Hugging Longs
MR Bab's. 5
Hugging Longs
Chapters. 5
“Oma see you watch her broadcast often. You like?” Oma Widya asked as she took a seat on the long sofa next to Sara. Who was watching a live broadcast of a show called Cooking With Arga, a famous chef in his country. Arga Pratama's.
“Suka Oma.” Sara relaxed without taking her eyes off the phone screen.
“People are handsome huh?” chirps Oma Widya teases.
“Iya, handsome.” Sara was still unaware that Oma Widya was smilingly looking at her.
“You like it? Uh, I mean Oma, do you like the guy?”
Oma Widya's question this time made Sara turn her head. Then frown at confusion.
“I mean the show is Oma, not the guy.” Sara defended herself. Didn't want Oma Widya to misunderstand him.
She has been watching the live streaming broadcast of Cooking With Arga. Because the cooking show that is displayed is quite interesting. Recipes that are often shared by Chef Arga in the event are quite easy to recook. He used to love cooking. For this reason, he really likes to watch live streaming Arga Pratama. A handsome young chef who is on the rise and loved by many of these girls.
However, despite the charming look of the chef, he is more interested in the menus that are often shared by the young chef. Simple and easy to copy.
“Oooh. Oma thinks the guy.” Oma Widya still smiled witfully while nodding slowly. It's like he doesn't believe Sara's words.
“While the man is handsome. Still young, successful, and ... still alone,” continued Oma Widya impressed by teasing Sara.
“Oma know from where if Chef Arga is still alone? Has Oma ever met him in person?” Not curious, but Sara just wanted to stop Oma Widya talking about Arga. Because it seems Oma Widya misunderstood the meaning of the sentence earlier.
Oma Widya just smiled.
“Yes for Oma. Oma must have misunderstood, right? I love watching Chef Arga's show not because of the guy. I just love the recipes that Chef Arga often shares. In addition to using materials that are easy to get, cheap, also very easy to imitate. That'sthat's all. Not because I like the guy. After all, how could a guy like Chef Arga like a girl like me. The slightest bit of unattractive from the tip of the foot to the tip of this head. This oma is all-existent deh.” Sara laughed lightly while shaking her head.
Not with Oma Widya. In her eyes Sara was a beautiful girl. Although the appearance is simple, the face is rarely polished make up, but the face looks naturally beautiful. A radiance of his sincerity and kindness. And this girl like Sara is what she wants.
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“We rest for a while.” A man said as he stepped out of front of the camera that was watching him since thirty minutes passed.
The man took off the aprone he was wearing. Give it to one of the crew, then take a seat on the sofa available in the studio room.
Arga Pratama's. The beautiful young chef who became an idol of women today seemed to be contacting someone. His facial water suddenly became anxious when someone on the other end of the phone told him a long-awaited piece of information.
“Not found?” Arga surprised.
“Try you guys to maximize the search again. Don't make flyers, advertisements or anything like that. Don't let everyone know. Maybe even more hiding if Oma knows we are looking for him,” he then stood up.
“Good. Just do your job well. I paid you guys dearly. So I don't want to be disappointed. Find the old woman immediately. Understood!” he said he ended the phone call.
“Chef, the show we continue again.” A crew came to tell. Arga returned to the front of the camera, continuing the live broadcast Cooking With Arga that has attracted thousands of viewers since its first broadcast.
Arga Pratama, has contracted a television station to fill out some of their TV shows. One of them is Cooking With Arga.
In addition to filling out several TV shows, Arga also manages a five-star restaurant. Which presents a classy menu for thick pockets.
From a chef, now the single man was transformed into an idol thanks to his skill in processing food from ordinary to extraordinary. In addition to his expertise in cooking, his beautiful face became the attraction of an Arga Pratama.
But lately, his busyness increased because someone who means in his life left him. Someone who is looking for him right now.
Danny's been allowed home. His condition is much better. But the condition of his heart which is now in anxiety is also turmoil.
Going home should be fun for Danny. But lately somehow it feels like there is something lacking in his house. The furniture is still intact and complete, is in its place as usual. But it was as if something wasn't completing it at the moment.
Danny breathed a long breath while circulating his gaze to every corner of his room. Nothing has changed, everything is the same, but it feels different.
Dropping herself on the bed, her eyes looked at the ceiling of the room.
“I should be glad you're not here. My life is free" he murmured, folding both hands together as a head pillow.
Supposedly what appeared in his eyes was the ceiling of the room painted white. But even the shadows of Sara.
"Why are you so happy to bother me, Sara? Go far away. Live your life happily. By the way, thank you for returning mine.” He smiled thinly. In order to keep Sara's image from disturbing again, she tried to close her eyes.
At first, he just wanted to close for a moment. But a few minutes passed, he was getting more and more dissolved in the shadows that came in his memory.
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The door sounds open. From the wide-open door, Sara came with a tray containing a special plate of fried rice and a glass of warm milk. The girl in the gray white uniform walked over, put the tray on the nightstand, then walked towards the wardrobe. Take Danny's uniform and put it on the bed.
“PR you have been working on. Now, finish your breakfast. After that put on your uniform, you only have ten minutes. These days you are often late for school. Already repeatedly Uncle scolded me to pay more attention to you.” Sara said as she picked up Danny's shoes.
“You were even more chatty than Mama. Make my ears hurt just hearing it,” grumbled Danny while drying his hair with a small towel. Then grab the uniform that Sara handed over.
A sweet smile spread across Sara's lips. It's been a lot of times that girl heard Danny saying it was chatty. Surprisingly, the girl was even happy.
It only took a few minutes for Danny to change his clothes in the bathroom. As soon as he came out, he was greeted by Sara's sweet smile. The girl stood up while holding the comb.
Danny waltzed towards the mirror, and Sara helped comb his hair. Sarah treated him like a child. Combing her hair, spraying perfume, to get her school bag. That's how Sara is. Being near her, like her shadow.
“Hey, Danny, wait!” Sara calls while running small following Danny's wide steps out of the room.
“Far away from me, Sara. You make me uncomfortable,” said Danny while riding his motorcycle. Bothered with Sara who just kept following her like her shadow.
“Uncle asked me to take care of you, Danny.”
“I'm not a child, Sara. Here, give me my bag.” Stretched out a hand asking for her bag which Sara was carrying. As soon as Sara gave her school bag, she went into gas after starting the engine a few minutes ago.
“Dan ... Danny ... Danny wait.” Sara's screams sounded echoing. And keep repeating. Fulfill his hearing room.
“Danny ... Danny ..”
The voice sounded again calling out his name. This time it sounded clear and close.
“Danny!”
The scream woke Danny.
“Sara?” his murmur looked at the shadow of a woman standing before him.
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