Love As Dosed?

Love As Dosed?
Apologies


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"Bak, it's my Sari."


Ayana undoes her intention to sit in front of the dressing table. His feet stepped towards the door and opened it. He just finished bathing, still complete with a kimono towel and a small towel that wrapped his wet hair.


"Why, Mommy?" ayan asked after the door opened.


"That's it, Ma'am, under there's a guest."


Kening Ayana shriveled in wonder. "Who?" tanyanya. He did not remember waiting for guests.


"Neighbors up front, what's his name anyway, Ma'am? Duh, I forgot, Ma'am. Is it Saka?"


"Saga, Ma'am," Ayana's correction. He nodded in understanding and told Sari to come down immediately. "Yes, tell me to wait a minute, I change my clothes first."


"Okay, Ma'am, if that's what I'm going down first."


Ayana nodded then went inside the room back to change clothes. His mind wondered, what would the man want to come here in a quiet house? Want moduskah?


Not wanting to be too dizzy, Ayana immediately put on her clothes and immediately went downstairs. His hair was so dry, he felt sad if he had to let Saga wait for him for too long.


"Look out, Mom?" sapa Ayana half joked, when she found two bags of medium-sized crackers with a mini market logo were next to Saga.


Ayana tidied up her knee-length skirt and sat down in front of Saga. A thin smile she showed off to cover up her awkward feelings. Both of his parents were at an event outside, obviously he couldn't possibly just wear his favorite pair of jeans. So she wore a skirt, which she knew when she last wore.


"Make you." Saga immediately put the two bags of crackle on the table.


Spontaneously Ayana immediately peered into the bag. He could not help his surprised expression when he found the contents of the pouch. Both bags contain snacks, ranging from favorite snacks, to chocolate and different brand wafers.


"In what order, my dear?" ayana asked still with her expression of shock.


"Bribery."


Kening Ayana wrinkled in wonder. A bribe? The bean in the heart. He still did not understand which way this man was talking.


"On yesterday."


Ayana is still loading.


"That failed."


Ayana understood it now. The girl was amused by Saga's actions which she thought were a little excessive just because of her guilt, which Ayana said personally was actually unnecessary at all. He understood and understood the responsibility of the man. If asked if he was disappointed yesterday, the answer is yes. But it's okay. It doesn't matter after. He felt fine and didn't care much about it. Because he understands.


"So this is all for me?"


Saga nodded quickly. "Dimaafin right?"


Ayana's reflexes laughed softly. The next moment he apologized with his attitude. Saga doesn't seem to matter. Because what he needed was forgiven this girl sitting in front of him.


Ayana nodded. "Yes, even though you're not wrong, Mas. So you do not need to apologize, especially to the wholesale snacks this much. It's a risk of work, so I also want to understand."


Saga agreed. "The problem isn't right or wrong. But I was the one who disappointed. Forgive me, yes, in the future I try this will not happen again. "


Waw. Ayana was quite amazed by the long sentence of the man. He then cleared his throat to control his nervous feelings. He did not expect that Saga would behave like that. He thinks Saga is the type of cuckoo and does not care much about trivial things. But it turns out he was wrong. This man knows how to treat women well. One plus point for the Saga.


"Yes, yes, Mom, no papa. Just relax. I'm sorry, date is easy, just reset."


Saga agreed. "Later to update the latest operating schedule. As soon as."


Ayana nodded in understanding. "Yes, don't think too much about it, it's easy, it's the back business. Mending to drink first, Mas, tea, then cold hunt."


Saga nodded then grabbed the cup of tea reserved for her. Finished wetting his throat with Sari's tea, Saga again put the cup on the table. Her gaze was straight ahead looking at Ayana who was busy playing her skirt. According to her, today Ayana looks beautiful and elegant using her flower skirt. And Saga likes that.


"May I ask?"


Ayana nodded quickly. "Please!"


"Why do you want to be known like this?" tanya Saga looks kepo.


"Honest."


"Told Mama with Bang Tama," said Ayana honestly.


"Forced?" guess Saga hesitated.


Ayana only grimaced as she responded. He did not dare to answer any further, afraid of offending Saga. Unexpectedly, the man nodded in understanding.


"How am I?" ask her then, "dull?"


"Little." Spontaneous Ayana closed her lips due to leachability. "Sorry, Mom."


Saga nodded no problem. He was happy with the honesty of the girl. "You stopping?" bargain later.


Saga likes to be forced or forced. Therefore he wants what they live pure is really what they want.


"No way, I already promised to ngedate 4 times with you, Mas. So, yeah can't stop now."


Saga raised her eyebrows doubtfully. "Yes?"


"Huh?" Ayana responds with a confused look.


"Promise."


"Oh. The same Bang Tama."


Saga nodded in understanding. "Saturday what shift?"


"Hours at 2 p.m. Why?"


"Morning jogging?"


Ayana squinted her two eyes hesitantly. "Had it or what?"


"Road."


"Oh." Ayana ber'oh'ria while understanding.


"You or not?" ask Saga curiously.


"Look at it later, if not males. But if it is males, it is not. I'm in a very swing mood."


Saga nodded no problem then immediately stood up and said goodbye, because it was night and the house was quiet.


"If so I say goodbye. I'll tell you if I can or won't."


"Berez, Mas."


"I go first."


"Yes." Yeah."


"Good night."


Ayana tried to force her smile. "Good night too, Mommy."


"Sleep well and don't dream. I'm home."


Huh huh? Meanin??


Ayana was just stunned while staring at the back of Saga who was getting away until finally a figure of the neighbor disappeared from her view.


"Huft, um rather another my helper this one. There is his behavior. Tumbenan said it long but a bit weird."


Ayana clucked while shaking her head and then brought the dirty cup of Saga's left to the dining room and washed it straight away. Although in their home there is ART but both parents did get used to being more independent. So some work if for example he can still hendle himself, then it will be done alone. Instead of having to bother calling her ART.