Hugging Longs
MR Bab's. 16
Hugging Longs
Chapters. 16
Sitting sweetly in the mini bartender in the kitchen of the house, Sara was watching the action of Arga who was making fruit juice for her. Sara smiled in a knot watching Arga's action live. Because usually he only sees the action of the man live on his mobile phone.
Arga Pratama, the man looks dashing despite wearing a black apron. The dragon fruit juice was finished, which he then presented to Sara. Accompanied by a sweet smile, as sweet as his homemade juice.
“Make me?” Sara raised both eyebrows, while pointing at herself.
“Create who else?” Taking off the apron, Arga then took a seat next to Sara.
“Still.”
“The juice is good for digestion. I saw you didn't eat much. Can I make something?” Arga. Because at their dinner a couple of hours ago, he saw Sara wasn't eating much. Even noticed at that time Sara was not excited. He only worried about Sara. If only Sara wasn't feeling well.
“No need. I'm still full. But thanks for offering,” reject Sara smooth. Not to disappoint Arga, it's just that he's not feeling right now.
“are you not feeling well or what? Sorry yes, at the restaurant I noticed you were less excited. You ate it a little too. So I thought you might not feel well. If you are sick, you stay talking. Later me and Oma will accompany you to the doctor.”
“I'm fine, Chef. Uh, sorry, Arga.” It still felt too stiff for Sara to mention Arga's name directly. In addition to not getting used to it, he also felt uncomfortable and disrespectful. Because he is self-aware with the inherent status differences between the two of them, the scope of the association, and where they came from. That contrasting difference is what makes him uncomfortable, not confident.
“From now on you should get used to calling my name, not chef again. Where am I taking the fryer?” it was Arga's claw, which made Sara laugh. Both of Sara's eyes even narrowed, laughing out loud so funny with a joke Arga.
Sara's laughing face was as if it had a magnetic field. What drew both of Arga's eyes nailed his gaze at that face. The longer he stared at that face, the more he was carried away by the current created by the charm of that face. It looks simple, yet alluring.
“Sorry. Alright, then from now on I will get used to calling your name.”
“Yes, you have to get used to it. Because if you are married later, the call will be different.”
“What? Married?” Sara was surprised to hear that, her laughter stopped instantly, awkwardly controlling. Though the sentence was spontaneous just ejected from the oral Arga.
“Home.” Arga immediately dismissed Sara's surprise.
“Please drink,” he said later. Fixing his seat. Suddenly he felt awkward when the word married just slid from the tongue uncontrollably. Of course Sara was surprised, because Oma Widya had not even expressed her intentions to Sara. For Oma Widya's plan, Sara doesn't know.
“That juice is good. Thanks ya?” sara said after sipping the juice until it left half. It turns out that the expertise of Arga can not be doubted. Though the man only used a little extra ingredients into the juice. But it can feel as good and as fresh as that.
“Oh yes, the day after do you have activities?”
“There may. You know Oma wants to take me to resto.”
“Oh, is that it?” Arga rubbed his nape. Very obvious if anyone wants to say it.
“What's the reason?”
“Emm ..” Arga was sorting out the words, because only this time he wanted to ask for a girl's time.
“Kata Oma you watch my show often?”
Sara looks embarrassed. Then nodded slowly.
“Then I want to take you to the set the day after tomorrow. Can you take the time?”
Sara did not answer. He's confused. Also still can't believe Arga offered him to come along to the set. Not that he didn't want to, it was just that he was still feeling uneasy. Meeting new people was an awkward thing for him.
“Tapi_”
“Go, it's okay. Oma allow kok.”Suddenly Oma Widya came and shocked the two.
“Tuh, Oma give permission. How?” Arga tried to persuade with his style.
“Already, just go. You have been watching Arga broadcasts only from henfon, right? Well, this is an opportunity for you to witness it directly,” said Oma Widya.
Sara still looks doubtful even though Oma Widya has given permission.
“If accompanied by Oma, I want,” said Sara finally agreed, but with terms.
Arga glanced at Oma Widya. The old woman nodded, with a smile. He blinked his eyes in the next second. Without needing an explanation, Arga already understood the meaning of the blink of the grandmother's eyes.
“Iya, okay. Oma will accompany you. Hm?” Oma Widya smiled, then grabbed onto Sara's shoulder.
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The clutter of hearts and minds last night, made it difficult for Danny to close his eyes. As a result, until the morning before his body did not touch the bed. To get rid of the confusion, he chose to spend the night in front of his computer screen. Play his favorite online game.
The sun has not yet revealed its glow. But in the kitchen of the house has been heard the sound of spatula clashing with a frying pan. The small commotion in the kitchen also invited the attention of Bi Minah, who was about to prepare breakfast for her employer.
“Loh, Mr Danny what are you doing in the kitchen?” tanya Bi Minah, hastily approached Danny who was scooping fried rice onto the plate. It was a surprise to see Danny cooking himself. And this is the first time Danny has set foot in the kitchen. Because in the past, every need Danny, Sara was the one who prepared. Including cooking breakfast.
“Break, Bi. Why again?”
“Why don't you wake Auntie up if Mr. Danny wants to eat something? Aunt can make it. Try if there's a Non Sara. Non Sara is the most considerate of Mr. Danny.”
Danny remained silent. Sara's memories danced back in her mind. He did not deny, if there was Sara, he did not have to bother like this.
“Bi,” call Danny.
“Iya, Sir. Sir need something?”
“Aibi is closest to Sara.”
“Not the closest Mr to Non Sara? It's almost every day that you're with Non Sara. Served, noticed.” Not even Danny expressed his point, Bi Minah had interrupted.
“Before Sara left, did Sara not leave anything?”
“Snow Aunty no Tuan.”
“Really? Try Auntie remember first.”
Bi Minah frowned. I glanced at it some time ago.
“Non Sara just nitip the message to Bibi,” said Bi Minah remembered Sara's message before leaving the Dharmendra residence.
“What message, Bi?”
“Non Sara just took a message to get Aunt to pay attention to Mr. Danny. That's all the message Mr.”
Danny was a little disappointed. Because he wanted to hear another about Sara. Like Sara's betrayal of Bi Minah might. It was true that he was the closest to Sara. But about the girl he didn't fully know.
He may have been a selfish person. So anything about Sara he doesn't care and doesn't want to know.
“Alright, Bi. Thanks.” Dragging his steps languidly, he brought a plate of fried rice to the dining table. Then start eating it.
But his forehead wrinkled, then spewed back a mouthful of homemade fried rice that had entered the mouth. Maybe because he is less concentrated or indeed he is not accustomed to dealing with the kitchen, so that the fried rice made is too salty.
At this moment, the guilt weighed on him. If only there was Sara, who always understood her wants and needs. But now, he could only embrace Sara's shadow.
Now he spent the day with a piece of Sara's memory. Which sprung up, making his longing for Sara even more mountainous. But unfortunately, that longing never comes down to it. Befriending the memories, he could only hug the miss tightly. I hope God will do wonders.
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