The Mr. Bucin

The Bucin 41

Rara looked up when she felt her bangs on the swab, "You?" haggling Dawn while pointing at the capcay kuah that he had just seen. Rara just threw a smile and shook her head.

"Sir, capcay kuah dua, here's a meal. Drink his iced orange," Dawn order on the father who was cooking paklay, the father nodded.

"Come, just sit there," Dawn pointed to a mat containing several couples enjoying fried rice and fried capcay. Rara stood up and followed Fajar, Fajar patting slowly on the next mat.

"Sit here, it's clean," said Fajar who made Rara smile, a few minutes of drinks came, the mas said, "10 minutes more is finished, Ma'am." Rara and Dawn nodded.

"Where was the request I made?" Rara looked back at Fajar, her forehead shriveling in confusion, Dawn looked misbehavior.

"So you don't want to be my girlfriend," said Fajar slowly, his right hand grabbed Rara's fingers and then grasped her, Rara felt the cold hand of Dawn. The effect is already night Rara thought plainly.

"Emmh.." Rara's phone rang, Rara pulled her hand that was in the hand of Dawn.

(Assalamualaikum, Ra. What are you going in tomorrow? Can I drive you again? Kak Fandi) the message sent on Rara's phone. Rara glanced at Fajar who was looking down, squeezing his own fingers. Jemari Rara moves agilely on the screen of her phone.

(Think, brother. Rara can set out on her own) the answer Rara sent, ticking two instantly gray turns blue.

(You didn't take me, Ra. Let us be closer, are we not in a match. So let me get to know you more, my future wife,) the answer from sister Fandi, Rara clenched her lips together.

(So I asked your number to your sister, at first she didn't want love. But at the same insistence your father finally he wants, he he he) messages that come in again in the green application owned by Rara.

"Thank you, Mas" said Rara and Fajar at the same time, smiling in response to their thanks.

Rara cut the small green chili that was prepared on the plate, stirring until all was mixed. Then scoop it up and blow it away for a while.

"Non't you, Ra?" asked Fajar who had not scooped at all, Rara nodded while giving her two thumbs, while her mouth was busy chewing and opening then closing, a sign that she was a little hot.

Back Rara scoops and devours her, Dawn smiled as she rubbed gently and affectionately on Rara's head. "Slowly," said Fajar, who was horrified to see Rara eating, as if she was not paused and did not know the heat. His hands occasionally fanned his mouth.

"I'm like someone who's never eaten?" rara asked after her mouth was empty and pressed down after her orange ice. Dawn shook her head as her mouth was busy chewing.

"I love to see you're rich, not jaim. Usually girls if they eat with a shy guy," replied Fajar who also had sipped his orange ice.

"You want to add another capcay?" haggard Fajar who saw the plate Rara stayed a little, Rara smiled and then shook her head.

"Es aja," answered Rara, Fajar called mas-mas who had delivered their order was passing by carrying a new young drink. Five minutes later the mas-mas bring orange ice Rara orders, Rara clucked when her phone rang.

His lips pouted when he knew who was calling him.

Who called Rara? Keep following my spare time, buddy.