Trapped in Love Sikumbang Night

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Dara did not answer and dragged Arkan in front of the seller.

"How much is a kilo, ma'am?" ask Dara.

"Twelve thousand, Neng?" answer the seller.

"Two kilos yes, ma'am."

"okay."

Arkan held back a laugh, not expecting her sad woman and as beautiful as Dara liked the stinging mingled food.

"Why laugh, anything weird?" Dara manyun's. But he didn't care because it was his favorite food.

"No, buy a lot if you like." Arkan folded his hand observing Dara's bustle with the merchant.

Long enough shopping, Arkan took Dara to the park that Mang Tomang meant. Arkan bought two ice creams and handed one of them to Dara.

"Which one do you want?" ask Arkan. One is chocolate and the other is vanilla.

"Brown at all." Dara snatched her choice.

Dara was tempted to see Arkan tasting her seemed to belong to Arkan tastier than hers.

"God...."

"Hm?"

"Can't taster?"

"Ha, this." Arkan pointed at the ice cream in his hand.

Dara gave a small nod, her face red. He was a little embarrassed to ask for it.

"Here, take it." Arkan held out the reduced ice cream in front of Dara.

Dara's face was very happy and changed hers to Arkan.

"Yes, this is better. More challenging," Dara's colette turned her face away.

"O yes, I think that eating is more tempting," whispered Arkan ignorant.

Dara turned and hit Arkan's face.

He pulled his face and just scratched his head.

Arkan rubbed Dara's head and clasped Dara's hand leaving the place.

Until the second house in busy cooking in the kitchen. Arkan intervened so that their work would be over quickly.

Seeing Dara rubbing her sweat, Arkan swiftly took over.

"Let me, you make the seasoning" Arkan said.

"okay."

Dara grinds some spices that have been cleaned on a round object from the unique stone until soft.

It should be in a blender but the cookware there is only potluck and it takes extra time and effort.

About an hour and a half struggling in the kitchen finally Sambel jengkol, fried fish and Sambel tomatoes are ready.

"That's good to see from the appearance," said Arkan gulped his saliva.

"What are you waiting for, let's eat!" Dara pulled the chair and took Arkan first.

"Try it first, dear Lord," Dara's tease was no less clever joking.

"Okay, Miss Beautiful. I can't wait, you" Arkan replied.

Arkan put in a spoon full of her mouth, he did not expect the dish was very delicious.

"Hows it? is there anything less?"

Arkan was speechless and just brandished the round circle of his thumb and index finger.

"Good, it means that my cooking is worth enjoying" said Dara satisfied.

"Dream wife," praise Arkan happy.

"Yes? may the one who marries me one day have no regrets, Aamiin."

"Aamiin" Arkan added.

A week has passed the money that Arkan brought began to thin out. He would not have been able to rely on it continuously without any work in that place.

busy in confusion, Bi Lisa came with a panicked face.

"Jun, please Auntie!" he screamed with breath gasping.

"Why, Bi?" ask Arkan curiously.

"That's Mamang Tomang he said the accident in front of your market is susulin gih, this is the key to the neighboring motorbike. You just take it."

Bi Lisa hands the keys to Arkan's motorcycle.

"Why Bi?" sahut Dara's. He had just finished drying clothes in the back of the house.