The Mr. Bucin

The Bucin 40

The debate ends with Dawn carrying Rara in her back seat, and Rania herself with her matic motorbike. Dawn and Rara accompany Rania to the woman's house first, after which Fajar takes Rara to the Hospital.

Rara clung to the jeans that Dawn wore, honestly her heart dag dif dug alone with a man like this.

"Eh," Rara was surprised when Dawn took her hand and placed it on her stomach, on the back of Rara's hand gently pat and said, "there's no Rania here, so don't be ashamed."

Rara just kept quiet did not say, from earlier actually she also wanted to hold on like this, but she was embarrassed. Her phone rang, Rara slapped Fajar's shoulder gently after pulling her right hand. Dawn pulled over, Rara got down and took her phone, and smiled.

"Yes" answered Rara as soon as the phone was connected.

"Sir Raraaaaaa!!!!!" the sound of a cry sounds deafening Rara's eardrum, the reflex of the hand that grasps the phone away from her ear, in the rubbing of the ear that immediately buzzed.

"Ria, why are you screaming?" rara asked patiently, sounding annoyed from there.

"Sister Rara hunted here, dad ngrepotin mulu!" after Rara, Rara looked at Fajar who was also looking at her.

"Yes, this is the new brother on the way there, you call instead," said Rara slowly, facing his sister should be with extra patience, he thought.

"It's fast, but...." Riana paused her speech, Rara throttled.

"Yes, what do you want to eat?" rara asked directly, sounding a ruckus from there.

"Sir, if there is rice field, Ria would like to kok, hihihih," said Riana from across and then giggled.

"If there is no fried rice is also not papa, sister," added Riana again, Rara nodded in understanding.

"Yes already, sister find it first. Now you take care of me," Rara said, again Ria chuckled.

"Don't forget to drink his iced orange yes, sister," the phone directly turned off unilaterally, Rara degrades annoyed at her sister's behavior.

"Ria?" ask Fajar as soon as Rara gets in front of the Dawn bike, the woman nods.

"Know the place where the rice seller Padang or fried rice is good plus cheap not?" rara asked as she looked at the bead of Dawn's eyes, it was black, but not thick.

"I'll get anter there first," Rara nodded obediently then sat in the back seat, the motorbike they were riding past Padang Restaurant, in front of him there was a fried rice seller.

Fajar stopped his motorbike a little far from the Padang Restaurant and the fried rice seller, Fajar's head turned to look at Rara who was staring ahead.

"Who do you want, Padang or fried rice?" haggard Dawn, Rara scratched her brow confused.

"Yes already bought two of them," answered Rara finally, Fajar nodded and turned his motor towards the fried rice seller, asking Rara to come down and wait inside.

"What do you want?" Rara was confused by the question of Dawn, not fried rice has eggs and crackers, why still ask.

"Ra, the rice Padang want what side dish, let me be the opposite. You just wait here?" Rara smiled and replied, "fried egg, on the green sambel," Fajar nodded and half ran to the other side, where the Padang Restaurant was located.

"Sit down first, Ma'am," a young man thrusting a plastic chair at Rara, Rara accepted and thanked her.

"That's his girlfriend, Ma'am?" asked the father of the fried rice seller, his hands were busy stirring vegetables and capcay. Rara is confused as to what to answer.

"If his girlfriend, in good care mbak, and means mbak mbak including lucky girl. Rarely does a guy want to go to the House Dining rich that," timpal mas-mas who was thrusting a plastic chair at Rara.

The mas prepared a plate, and the father poured the kuah capcay into the plate. Then given a pickle, Rara suddenly wiped the corner of her lips. The sight in front of him was really tempting to his appetite.

Happy reading my friend, thank you for reading my spare change. Not stopping to remember right, keep your health and hopefully fast smoothly.