HATE TO LOVE
Tough Girl

Mas Bimo is still waiting for me who is not willing to pulanh on the grounds that my work is only a little more finished.

"Mas can stay with me if you're bored, I can go home alone, just relax!" I said to Mas Bimo who was cool with his gadget somehow that made him feel at home for a long time glaring at the flat screen in his hand.

Hihi, it seems like I am jealous, if only the one in his eyes was me, ngarep again right ?

"Did you want me to be angry with Grandpa, for not bringing you home with me?" he replied, with eyes whose gaze was still locked on the screen.

"Yes, 15 minutes is over, really!" say me.

But it was unexpected that Mas Bimo put his phone on the table and approached me who was pairing the legs of the table.

"Why would you like to do something?" ask me when he's holding the foot of the table that I'm gonna nail.

"Help you, wouldn't it be sooner if we worked together, I'm hungry!" he said again,

Duh, how can I do my work if it is close to her, this can be messed up! My inner.

We put the table legs together, even though Mas Bimo's hands were not very good at this kind of menial work, but he was quite willing to keep up with me anyway, maybe he doesn't want his pride as a man to be humiliated if he can't do the job of a man like this.

"Aren't there any other jobs that are more girly, for you to choose as a job?" suddenly, he probably felt that I was too strange in his eyes where a woman would do such a rough job

While for me personally this is just ordinary, especially friends in my neighborhood are also many girls who do work like I do this.

The point is that it's about work that is done with the heart, in accordance with the hobby, so for me there is no limit to the work that must be done by women or men, or men, as long as I'm able and happy to do it it'll feel light and fun, I'm not, tough chick.

"Why really? continue, what kind of more girlish job? model, secretary?" ask me.

But the face of Mas Bimo tetiba became changed when I mentioned the parable of models and secretaries, it seems he was a bit dreamy and thought of something, I don't know what.

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POV Author

Upon hearing Anisa who suddenly mentioned the word model, Bimo immediately fell silent, he spontaneously recalled to Viona the lover.

"I'll excuse you for a moment" said Bimo, who then moved away from where Anisa was doing her work.

Bimo is seen packing his cell phone, it looks like he is trying to contact Viona, he can not hold it anymore, he misses his lover so much, let him who succumbed first contact Viona, don't we sometimes have to give up?

Although all this time who always succumbed and sacrificed in their relationship it was only Bimo.

Bimo's face looked rather grim when it turned out that Viona had not picked up her phone call.

"Mas, come!" Anisa's voice surprised Bimo who was daydreaming about what the lover was doing far away there.

"Ah yes, you just ride my car, let your bike here first," said Bima.

"Lho, tomorrow I go to the here how, dong?" anisa's great-grandson looks like a bit of an objection to having to leave her bike there.

"Tomorrow you leave with me," said Bimo flat, inversely proportional to the mood of Anisa who seemed crowded cheering while jogging because so happy because she could be alone with her handsome husband, it was, tonight and tomorrow morning when I leave for work.

Anisa finally relented and nodded obediently, then she entered the husband's luxury car.

"Cook here mas?" anisa protests because Bimo instead parked his car to a fancy restaurant that throughout Anisa's life, he had never entered the place.

"Kita dinner first, I've said from earlier, right, if I'm a laper," said Bimo who never ate in a random place.

"Aren't you eating, at home?" Anisa asked again, considering it was very late at night but her husband had not eaten because he approached her to the apartment where she worked.

Bimo shook his head, he did not come to dinner at his house last, for some reason because of the cooking instead of Anisa was lazy to eat dinner at his house, even though since he was a child he was used to eating bi Nani's cooking, and it was never a problem.

It's just that since he some days enjoy the results of the wife's cooking, bi Nani's cooking seems to be no longer suitable on his fussy tongue.

"Sorry, surely because of picking me up yes, Mas Bimo so late for dinner like this" said Anisa sounding like she felt guilty.

"It's a good time, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Let's just say we're dinner again," continued Bimo with the end of a crisp laugh at the end of his sentence.

'Nyessss' dodged the taste of Anisa's heart to see her husband's sweet smile.

Bimo orders a beef steak for his dinner, while Anisa is still flipping through the menu book, her spirit screams, all the food there costs her above average and unreasonable, if he could enjoy a complete catfish pecel in a tent stall only twenty thousand one servings were complete with orange ice, there he did not find a food that was a friendly price, he said, the average meal there costs above 300 thousand rupiah just to have dinner together must have spent more than half a million, for him it was too wasteful.

"What do you want to eat?" Ask Bimo who saw Anisa just continued to flip the menu book back sheet by sheet and no one chose it.

"No, if I only eat the mas, I want other food, but there is no menu here," Anisa reasoned.

"What do you want, just say, I know the chef here, I can tell him to cook the food you want." Bimo bargained.

Of course Bimo was familiar with the chef there, the luxury restaurant was one of the subsidiaries of the Mahesa group.

"Ah, no-no! I do want food elsewhere, not here, just eat, I'll accompany, it's my turn to eat, okay?" oceh Anisa deliberately convoluted, even though he was not happy if only for dinner leafy brands had to spend a lot of money, it was too much in his opinion.

"Okay, it's up to you!" although somewhat disappointed because they did not eat together, but Bimo finally relented too.