YUMNA AZZURA'S

214. Predicate Om Mesum

"Whatever, want this hp you have to buy me a meal. hungry than you were waiting, hot also hit the sun," said Juan cuek. his gaze was fixed on the streets that were quite crowded in front of him.

Syifa was getting upset.

I can watch Drakor!

"okay, deh. But don't go to expensive places. Syifa's monthly ration has been thinning this," Syifa said.

For the sake of hp and drakor, it's okay for him to save a little tomorrow, just snack and siomay in front of the campus, so cheap.

Juan held a slight smile on his lips. Looking from the corner of his eyes, Syifa's annoyed face.

It was also nice to see him pouting like that!

Juan kept driving his car to a place to eat.

Syifa stared in disbelief at the food in front of her. One table was full of food Juan ordered. Fried rice, fried noodles, chicken satay, potatoes, dessert, two pieces of juice and mineral water. Who will eat all this food? And again, how much money did he have to spend to pay for all this food?

"Sister, are you sure you're gonna spend this?" ask Syifa annoyed. Remember his banknotes danced to leave his wallet.

Thin. Huhu ....

Juan just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He began to take the fried rice that was in front of him, while Syifa silently looked at Juan who was starting to enjoy the food with a funny face.

"Don't eat?" ask Juan. One mouthful goes into the mouth.

"Just look at it" replied Syifa flatly. Juan smiled and then went back to enjoying the food in front of him.

Five minutes Syifa just watched the man eat without speaking, her face was enjoying the food that came to her mouth. Syifa's stomach moved, vibrated, a little voice asking for good food. Apalgi it's time for lunch.

"Rare you eating?" juan asked deliberately sipping his guava juice.

Irritated, Syifa also snatched the avocado juice that was in front of her. Suck it in a loud voice. Some of the people who were around them stared at him with a mocking look. Syifa, however, did not care. He cares more about the contents of the wallet which will soon disappear from his wallet.

Juan looked at Syifa, shaking his head. At first glance he did not believe the girl in front of him, there was no elegant attitude at all. Not expecting, the daughter of a Bima Satria Mahendra can do something disrespectful when in public places.

Syifa cuek only. He knew the meaning of Juan's current headband. It's stupid if the guy doesn't like it. It's good if Juan takes her home. He'll get his phone soon.

Juan deliberately slowed down his meal, making Syifa fold both hands out of boredom and also annoyance. His face was a little pouting. Juan knew the direction of the girl in front of him, staring into the pocket of the shirt he was wearing. There was something in Juan's jacket pocket that belonged to Syifa. Juan just kept quiet not showing up too much if he paid attention to Syifa.

"Still not eating it?" ask Syifa annoyed.

"Yes my. This alone is still not finished in half, why rush once?" ask Juan.

Syifa's fingers moved, tapping on the skin of her arms, as if counting how many seconds the man ate one mouthful to swallow it. Every now and then Syifa glanced at the watch, it had been almost fifteen minutes they were here, but this handsome man who was starting to suck in front of her was still struggling with just one meal.

How will he finish all this food? How much time does he need to spend?

Hais! Basic sucks! Grumpy Syifa. He picked up the plate of fried noodles that were in front of him and started eating greedily.

Syifa ignored the etiquette at the dinner table, the sound of the twang of spoons and forks clashing on the plate, she considered as music that flowed beautifully along with the annoying meal.

Juan gawked, staring at Syifa who had eaten like a hungry man for three days without eating. Even today, the food on Syifa's plate leaves one last mouthful.

The fork in hand, he turned it to make the rest of the fried noodles on the plate rolled up to quite large. Juan stared at the food in Syifa's hands, doubtful that the girl with the chubby cheeks would put the food in her mouth at once.

It felt like Juan wanted to pat him on the forehead when he saw Syifa doing the thing he was thinking about.

Waw! I really don't think he did that!

Syifa dishes were clean from the food, leaving a brown color due to the seasoning that made the delicious food he had just finished. Syifa picked up the tissue that was always in her bag, wiping away the remaining sweet sauce that was on the corner of her lips.

Juan kept his spoon, then leaned back, looking at Syifa whom he still did not trust.

"What's? Why look at me like that? Brother said that after eating will love me, right? Let's quickly finish the food and keep giving it mine!" syifa said, one hand looked up to ask for his cellphone.

"I haven't finished eating yet" said Juan, again the man fed the food that had just run out half the plate slowly. Intentionally for the next time.

Syifa snorted bitterly, pulled up the plate of fries that were in front of her, dipped into the sauces that were on the plate and then ate them.

Really he's like ... is he a monster?

Juan looked at Syifa, thinking how long the girl's intestines would fit into her mouth.

Syifa did not care, this is how it would be if she was made emotional like this. How much food goes into his stomach seems to just disappear. He would realize if he had reached home when he felt his stomach almost explode. Just wait for the scale number that changed the number from a few days ago.

The food on the table is over. Juan had just finished eating one plate of fried rice and its juice, while Syifa had already finished one plate of fried noodles, one plate of french fries, dessert, and a mouthful, and also avocado juice which is now only a quarter of a glass.

"Already, right? Where's?" ask Syifa. Again he raised his hand to ask for hers.

"So I said just lunch, didn't say you want to love me" Juan said casually. Hearing that, Syifa was angry because she felt cheated. He stood up grabbing the table violently. Back to the attention of some people around them.

"Basar the broken-off-promise! wasn't Brother saying he'd give me my hp? Why would you deny that?" shifa shouted furiously. No matter the environment he was in, he was still staring at himself and Juan there.

Whispers of voices began to be heard.

"Don't yell like that, aren't you ashamed of being seen by so many people?" said Juan.

"Stupid Time! If you don't want to give me that phone, I'll scream that you're a perverted Om-Om!" hiss Syifa, hoping if the man loses and gives up his cellphone.

Juan shrugged his shoulders, making Syifa even more angry.

"Everything here. Please be careful with him. Do not fall asleep and lulled with his face because he is a perverted OM-Om who does not know himself!" shouts Syifa.

Juan who heard that was a little surprised by Syifa's bravery who shouted and said such a thing.

Syifa got up from her seat, took the bag and threw it into Juan's body and didn't care about the man and went outside from the cafe.