The Love of Alenna

Chapter 55

Auto grin the horse, that's what Rangga did. While continuing to pay attention to the astonished look of the fried rice seller, Rangga laughed lightly to cover up the awkwardness. Rangga was well aware that his order was unnatural, even though the bad news was just a request about rubber bands. However, Rangga still conveyed the order in accordance with what Alenna wanted.

“Telur bleploknya cow's eye, right, Bang? Not crocodile eyes?” asked the fried rice seller, thinking Rangga was joking.

“Ya no, dong. Eggs clap yes cow eyes, yes crocodile eyes. This is just something.” Rangga chuckles.

“Abang there-just. The packaging period is decorated rubber band packing ekecing arrangement. What is ekecing?” The fried rice seller kept asking.

“Ah, This time does not know ekecing? Ekecing it attracts attention,” explained Rangga.

Vero suddenly cleared his throat. Only once, but enough to make the chatter Rangga and the fried rice seller stopped.

“Eye catching.” Vero calls it proper English.

The fried rice seller immediately understood the mangosteen. It turns out that what Rangga meant by ekecing is eye catching.

“If my eye catching knows what it means, Bang. This handsome brother is there-just use call ekecing all. Uh, the rubber band's just a prank, isn't it, Bang?” The fried rice seller still thinks Rangga is joking.

“Who else is prank anyway, Mas? I was serious about that. Time innocent face kayak gini likes to prank anyway.” Little did not accept.

Seeing the seriousness on Rangga's face, the fried rice seller finally believed it. Instantly the brother of the fried rice seller scratched his head.

“So not prank, yes Bang?”

“Ya. Please make it as I mentioned earlier yes, Mas. My wife is cravings again, nih!”

“Oalah. His wife again cravings. Good thing just ask for a rubber band in a packet of fried rice. Try if you ask for a cart of fried rice in gelatin rubber, surely this brother is more confused.”

“Nona Alenna is asking for just that, Mister?” ask Satria.

“Iya, that's it, really. That's why I bought it straight away. I also don't know if my wife is craving or me.”

“Please obey, Sir. Rubber bracelets are easy to get,” advice Satria.

Vero only watched the chatter, while the fried rice salesman increasingly caught the seriousness of the order.

“Terds this so what not, Bang?”

“Yes so, dong. Please yes, Mas!”

“Maap-maap time, Bang. But in my shop the fried rice package does not use a rubber band. This I pack stapler.”

Disappointed to hear it.

“Please make your order fried rice only. Rubber bracelet let me take care of it.” Satria volunteered to help. However Satria is Alenna's secretary in the office. It's getting used to Satria helping Alenna.

The fried rice seller immediately made an order. Same with the orders of Vero and Satria.

“Thank you very much yes, Sat. You are indeed a reliable secretary,” praise Rangga.

Satria just looked down as unruly as usual. The smile on his face was also blotted out. For Satria, Alenna's request was so easy to realize. What is not available is a rubber band. It was so easy for him to get.

“Sat, you still have a crush on Alenna, huh?” Vero whispered as soon as Satria was about to head for the car to buy a rubber band at a nearby stall.

“Master Vero forgot that Miss Alenna already has a husband as good as Mr Rangga?”

“But you're his ex-love, Sat.”

“I am indeed an ex, but I do not want to repeat the error.” Satria.

“Good then,” says Vero.

Satria instead of ending the conversation, was provoked by Vero's words and expressions.

“What are you planning on doing with Miss Alenna?” Satria omitted the title of Tuan for catching suspicious gelagat.

“Not much plan, really. Just one plan,” said Vero lightly.

Satria became more interested in Vero's confession. Instantly Satria sharpens his intuition and focuses on Vero.

“Don't try to snatch Miss Alenna's love from Mr. Rangga.” Satria poses a threat.

“Who wants to snatch anyway. Relax again. Already there set out find rubber bands.”

Satria does not want to linger over Vero. Although Vero has been undergoing good guidance with Barra, but Satria is very confident that Vero does not hesitate to have unexpected plans. That instant also Satria intends to keep an eye on Vero for the good of Alenna.

I'm not gonna take Alenna's love. Instead, I'm gonna wait for Alenna to be a widow, just get married. Inner Vero.

“Alhamdulillaah, this pregnant woman's blessing. Matur nuwun, Mas. I pray the sale is in demand.”

“Takan pray also his wife does not crave anything, Bang!” sahut the fried rice seller.

Just when Rangga was praying the brother, Satria came while carrying a rubber band. Quickly applied Alenna's request in two packs. Getting done with it, Rangga thanked him, quickly returned to his apartment again.

"Why is Mr Vero's smile?" Satria approached Vero as Rangga left.

"It's okay. Thank you for helping to fulfill the wishes of my second wife, ", said Vero.

Satria's eyes immediately glanced at Vero. A sharp glint of the eye signifies a lack of reliance in speech.

"You're in my custody, Mr. Arvero Dewanggi!"

"Whatever. I like to be watched. I'm ahead, Satria. Keep Alenna in her office for me. Bye!" Vero.

Satria's eye-light still implies dislike. Satria will really keep an eye on Vero so as not to dare mess with Alenna.

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Rangga's steps are so light to the apartment elevator. His face looked happy while carrying a pack of fried rice in hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Alenna Darling. Ekecing fried rice is coming." Rangga.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas. Let's go eat."

Seeing the face of the wife who was so carefree, Rangga followed happily. Moreover, his strange request succeeded in obedience.

"Thank you, yes. Mas Rangga called the fried rice what?"

"Nasi goreng ekecing. After all I can't speak English," I'm Rangga.

Alenna smiled kindly. The hand of my beloved husband.

"No problem, Mom. Let's go eat. Mas Rangga ate oseng, I ate fried rice."

"Loh, I thought the other fried rice was for me." Rangga scratching his head.

"This is for Mas Rangga, really."

"When do you eat it?"

"Middle of the night. I must have woken up, really. I want to see Mas Rangga eat a lot tonight."

"Dwoooh! You're doing it again, aren't you?"

Alenna auto pouting. His hands crossed, then looked at Rangga with clinging.

"That's so bad Mas Rangga said that. I just want to see Mas Rangga eat a lot so not skinny like me. If Mas Rangga object I order dinner-night, yaudah!" Alenna threw away her face.

Rangga. Confused to face the attitude of Alenna who suddenly snagged. Very childish indeed, but Rangga so unpleasant to ignore.

"Yes, deh. Mas want. But I'll eat, yeah?"

"At least I saw doang. Mas Rangga's the one to spend," Alenna pinta with her sweet smile.

There's no other choice. Rangga chose to obey.

"Wash your hands first, Mommy." Alenna.

Rangga's steps led him to the sink. Only Rangga's smartphone vibrates once the step has reached the sink. Rangga chose to check the sender of the message first before washing his hands.

"Andin?"

The one who sent the message was Andin.

I have something to talk to Mas Rangga about. Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon meet me at the cafe of the star of Kejora. Please, don't tell Miss Alenna.

Deg-degan. That's how Rangga feels. There was a fear to say yes, but Rangga was so curious about what to talk about. By first weighing, in the end Rangga replied to Andin's message with the ability to come.

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