An Overdose of Love
Anger is More Important
Kling, the elevator finally reached the ground floor, and we just kept walking towards the restaurant. It turns out that there are many people who have breakfast, I also who had no appetite, now have been tempted to immediately taste the food neatly arranged on the table, with a full range of typical Singaporean food. Because I am afraid of spices that are not the same as Indonesia, so now my plate is quizzed with a variety of chicken and white mustard vegetables, only, for fear that later stomach pain due to not according to my taste.
"How come you're so little about taking the side dish?" ask mas Adit.
"Hehehe, not pa-pa, Mas! I have never eaten anything strange other than Indonesian cuisine, so I was afraid that I would get a stomachache, as a result of not being in accordance with the spice. Because I used to like that, given my friend typical Chinese food, my stomach immediately mules three days," I explained.
"That's different, baby! Singapore is partly the spice there is similar to Indonesia, just because it is held by a reliable chef so it is slightly modified a little differently" he explained.
"Ooh."
We also ate voraciously, from the side dishes each of which we took ourselves. It turns out that there are also many people staying at this hotel, seen from the chairs provided are already fully occupied by guests.
"Hey, Adit! Can I sit here?" A female voice greeted my husband.
"Uhuk ... uhuk," Choked himself when he saw who was greeting.
"Jeez .. What else is this? Why is Nola's flirtatious widow here," Bathin's been rummaging dislike.
"Ooh, can .. can, clakakak Nola!" reply approve.
"What?" gumanku surprised.
I also saw the expression of Adit who smiled, it felt like his heart was so upset. And I feel very eager to drive the widow Nola away from here, so as not to disturb our calm when eating.
"I'm sorry, I'm bothering you guys to eat. Lookie! All the seats were full, so I had to sit here" he said in pleasantries, with his voice so flirtatious and spoiled.
Only a small but cynical smile can I give her.
"Oh yeah, you're working here, 'Is it, Adit?" ask Nola.
"No, Brother. We're on our honeymoon now."
"Ooh, you guys just got married?" his pretentious tanya that was too kepo.
Mas Adit could only glare at me, maybe not like it because I preceded him to answer.
"Ooh, good."
"What do you work in, Adit?" he said he was not tired of asking.
"In the field of fashion."
"Wah .. wah, same dong. How to say it once. Means our company can later work together, dong!" said Nola enthusiastically looks happy.
"Well, is that true, brother? Good that, right .. true what you say, later we can work together," replied mas Adit sumringah, after sipping water.
"Geez, what else is this? Address the smell of something threatening this," my bathin spoke.
Eyes continued to glance at the movements of the widow Nola, because there was an uncomfortable feeling about her. Hands gradually sucked the food, but the eyes kept watching Mas Adit's chatter, with the woman I think is now seeking attention to her husband. Being annoyed and a little hot ears overheated their conversation, I also finished the food quickly.
"I'm done eating, so now I want to go back to my room!" I said that I had stood up from sitting down, and tried to take Mas Adit away.
"Ooh, yeah, you go first. I still have important things I want to talk about with sister Nola, "please ask.
"Well, you're totally out of your mind, Mom! The same effect this widow woman has!" gertutuku already goiter di hearted.
"Ooh .. ok, I'll go first!" my frustration is gone.
I do not care anymore, Adit who was busy chatting, which I know now this self must quickly step up to the room, and release all the frustration because the husband is more concerned with the flirtatious widow.
Throat felt hyacinth due to very upset over the attitude of the husband, because he was more concerned with the widow Nola, who always dressed sexy continues, due to lack of material.
"Iicch isn't shy, what? The face is wrinkled so, the clothes are always above the knee, the eyes are widowed, always wearing clothes that stain the faith," My frustration speaks for itself, insulting the widow.
Unceasingly this self grumbled in annoyance, and the feet kept on stomping on the floor of the elevator, which I was about to head to the hotel room. It did not take long finally the elevator had reached the top, so footsteps immediately walked to the room.