The Somplak Girl belongs to Cassanova
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Arga stared at the suitcase lying in the corner of the room. In an hour, he had to go to the airport. A sense of reluctance increasingly enveloped his heart when he remembered the incident in the hospital last night. Arga's heart feels hot, but he has tried hard not to be jealous. Arga finally got up and left the apartment. At least he still had time to breathe fresh air.
The car that Arga was driving was driving. Then stop at a soto stall that is quite crowded. He wanted to enjoy the hot food before leaving for America. Since it was two weeks in the country there, she would definitely miss Indonesian food.
After the car was parked, Arga immediately looked for an empty seat. Ordering a bowl of soto with orange ice as a complement. Not a fancy food indeed, but still proven to be able to arouse the taste even if only by inhaling the aroma of spices that come out. When what was desired was presented in front of him, Arga immediately gave quite a lot of sambal.
Spooning, blowing slowly then bribing into his own mouth. He did not care despite being the center of attention, let alone the girls who were staring in admiration at him. Arga remained so relaxed enjoying his meal.
"Suk! Wait for me!"
The loud noise from the door managed to distract Arga. The man turned his head, but a few seconds later his lips chipped in annoyance at the sight of the three beautiful girls, his young lady companions, walking in a pretentious graceful style. Arga lowered his head, re-enjoying his food without caring about their arrival.
However, the spoon in Arga's hand floated in front of his mouth when the three girls were currently standing in front of him. Arga looked up slightly, then looked at the three of them one by one. Of the three girls, only Zahra looked shyly down. Zahra's attitude makes Arga remember the cartoon CD that he accidentally saw. Arga's lips smiled faintly.
"Sorry, Sir. Can we join us here?" asked Zety, venturing. Although Zahra and Margaretha knew that Zety was in a rage.
"Can't you find another seat." Arga answered casually, then drank the orange ice in front of him in a dashing style, making the three of them even more fascinated.
"There are no more empty seats, sir. Only this table has three empty seats." Margaretha. Arga circulated a glance to prove their words. But, it's true. Almost all the tables are full.
"Where, Mister?" zety asked, her smile expanding perfectly.
"Hmm." Arga refocused on his food despite starting to feel lazy. Enthusiastically, the three girls scramble to sit next to Arga.
"I hope you don't interrupt anyone's eating" Arga said. Make them all finally shut up and sit up sweetly.
When three soto bowls were presented there, Zety quickly took a small bowl of sambal. Zahra and Margaretha snorted violently at the sight.
"Awas aja if until sambel abis, I also soto soto have you, Suk!" zahra Protest. His hands were folded in front of his chest with pursed lips.
"No, I'll just take three spoons." Zety. He poured three spoons of sambal into his bowl. Suddenly, Zety hesitated.
"One more, deh," he said while giving one more spoon. "Eh, another one, I don't think it's bad yet."
"Suckin' suketi!" Margaretha was so upset, snatched the bowl from her best friend. "Tomorrow to eat here. Bring your own sambel!" Margaretha nags.
"Yes, really. You really like sambel. Poor thing, chili's expensive."
"Yes, Zae." Margaretha agreed, while Zety was just relaxed stirring the soto so that the sauce mixed evenly.
"It's a real habit, Zae. Ribet is very lively you have to deal with things that are not important rich. The seller aja sante-sante you even nagged not clear," scorned Margaretha. Zahra did not answer because she was having trouble chewing the fried food.
Arga only shook his head when he saw them. They are upset, but they also want to laugh. Moreover, seeing Zahra's cheeks are bloated because they contain fried foods.
Zahra immediately drank the iced tea in front of her for half a glass to encourage the new fry to be swallowed. Afterwards, he punched Margaretha's arm to vent his frustration.
"Markonah! You're Crazy! What if I die from a stroke? I'm not married yet, oe!" namel Zahra. Instead of being afraid, Margaretha and Zety chuckled.
"But you're not sprained, are you?" timpal Maragreta's.
"You're great, Zae. Can eat one fried without sprains. It's amazing." Zety patted Zahra's shoulder a proud sign, but her lips smiled wryly.
"Diemlah you! Since you're the one who entered the fry into my mouth, then you're the one who paid, Mar!" Zahra was still grumbling while taking the bowl of sambal. However, Zahra was silent when she did not see the slightest hint of sambal there. Really toilet.
Zahra stared back at Zety and Margaretha alternately. While the one being stared at was just a laugh. "You two are ...."
"SATURMAN!!" sahut Margaretha and Zety together, accompanied by laughter that increasingly hardened.
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good morning gaesss
Othor will be crazy update starting today, but do not be asked up what time is 😁
Anyway finished type surely Othor directly send. Nyambi in real world also 🤭
Good morning and happy activities Gaess
Have a nice day
do not forget to always take care of your health
take care of your eyes, take care of your heart
keep the contents of the wallet also 😂😂
