The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 31. Is it a form of attention?
Chapter 31. Is it a form of attention?
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"Feelings are a form of Holy Love"
Andhira
His body suddenly choked, a natural reaction when faced with a big person like Abhimanyu.
But he was more concerned with Jodhi, a snot boy who was apparently wayward.
Letting the handsome figure who was also sitting beside the boy, join the chat.
"Why truant son?" dhira's face presented a regretful look.
Because dealing with students, who are still complete with uniforms and also that day is still school hours, but the existence of the boy in his frame at the wrong hour, is definitely not normal.
"Bored!" he said while sipping ice bubble tea, Shinta's concoction.
Dhira ventured to stare at Abhimanyu, and the man just shook his head as if representing an answer," I don't know either".
"I took a shower and Tan dong, changed clothes"
"They want to eat peck chicken" said Dhira.
"Gerah" said Jodhi pointing towards her, who was still in full uniform.
"Yes already, you go upstairs huh. Raka's room is there"
Jodhi immediately darted towards the place that has been reported, before he will devour the typical peck chicken Raka grandmother.
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"Congratulations on his new venture" Abhimanyu looked at Dhira, who looked uncomfortable.
"Thank you sir" he answered briefly, intending to leave immediately.
Abhimanyu smiled, but Dhira just looked so uncomfortable.
I don't know, he was traumatized by men.
She was not an innocent woman who did not understand the meaning of Abhimanyu's gaze.
"I went back first" he immediately stood up, then moved from there.
But he had not been able to stand, he was shocked by Shinta's voice.
"Dhir, who was about again ak.." Shinta's words yawned in the air, as soon as he saw his best friend was sitting talking to a handsome man, who was wearing formal clothes.
"It seems, he's a barker" inwardly Shinta, who scans the Abhimanyu look.
"Eh Shin, it's done" asked Dhira, as Shinta approached her.
"Udah, want to ask a little more, made now what will it be"
"Later, put it in the refrigerator first"
Shinta looked towards Abhimanyu.
"Include Shin, this is Raka's friend's parents"
"Abimanyu"
"Shinta"
They shake hands with each other.
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Since Jodhi's tongue is often spoiled with mama Raka's cooking, I don't know why he wants to again and again eat the cuisine.
But to alpaan Raka these few days, because of the match. A little bit made him really lose his mood.
A plate of Chicken Pecak ,Pindang Koyong is also a glass of orange ice jumbo. It was on the white table in front of Jodhi.
"What message do you want?" this time Shinta asked, because Dhira was busy answering her phone call.
"Same on!" hatchlings.
"Morango?" Shinta became bo doh and was not concerned, because faced with handsome and rich people, apparently can make people groggy and make themselves stupid.
Definition of amateur servant.
"Just eat it, just as rich as my son"
Shinta was silent, sure if the man will be hooked with food that will bring up an extraordinary spicy sensation later?
"Oh good sir, please wait" said Shinta, who immediately turned her body.
If Wisang and Danan now knew, an Abhimanyu Aryasatya, the owner of a star-rated hotel and restaurant, the owner of the largest manufacturing production company, was eating in a modest tavern owned by a widow, and ordered super spicy food, obviously he will be exhausted.
But Abhimanyu admitted, the food there is indeed delicious, this is really his first experience eating spicy super foods, but he was addicted.
(photo credit from google)
"Paquito dad?" jodhi asked who saw her father shrink his nose many times.
With a red face, as well as sweat grains displayed on his forehead.
"Yes Jo, but this is delicious!"
"Bad boy"
A serving of warm rice, along with chicken with a super spicy sauce pecak, like a demon. It has been slippery and toilet, gliding perfectly into Abhimanyu's stomach.
"I told you, Aunt Dhira has a touch of magic".
Abhimanyu frowned, could his nephew was joking in between himself, who was attacked by a feeling of piquancy that increasingly burned his tongue.
"Take any good"
"Try if you have a wife like Auntie Dhira, I don't have a hard time coming here every day"
"Uhuk uhuk uhuk" has not finished his suffering because of piquancy, now he must choke because of the words of Jodhi, who seemed to be without sin.
Jodhi even rolled his eyes lazy, his father was not cool to talk to. You old man!, he thought.
Abhimanyu immediately grabbed a glass of ice belonging to Jodhi, he even forgot not to anticipate the domino effect of the food.
Piquancy.
But when his sturdy hand was in the ear of the glass, there was a sound that stopped his activities.
"That's not the master" said Dhira, who was seen half-shouting.
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Apparently Dhira was making a glass of warm orange jumbo, for Abhimanyu.
When Shinta returned to the pantry, she who had just finished answering the call of one of the customers, asked her best friend.
"So what message?"
"Begging to be equated with his son"
Thira frowning, peacock chicken is a class of spicy super foods. He knows if men sometimes not too resistant to foods that have a taste too spicy.
He took the initiative to make a glass of warm orange, warm drinks can relieve burning in the mouth when consuming super spicy food.
Al results, a glass of orange ice in Shinta's hand, failed to pitch to Abhimanyu's table.
"Please" he said, giving a glass of warm orange to Abhimanyu.
He who was already in fog because he felt a spicy taste like a demon, immediately grabbed the jumbo glass.
Sipping the warm drink, until slippery and toilet.
And, tara...
Successfully, a moment later the spicy taste was reduced very significantly.
"Thank you" he told Dhira, with a sound of fireworks.
"If you eat spicy, don't drink ice!" Dhira smiled, for the sake of seeing the typical reaction of people spiciness displayed by Abhimanyu.
"Warm drinking can help ease that taste"
But Abhimanyu glanced at his son, who was busy gnawing at chicken bones, wrapped in super crazy sambel.
"Children are different from us" said Dhira, who knows the meaning of the incident in front of him.
"As old as we can take care of ourselves"
Abhimanyu was stunned, for the sake of hearing Dhira's words.
What does that mean, that glass of warm orange jumbo was a manifestation of Dhira's concern for her???
Oh my God!!!
Abhimanyu, who had not received the attention of the creature named woman, immediately felt a surge of happiness in his dark heart.
Good start no, cihaaa!!!
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