Trapped in the Love of Princess Friend
Bag. 5 Take lunch
As Diana expected, Cindy came back the next day. However, this time he bought 20 liters of cooking oil.
"How much is mba ?" ask Cindy.
"Four hundred thousand." replied Diana.
"This MBA. Make trouble with me again. Already, call Sam Om." Cindy said.
Reluctant to make a lot of people, Diana called Sam.
"Nih Om, Cindy bought 20 liters of cooking oil. So it's 400 grand in total" Diana reported.
"Two hundred thousand. The price is the same, right ?" timpal Cindy's.
Sam remained silent. Between loss or loss of a beautiful subscription.
"Eh" said Sam.
"It's still the same as yesterday. Here'smoney. Thanks to you Om. Da da !" the word Cindy didn't give Sam the slightest chance to answer Cindy's question. While carrying the cooking oil that Cindy bought away and disappeared.
" Da da !" diana replied because Sam was silent.
"Da da beautiful. Buy here again tomorrow, right ? There's still a lot of stuff. Don't forget to bring her sweet smile." Diana replied with a sneer.
Sam glanced at Diana with a sharp look. Fearful Diana also got such eye gazes. Finally choose silence.
Not long after a woman came to buy cooking oil. Diana was about to get the cooking oil stock inside the warehouse. But Sam suddenly said, "Sorry ma'am, our cooking oil has been bought earlier. Again sorry ma'am."
"Well, yes" said the buyer's mother disappointed.
"Yes ma'am, in borong same beautiful angel." ledek Diana once again. Suddenly a paper slid towards Diana.
"Ngledek again, later the hammer slid" Sam said as he went inside.
Diana undoes her intention of taking stock of oil inside. He understood what Sam meant.
"Calm down, Om. Tomorrow if it comes again let Dian face it." said Dian.
Sam breathed deeply. Relieved.
"Om like Cindy, right ?" diana asked full of questions.
"Ah, no." replied Sam trying to dodge.
"The look of Om's attitude. Really attention. The girl is pretty too. Sexy." said Diana nyerocos did not stop.
"It's still pretty you Yan." praise Sam.
Diana remained silent. Blushed shame. Her face blushed.
"Why can you give different prices to Cindy ?" ask Diana.
"It was to please him. Because his son can .. "said Sam who did not continue his last word.
"Beautiful, right ?" sahut Diana's.
""Om only useful."
Sam did not reply to Dian's comment.
A buyer came again. This time it's handsome. Mighty. Similar to korean artists. Name's Janson.
"Hello Yan !" greet Janson who directly approached Dian. Sam's existence is not considered at all.
"Hello also Son ! Um tumben nih, usually the shopping mom ?" ask Dian. Turns out Janson's mom was a subscription at Sam's store. Janson's mom has a restaurant. Not too far from the store where Sam was selling.
"Mother goes straight to the restaurant. So I'm here." said Janson, whose eyes didn't want to leave Dian.
"Oh that. So you're the one who bothered to the market huh ?" continued Dian.
"Ah, don't bother. I want to see a pretty girl." said Janson.
"Ehem ehm's. Hmm." Sam's dehem voice was deliberately hardened.
"Why old man. Coughing should rest at home no need to work anymore. Let us young people work" said Janson. Sam nodded at those words.
"What ? Old man ?" spray Sam in the heart.
Diana smiled amusedly.
"It's Son, the groceries are already" Diana said.
"Gee. Thank you." said Janson while paying for the groceries she bought.
Diana gave Janson the change.
"It is not necessary. Just do it for you." replied Janson.
"Ouch. Thank you Son. You are so kind." said Diana as she glanced at Sam.
"Look at this pay even more. Don't ask for a discount for kayaking Om's idol girl." Diana's inner.
"Oh yeah. Lunch at my restaurant, huh ? I'll pick you up." take Janson.
"Oh. Don't know later." replied Dian stammered.
"Let's Yan" said Janson.
"Yes ! Yes !" answer Dian.
The shop was back. No more buyers coming. Dian had just seen Sam pout.
"Ah, what is this. Did I do anything wrong." Diana.
All were answered by noon. Sam started closing his shop.
"Lho Om's. How do you want to close ?" ask Diana in astonishment.
"Can have lunch. Eat well at the restaurant." replied Sam nyindir with lips nyinyir.
Diana felt with the insinuation.
"Janson was just kidding. Besides Dian does not want to eat in Janson's stall." said Dian.
"Yan Restaurant ! Restaurants. Not warung. The food is good. I also eat there often." - Sam chimps in a fierce tone.
"Yes a restaurant." said Dian Lirih.
"Yes get ready there. And pretty dandan. A moment the song was picked up by Arjuna" said Sam.
"Om not allowing ?" ask Diana slowly.
"Sure ! Please !" sam answered a little.
Diana was confused by Sam's attitude.
"Diana's coming home" Diana told Sam.
"Lho didn't go to lunch with Janson ?" ask Sam.
"No." Diana replied.
Hearing that answer Sam reopened the doors of the store that had been closed.
"Kok opened again Om ? Not going home ?" ask Diana in astonishment.
"Not so. You will not be lunch." replied Sam kalem.
"Oh." Diana replied as she nodded her head.
"You guard the shop, huh ? I buy food first. Dian peking what to eat ?" said Sam.
"Whatever you want." answered Dian lightly.
Diana did not understand Sam's attitude at all. Closing the store, opening the store soon.
"What's wrong with Sam ?" inner Diana.
Sam went to get lunch. Not long after Janson came.
"Yin. Lunch is !" take Janson to Diana.
"I'm sorry I can't. I'm guarding the shop." Diana refused,
"Where is the old man ? Is there no ?" ask Janson about Sam.
"First out." replied Diana.
"Ouch. Oh, I have an idea." Janson said next.
"Wait a minute" said Janson running away from Sam's shop.
Diana was just watching.
Not long after Jason came back with a package of food. Turns out Janson took food from her restaurant.
"Let's go Yan, we'll eat together" Janson said as she divided the food for Dian and herself.
"Just two packs. Well, then Sam's gonna sew again." Diana's inner.
"You used to eat, I'm waiting for Sam" Diana subtly refused.
"Why wait for the old man ?" ask Janson back.
"So Sam bought food for me and Om. I ate first." Diana explained.
"You eat first !" pinta Diana's.
"Yes. Not happy dong. I came here to eat with you" said Janson disappointed.
"I'm sorry." whispered Diana.
