Hugging Longs
MR Bab's. 12

Hugging Longs

Chapters. 12

“Dear dear, we go down yuk,” take Tania with a voice that seduces once the car she drives stops in front of One Taste Food and Resto. Long after Danny recovers, they rarely have another romantic dinner at the star-studded restaurant. He missed those moments so much. For that he forced, even had to persuade Danny to follow his wishes.

Danny who was sitting next to the steering chair was unmoved. Do not respond to Tania's invitation, even looking as if reluctant.

But it did not discourage Tania to launch her seduction. It is free when he sulks, because they have arrived at their intended place.

“It's been a long time baby I want to invite you to eat in this place. You know, no, this restaurant also has a famous chef that is dear. Arga Chef. You must have heard his name, right? He said the food here was delicious. Come on, we're down yuk.” Once again Tania persuaded. He tries to hide his disappointment and heartache from Danny's cold attitude towards him. He must admit Danny's change has been significant lately. The once-aggressive Danny is now cold and stiff. Ever since Sara left her life.

Exhaling slowly, Danny finally turned his head. Then take a quick look out the window. Look at the restaurant with a flat look. Surprisingly, his heart suddenly thumped when he looked at the restaurant.

“It's like that you're the same chef?” asked Danny to quip.

“It's not like that, baby. Said my friends who had eaten at this place, the food was delicious. Well, I was wondering what the food was like here. That's why I brought you. Because I want you to feel it too.”

This time Danny breathed a long breath. If asked he really refused to obey Tania's wishes. But the pounding in his heart seemed to present an implied hunch. It feels like a longing to be fulfilled.

....

“Wow.” Spontaneous only the word said from the mouth Arga was so stunned to see a beautiful figure who was standing next to Oma Widya.

But his forehead wrinkled when he recognized the beautiful figure. The figure he often called the village girl is now transformed into a figure that ...

“Perfect.” Once again spontaneously the word was uttered from Arga's lips when the beautiful figure boasted her sweet smile. Making his jelly face look dazzling, opening it in an instant. In a white dress that makes the skin yellow like shining marble. Plus a thin makeup with a soft pink lipstick, as well as long hair that was left untouched, making the beautiful figure look perfect in his eyes.

“He looks different. I barely recognized him,” muttered Arga deeply. Not denying his heart, that the village girl looks beautiful with the white dress.

“Ehem ... Ehem!” Deheman Oma Widya's voice surprised Arga, returning his consciousness that was originally hovering, so fascinated to see the figure of Sara in a completely different view.

“Sit here, sara,” said Oma Widya as she patted the chair next to her, facing Arga squarely.

“Good, Oma.” Sara sat herself down. She timidly lowered her face. He felt uneasy by Arga's gaze which was still fixed on him. The handsome chef's expression was like he had just seen a ghost.

“Where, have you been looking around all parts of this place?”

“Already, Oma.”

Once at this place, Oma Widya takes Sara around the restaurant, introducing Sara to the ins and outs of the restaurant. Because he wanted to hire Sara at the place, as an assistant chef.

One Taste Food and Resto has some great chefs. But there is one main chef who only works at any time when needed, namely Arga itself.

Well, Oma Widya plans to make Sara as Arga's assistant.

The middle-aged woman indeed had the power to do so. Just look, with just one hand raised, a restaurant waiter has come to him.

“Is what I asked for ready?” ask Oma Widya.

As requested by the restaurant owner, there are many special menus presented on the white-cloth round table. And equipped with a lit candle.

They then sat down in their own places.

“Oma order this much? Can tekor nih later,” said Arga astonished while scanning every menu presented in front. He knew very well the menu ordered by the grandmother was the best-selling menu in their restaurant, the price is not kidding. He knew it because he himself created the mainstay menu.

“For a special dinner with a special person, the menu must also be special dong.” Oma Widya smiled as she glanced at Sara who looked timid. Seeing Sara's reaction like that, made her sure that her plan to bring Sara closer to Arga would go smoothly.

“Iya, but Oma is outrageous. Do you want to bankrupt us?” Arga half glared at Oma Widya. But glancing next door occasionally. Because the sweet creature next to Oma Widya was very seducing the eyes. It is interesting to miss the view.

“Alaaah, reasons. You think Oma ordered all this for free? Oma also knows the rules of the times. Let's get old like this, Oma also knows ethics. You want to challenge Oma?”

“Handering Oma. Don't nyolot it too kali.” Arga grimaced, misbehaving when glared at Oma Widya. Especially when she saw Sara smiling. Sara's smile was able to hypnotize his gaze for a moment.

“Now, Oma want to hear your opinion about Sara's current appearance. How?”  Oma Widya switched topics immediately.

“What's the way?” Arga rubbed his nape. He tried to fight his heart, trying to keep his tongue from being too outrageous. He knew, Oma Widya was challenging him, because he could not accept he told Sara village. Indeed he admitted, the village girl now looks different, but he did not want to admit it in front of Oma Widya. By prestige.

Maybe Arga could hold her tongue praising Sara. But the glance of his eyes was able to imply what could not be said from the tongue. And Oma Widya can understand that. Because he knows very well the habits of the grandson who sometimes likes prestige.

“Oh yes, Oma, sorry, can I excuse going to the toilet for a moment?” ask Sara. He felt uneasy when Arga looked at him.

“Please, Sara. But don't you take long?”

“Iya, Oma.” Sara hurried up, got up from her chair, walked slowly towards the door. The heels he wore enough to make it difficult to walk, because he was not used to it. Although he had previously trained with the help of Oma Widya.

Meanwhile, Arga's pair of eyes continued to follow until Sara disappeared behind the closed VIP room door.

“Say village, but that's an eye that can't be conditioned?” I heard Oma Widya quipping. With a glint of eyes and a mocking smile. Makes Arga misbehave, scratching his nape that does not itch.

“Oma questions that have not been answered,” continued Oma Widya. Who even got a sneer from Arga. Making Oma Widya anxious herself to see the behavior of the grandson. She believes she has been fascinated by Sara's beauty.

...

Blowing her breath long, Sara stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. He barely even knows himself. Maybe he looks strange, until Arga occasionally glances at him. It made him lose confidence instantly.

Not wanting Oma Widya and Arga to wait for him for a long time, he rushed out of the toilet. But the swing of his steps had to come to a halt when he suddenly accidentally bumped into someone. Maybe it was too fast he hit so that a man who accidentally hit it to stagger.

“Sorry, forgive me, sir,” he apologized while clenching both hands. A sign that he was so begging.

“Sorry you said? Where do you put your eyes? It was as if ka_” but the man's sentence stopped when he looked at his face.

“Sara?” The man muttered, staring at Sara.

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