Love Workshop
Fried Noodles

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Sinta stared at the voice of the woman who returned Kevin's scream.

"Since when was there a shop, Mas?" tanya Sinta arrived blank with what happened.

"Since 15 years ago it seems," Kevin replied with a smile.

Finally this time Sinta really came down from sitting on Kevin's thigh. He did not feel good for a long time to continue to be on Kevin's thigh let alone he was female and there is no relationship with Kevin.

"Who are you paying for the motorbike?" ask Kevin. He feels his bike is fine now.

"I'm fine" replied Kevin walking towards the cashier and making a note for Sinta.

"How many are you in total?" ask Kevin.

"40 thousand aja," replied Kevin who made Sinta a little stunned. Then his mother only brought him twenty thousand money, which he had bought ten thousand gasoline this morning before leaving.

"Duh Mas, you owe me first is okay, right? There are ten thousand. Tomorrow I come here again to pay, later not to talk to Dad," said Sinta gave her ten thousand money. Thirty thousand is okay.

Looks like Kevin is weighing Sinta's request a little. Looks like Kevin has some sense that could make him profit.

"May but there are conditions" Kevin replied with a smile.

"What conditions? Time just owed me all," asked Sinta with a frown.

"Easy condition, Mas just want to ask for your WhatsApp number," replied Kevin gave his cellphone that was connected to wa.

"Ohh want a number. No problem anyway, not all the Instragram Sinta, Mas?" tanya Sinta signed the WhatsAppnys number on Kevin's phone.

"God, what's his name?" ask Kevin.

"sicantik20," replied Sinta all Instagram promotions thought Sinta.

"OK don't forget in the follback, Mas's time is not your follo," said Kevin and nudged by Sinta. There is nothing wrong with him saving and following behind the account of this handsome mechanic.

"Udah Sinta follback Yes, Mas. So this can be a debt first, right?" ask Sinta and be nudged by Kevin.

"From the beginning it is also possible if anyone wants to owe first. Thanks for the Wa number. Later that night no chat," said Kevin put Sinta's money in the drawer.

"Yuk, as a sign of the introduction of Mas tractir you eat fried noodles at the Mpok Ijah stall. What the hell is it?" ask Kevin who is afraid if Sinta never eats food stalls.

"Yaelah Mas, every day Sinta also ate emi. So the stomach is the same as Sinta's intestine and accustomed to it. Most later also curly ni intestine," replied Sinta with his chatter. Good thing the roof of the garage so it does not make wet.

Kevin signals if he eats first with Sinta. I don't know what makes a man who has never been close to the woman directly tacked on Sinta who incidentally is a customer. But this is a good progress.

"His fried noodles are done?" kevin sat in that chair.

"Udah so, Monggo at the meal. If you want to add food and fried foods please take it," replied Mpok Ijah gave two fried dishes with additional chicken on it.

"This is the real Mas deal, right? Later if not paid, I was told to wash the dishes again," asked Sinta with was was was.

He once ate with a friend. He said he also wanted to be treated but instead they all did not bring money. As a result they had to wash a lot of dishes in the stall at that time. Just remembering it made him angry.

"No neng, Mas will pay for your food. Kan was Mas already said, anyways later if Mas can not pay Mas can owe first to Mpok Ijah. Yes Mpok," replied Kevin take the intestinal satay that was there.

"Well, isn't Kevin an employee too, Mom? He's the mechanic?" tanya Sinta picked up the fried tempeh that was inside the container.

Mpok Ijah who heard that can only smile then laugh a little. Not usually Kevin will lie about his ownership in the workshop.

"This is a beautiful guy, Kevin is the owner of the workshop. Alias son of the founder of the workshop," replied Mpok Ijah who made Sinta directly look at Kevin who just smiled.

"I didn't say the hell. Know that I asked for free of charge of my bike," said Sinta with no idea himself. But believe me Sinta was only joking, there was no way the woman brought the heart of a man she just knew.

"If you can't, neng. That's the right of the workers here, if the problem of the treaty is okay, because it's using Mas money," replied Kevin took a drink in front of him.

For a moment Sinta was silent, Kevin had this kind of thought. It is only fitting that this workshop is very large at this time, because the owner has only come to be like this.

Kevin always prioritizes this workshop for workers and customers. But the money for itself is calculated first.

"Love is not good."

"Any inakin."

"What class is it?" kevin asked to arrive.

"Class 3, Mas. 4 months from graduating in Shaa Allah. This is again the focus of practice exam preparation," replied Sinta put the chicken suiran into his mouth.

"Oalah want to graduate, the spirit yes Neng. Do you want to go to college or what after graduation?" ask Kevin.

"Don't know Mas, wong I haven't thought. You want me to go to college but don't know later" Sinta replied with a smile.

Kevin just nodded.

"May's best for neng ya."

"Yes, it's."

The two of them finished the fried noodles in front of them while waiting for the rain to stop. There is no way Sinta will break through the rain like this which will even make him sick and the house people worry.

"Can you add more food?" ask Sinta who arrived to visit.

"What's? Take it," replied Kevin who did not mind if only buying snacks.

"You add this, like good father had eaten," replied Sinta to take food wrapped in banana leaves.

"It's called arem arem, neng. It is delicious indeed, in it there is a chicken suiran the same tempe," said Mpok Ijah who was there.

Sinta nodded and opened the leaf and then ate a meal called arem.

"Good boy, I've never eaten this food. When do I stop here, Mom. All pay the same debt Mas Kevin," replied Sinta while chewing the arem.

"Ready man."

"Slow down if you eat, I don't ask you to."

Sinta just smiled and nodded finishing her meal.

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