Wanitaku Great Warrior

Meeting of ghost crab girl and raditya grandfather

The image has come home from overtime work. Mr. Aslan who went nylonong took her somewhere and it's still in the mall building where I work. When heading to that place, Mr. Aslan's hands continue to hold and occasionally want me to take off even the grip is getting tighter. It's a wonder, people, bring people not permission first I want what not to directly play the game and bring it.

Mr. Aslan walked so casually despite the pair of eyes that saw him. Yes to Mr. Aslan it's normal, but to me it's ridiculous and embarrassing. I think I made it.

"Mr Aslan please let go of my hand.I am ashamed to be seen by people" I asked Mr. Aslan.

"You can't run away again. If you have sat in front of my new feet I took off" explained Mr. Aslan firmly.

"Yes, I will not break my promise!!! suerr!'' my door while grinning.

"I can't, your smile shows anything else on your face" Aslan explained.

Finally, it has arrived on the first floor that specializes in selling various international foods, as long as you know yes... Food in this place is priced at the cheapest for five hundred thousand rupiah. That's the usual portion. I just feel sorry for the money so much just make food a few plates only. If you cook yourself it could be three weeks for a child kayak kayak my inner.

The Japanese restaurant VIP room that Mr. Aslan was heading to, the door was opened. I was amazed by the design and ornaments of the room. There are knickknacks vases and flowers, typical Japanese painting floor base table is shiny. seating is not there is this Japanese restaurant. It's like kayaking in a movie I'm my inner self.

"Sit down son Aslan, the image" a grandfather's pinta.

"Lho grandfather already knows my name" I replied rather surprised.

"Yes, you know from Aslan" Grandpa replied.

" Why still stand up, quickly sit down and Aslan quickly order the most delicious food in this place" ordered the grandfather.

I was pulled again by Mr. Aslan and told to sit next to Mr. Aslan.

"Yes, Raditya's grandfather sir, I replied spontaneously.

"No need to wear a master yes want an image" Raditya's grandfather's pinta.

"Yes Raditya's grandfather" I replied ashamed of Raditya's grandfather.

"That's dong. let's get along with grandfather" Grandpa Raditya replied casually.

Kulirik mister Aslan who just returned from a food message. The look on his face was a smile of his own, maybe his nervous illness was crumpled so his motor nerves told him to smile all the time.

We waited for a few minutes and the food came, the three of us ate while chatting and telling jokes that made Raditya grandfather and Mr. Aslan laugh freely. And in the midst of our conversation not even Raditya's grandfather or Mr. Aslan alluded to the issue of status and wealth. All we talked about was our hobbies, our likes, even things that didn't make me feel inferior.

But I was silent when grandfather started asking me how mom and dad are doing in the village.

I continued eating, but not with our conversation. For me, father and mother are just sweet memories, even though the bitterness and pain I have accumulated from them.

Mr. Aslan understood the situation, and changed the subject of our conversation. As if he knew I didn't want to talk about it. Our meal was over, Raditya's grandfather was still waiting for his driver and nuns to pick him up. But I see Raditya's grandfather only eats vegetable and fruit salads. Maybe for his health too.

Mr. Aslan said he wanted to pick up the phone, and I wrote a message on paper and I put it on the table.

"Thank you for dinner. And thank you for feeling the happiness of having a grandfather even if only half an hour. I'm saying no to you. Sorry yes"

That's what I wrote.