiah, enjoy it! You have to finish tasting 900 different kinds of food again!” A notification sound alerted Qiram
‘Saldo You Rp. 54.526.000,00.’
‘Waw, means just a little tasting can be counted! Ah, so much fun! Yesterday it was 41 million plus the discounted money to buy a 5 million house, then I just bought 2 million meals, so my remaining money is 54 million. Ah, if I complete the task, I will become rich.’ A small smile was painted on Qiram's face.
