The Pain of being Betrayed

Go sightseeing

The relationship between Angga and me is getting better, since a misunderstanding a few days ago.

This has been a month long mas Angga work in the city of XX, as a travel driver there.

And today we plan to go sightseeing to the tourist attractions we used to visit when we first met.

I have received permission from both my parents, and here I am currently in front of the mirror looking at the face whether it looks beautiful or not, when it felt enough I went out of the room with a happy face while waiting for the arrival of the Angga mas.

Not long ago Angga came with a car owned by his boss.

After saying goodbye to my mom and dad, we left immediately.

"Well, pah please let Ara's permission out." Mas Angga's permission to my parents.

"Yes, you guys be careful, well, remember to go home for a long time" said my mother remember.

"Yes, Mah."

We also went to the tourist attractions, during the trip many things we talked about. Until it does not feel the car driven by Angga has arrived in the parking area.

We went out, and went around the tourist spot. Starting from a walk in the zoo, flower garden and last stop by briefly at the Mall.

The clock has shown the time for lunch, worms in my stomach was impatient to be given rations.

"Mas, let's go eat yuk."

"Wow, but what are we going to eat?"

"Just wrap it up Mas, let's eat it in the flower garden there, let's be romantic."

"Alright, you wait here for a moment, let me buy" said mas Angga as he passed to the rice stall padang.

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"The rice cake is one package, but the rice is double yah buk." pinta mas Angga when it was in the rice stall of the field.

"What's the patch for, son?" ask the shop owner.

"The same drum is just a bullshit buk."

"Okay, wait a minute ya." said the mother of the owner of the rice stall padang while wrapping the rice according to the request of Angga mas.

Before long the order was done.

"This, son." said the owner of the stall while thrusting his to Angga mas complete with his drinking water.

"How many Buk?"

"Twenty-eight thousand, son."

Mas Angga immediately poured thirty thousand dollars.

"This is Buk, just put the change into this charity box Buk." said mas Angga as he passed from the stall, and approached me.

"Sorry old."

"No Kok Mas, let's get flowers now."

We chose to sit down under a shady wooden tree, with a gentle breeze. Mas Angga opened his rice package, wow really upload my taste.

We ate right away, let's just say we're eating a plate together right now, hehe.

After finishing eating and taking a short break, we continued to the market where people sold souvenirs, and as usual I bought some kind of special cake there, not to forget also 'karupuak sanjai balado' people's favorite house.

"Mas, which one do you want?"

"Any love" replied Angga who just followed me from behind.

Feeling all that was enough, I paid for all the groceries at the cashier.

"Yuk, my mother."

"Here, let me take it." said Mas Angga while taking over all the things I tenteng.

We walked to where the car was parked, because it was approaching the afternoon and remembered my mother's message telling me to go home quickly.

"Thank you for today, baby." said Mas Angga who is currently in the car.

"Yes, Same Mas, next time we walk again yuk."

"Okay, ready! But isn't it as good as we're getting married right away baby, honestly moments like this are so hard for me to part with you."

"Mas, I have absolutely no objection to Mas's intentions, just how about the cost later Mas."

"Usually for a wedding event how much does it cost."

"I don't understand that kind of business."

"Five million is quite a yes."

"I think that for his wedding alone it was more than enough Mas, but later let me ask first with mama ya Mas."

"Well, let me know later dear, if for example enough with that money, as soon as I'll come propose to you."

"Seriously you are? Where's that much money?"

"You take it easy don't think well, let it be my business."

"Well, I'm waiting for your arrival at home to propose to me, Mas.".I said with a happy smile to hear the narration of Angga mas, honestly I also want this.

We finally got home safely.

Mas Angga went straight back to the city of XX, afraid that stopping by later could be late until his.

I went to my mom who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Well, this is what I brought for Mama."

"Not a lot of them, son??"

"In the same share aja neighbors Mah, was a mas Angga who buyin."

"I went to the room first, Mah. Want to change clothes first." pamit me and passed away my mother who was still dumbfounded to see a lot of the souvenirs I bought earlier.