The Love of the Duda

TCSD 112: Getting Started

"Thank you so much that you're willing to witness what happened in the hallway, sir!"

While sitting on a small park bench located at the back of the hotel, the vegetable soup carrier girl was seen stretching her muscles that felt so stiff because of her busyness today. The girl seemed to take off the tired and tired that plagued her body. Not surprisingly, the wedding reception of Dewa and Mara was one of the big events, which made him so busy that he forgot to rest his body for a moment. By sitting on a park bench while enjoying the night breeze like this, the feelings will make it easier for him to be able to regain his power that is almost drained.

Krishna, who stood on his back to the girl while enjoying the small fountain pool in front of her, could only smile knots. "You don't have to thank me, because it's my duty to stand up for an innocent man. Because in reality you are innocent."

"But at least it's your presence that might keep me from getting fired from my job here. And I feel like I have to thank you a lot."

Krisna put on a little smile even though it was not visible in the girl's eyes. "You don't have to say thank you very much. Once is enough."

"But I think it is like that. You've done something that really helps me, so it's appropriate that I say many thanks to you."

I don't know what the girl was going through. He felt indebted to the man who was standing behind him. So that only by saying a lot of gratitude, he can only be separated from the debt of gratitude.

Krisna grew stupefied at the persistence of this girl. Without permission, a bright enough idea suddenly seeped into his brain. "Rather than you say a lot of thanks that might just make your mouth foamy, you better do two things for me. With those two things, you can use to return the favor if you feel you owe me."

"What is it, sir? I will do it, because I am not used to debt of gratitude to others."

Krishna turned her body. Slowly, he swung his footsteps to get closer to the vegetable soup-carrying girl. Without further ado, Krishna landed his butt on the girl's side.

The girl was a little surprised and gasped. He was not used to sitting together with a man like this. Moreover, this man was a foreign man he had just met. Really, a position like this only makes this girl's heart beat irregularly.

Krisna curled a smile on her lips like a crescent moon at the turn of the month. Although not very visible, but when viewed carefully the man almost four heads old it has dimples in his cheekbones. It was the dimples that made the man's face look even sweeter.

Krishna sighed deeply and then slowly exhaled. "First, tell me what your name is!"

The vegetable soup carrier girl just smiled knot. It turned out that only a simple request like this was what this man wanted. The girl extended her hand. "Dark. My name is Sekar!"

Krisna welcomed the hand of the girl named Sekar and now the two are in a handshake position. "I'm Krishna. Nice to meet you!"

She could only nod her head slowly. It seemed like the girl was struck by the embarrassment of being in such a close position with the man she just met..

"Then what's the second thing I have to do to pay my debt?"

To master a little nervousness, Sekar tried to raise another discussion. He remembered that there were two things that Krisna wanted and it seemed that the girl looked so curious.

Krishna smiled back. "Before I tell you the second thing you must do, there is a question you must answer first."

"What question is Sir?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Sekar. The girl looked at Krishna's face with a difficult look to interpret. The girl seemed to think hard, what does this have to do with the second thing she had to do with the question this man asked? But in the end, Sekar shook his head.

"No, Mister. I don't have a lover!"

A short and simple but successful answer made Krishna's heart filled with the petals of romance. He felt this was a good start to get to know this girl named Sekar.

Two eyes belonging to Sekar wide. "Walk?"

Krishna nodded. "Yes, I want you to accompany me for a walk. Hows it? You don't mind, do you?"

"But...."

"Sstttt.. Don't say anything. Now give me your phone number, tomorrow I'll pick you up at your house." Krisna pulled out the phone she kept in her pants pocket. "How's your cell phone number? Let me save it on my phone."

Just breathing deeply. He gave her cell phone number to Chris. Not long after, the phone belonging to Sekar that rings. A series of numbers clearly displayed on the screen of his phone. Dahi Sekar slightly shriveled because the phone number he did not know at all.

"That's my phone number, saved yes! Tomorrow, I will tell you when you should get ready to accompany me for a walk!"

"All right, sir!"

There was nothing Krisna felt but a feeling of happiness in her heart. The first time he saw Sekar dare to oppose Dita, he felt that Sekar was one of the girls out there. The girl's courage increasingly makes the privileges that exist in her radiate clearly.

Krisna refocused on the screen of the phone that was within his grasp. His fingers danced over the screen and typed words to save Sekar's contact number. 'My soul mate', that's the name that Krisna used to store Sekar's contact number.

***

"Mas, put me down! Shame on!"

Mara was a little struggling when her husband carried her bridal style down the hallways of the hotel. Ever since coming out of the ballroom, her husband unceremoniously carried her body, which left the woman shocked to death.

"Silent Darling. Instead of you thrashing like that you better hold on tight. It can fall if you don't hold!"

"But shame on you! Look at the people who are with us. They're staring at us with a weird look!"

Mara was really embarrassed. He remembered how the gazes of the people in the same elevator looked at him. Their gazes were hard to read but success embarrassed him, very much embarrassed.

The god smiled knot. The man looks excited to step foot to the room he has booked while carrying the body of the wife who is still wrapped in this wedding dress.

"Not to be ashamed, dear. They are jealous of our feelings. So you don't think too much of a no-no."

"But Mas...."

Cup...

A kiss of God rest on the wife's thin lips. "My wife is so noisy! We'll be in the room soon. And in there later, you can continue to contain this of yours, dear. Surely noisy with****************sensual which makes our romance even more intense!"

Both of Mara's eyeballs were perfectly wide. The woman hit the chest of the husband's field. "Mas Dewaaaaaa....!!!"

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