Love Me!
Recognition

Susan put on her jacket and walked quickly out of the house. Mr. Anton intercepted him when he reached the living room.

"Wear the jacket, where's Susan going?"

"You'll see me, Papa Anton."

"Where?"

"At Green Cafe, downtown, Pa!" susan turned the key.

"What men are women?"

"Male."

"What friend is a friend?" god Mr. Anton.

Susan fixed her glasses and pursed her lips. "First win, Pa!"

"Yes, believe. Careful, huh?"

Mr. Anton chuckled at Susan's serious face. He continued reading his newspaper, sitting in the living room and laying a cup of coffee on the table.

"Yes, Papa Anton!" susan Sahut.

The girl rushed to the garage and started her motorcycle. Heat for a while and then turn the gas.

***

Ozkan was very agitated. Her decision that day, she had to tell Susan the truth. Every now and then he stood in the doorway of the cafe, observed by people passing in and out of the cafe, occasionally sitting in the VIP place he had ordered.

Limeteen minutes feels long for the person waiting. Ozkan saw Susan's motorcycle coming from a distance. A man will usually easily memorize the type of motor even until the machine when first looking. Unique, really.

Ozkan smiled wryly. Eventually that day will come too. He tried to welcome Susan with a big smile.

"Hi, Susan. Park it there, "let him point to the motor park.

"Yes!" susan shouted from a distance.

Ozkan unblinkingly looked at Susan from coming, parked the motorbike and finally walked towards her. Ozkan wants them to date.

"Oze, smile to yourself?" susan saw the look on Ozkan's face.

The man was shocked and the shadow about the two of them was gone.

"Eh, remember something," she said, shrugging off embarrassment. "Come, let's go in. I've booked a place!"

"Why book a place? The cafe's not so crowded here, is it?" great-granddaughter Susan.

"Mmm .. Is it not crowded, if it is crowded? Just in case, Susan. I want us to talk somewhere comfortable."

"Ooh ...."

Ozkan walked beside Susan. He inhaled the distinctive smell of Susan's perfume, in all the stalls, he searched and found no such smell. Susan got it from Bianca as a gift for her birthday before, until now every time it ran out, she would order it. A famous perfume maker kept his concoction a secret especially for the Key family.

"Here," Ozkan said, allowing the girl to sit in the VIP lounge.

A cafe waiter swiftly came up to them and thrust out a menu list.

"What do you want to eat, Susan?"

"I'm .. cheese sauce paste alone, drink orange juice."

Ozkan frowned, eneg heard it. "Why do girls love cheese, chocolate, strawberries?"

Susan laughs. "Yes, this tongue is almost uniform with the girls of the world. Our destiny likes the things you mentioned earlier" he said.

"I ... sirloin steak only, drink it .. coffee!"

Susan smile. "Why do men like coffee?"

"Yes .. as bitter as my story, oops!"

Susan's eyes were wide open to hear it. Wasn't he a handsome man with a considerable amount of wealth? Still say bitter?

As the waiter walked back, they began to chat.

"Why do you say bitter?" susan asked curiously.

"Mmm... uh, you don't take off your jacket first? It's hot, isn't it?" sahut Ozkan.

"Eh, yes."

Susan opened the jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He looked at Ozkan who had been staring at him.

"Where?" susan asked Ozkan to blink.

"Ah, yes. I have something to say about ... How are you, Susan?" Ozkan Goda.

"Damn!" Susan was getting a little angry because Ozkan was stalling what he was going to say.

"Yes, yeah, don't get angry. Look ... I just want to say what really happened with ... Yoshua." - yoshua."

Susan's eyes seemed interested in what Ozkan was going to say. Ozkan himself captured the spirit of the two pitch-black eyeballs, which were visible behind his glasses.

"Yes," Ozkan said deliberately waiting for Susan's reaction.

"What's wrong with her?" buru Susan, curious.

Right? If the name was called, would he be excited? I wouldn't be wrong.

"Look. At first, I liked you ..."

Until now, anyway!

" ... But Yoshua used to come home drunk and say everything. I ... just keep it what he says."

"What did he say???" chase Susan.

Funny too this girl when curious. Ah, if he were curious like that to me!

"Didn't he?" call Susan.

"Eh, yes .... He said that he missed his sister who was in ...." Ozkan's words stopped.

"What the hell??"

Ozkan glanced at the waiter who came to bring him the food and drinks they ordered. Susan had to delay her curiosity.

"Thank you, Mom!" ozkan said as the waiter finished putting everything on the tray.

"Eat" Ozkan told Susan.

"Ish, tell me first what the next ..." urged Susan.

"Mm .. she misses her sister in the orphanage."

Susan's eyes were wide. "The orphanage?"

Why is everyone talking about the orphanage recently??

"What do you mean, orphanage?" ask Susan, curious.

"Actually, Yoshua was an orphanage boy who got a scholarship and he was inferior to you! Finally he pushed me to get close to you!" Ozkan.

"Wait, wait. Is her sister like me?" susan pointed to herself.

"He'em," Ozkan nodded slowly. It hurts, but it feels almost relieved.

"Then? What does this have to do with me?"

Ozkan took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"He likes you," he said. There was a pain in his heart as he said that sentence.

However, the expression Ozkan had expected of Susan, was not what he wanted. Susan was pale.

"Why, Susan? Eat it when you're hungry!" Ozkan pushed the plate containing the pasta slightly closer towards Susan.

Susan shakes. It felt mixed in his heart. He sipped a little orange juice, soaking his dry throat. Then bow back. Face sad.

In Ozkan's shadow, Susan would be happy to hear the statement that Yoshua liked her but she wondered why Susan was sad. Is she feeling sad that Yoshua is just a foster child? Meanwhile, Ozkan felt that Susan was not a girl who likes to differentiate the status of anyone.

"Ozkan, where did Yoshua's orphanage used to live?" ask Susan.

"Oh, I forgot his name. I'll ask you later!" sahut Ozkan patted his forehead.

"Can you ask him now?" urged Susan. This should be known about it immediately.

"Oh, emm .. okay, I'll ask you a minute."

Ozkan frowned seeing Susan instead chasing after him to ask the orphanage where Yoshua used to live. He pulled out his phone and dialed Yoshua's number.

"Hello, Yoshua!" greet Ozkan.

Susan's eyes could not be separated from Ozkan's face. Ozkan was very fond of being stared at like that, but he was also confused as to how to ask Yoshua.

"How are you? Still in Singapore?"

"Good, yeah. You're in Indonesia, right? Ozkan?"

"Yes ... Mmm ... Yosh, I want to ask the orphanage you live in. What's name? I want this social event to be like my friend" Ozkan lied glancing at Susan who gulped her saliva to hear Ozkan's lies for her sake.

After a while, Ozkan hung up his phone and looked at Susan who was still staring at him, waiting for an answer to his question.

"Mother's Orphanage, Mango Street number nine. The west."

The deg!

Susan felt very weak to hear it.

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