Love Yuma
The Eps 85

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Xian and also Gary, they had arrived in front of the company of Zhao's uncle-the subsidiary of the Zhao Group.

"Gar" Xian stepped from the direction of the waiting room lobby. Gary halted his steps, putting both of his hands in.

Then the staff and some cleaning services also seemed to be there were visits from students and also some clients from other companies, for the company looked crowded not as usual.

The staff was busy with their work and the receptionist was also seen talking to several young people dressed as students.

"Uncle Wei is in his study ! Let's just go there" Xian said.

The two cousins go hand in hand and definitely invite attention even though not as usual.

"Hello mister Luo, how are you ?." Just as he was about to enter the elevator, Xian accidentally crossed paths with the master of Luo-Mangaer hotel who several years ago stood up and collaborated with the Zhao Group.

Gary also shakes hands. "Sir" said Gary.

"Good news is always ! Ssshh long time no see, how about tonight we eat together ? How ?." Sir Luo said happily and laughter accompanied.

"Maybe next time ! If so excuse us" Xian did not want to linger facing this old fox in front of him, even Gary, he did not speak at all because yes it was, the spit sycophant would definitely remain a sycophant.

Xian and Gary entered the elevator, raising their hands in front of their chests to encode the seal on Mr. Luo, and the elevator door closed.

"Tch tch tch young man is now too impulsive" he said then went followed by his assistant.

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Without informing or asking for help, Yuma went down to the ground floor of the hotel after booking a taxi and was waiting in front.

Brugh

Yuma entered, closing the car door politely. "Snake the road" Yuma said, leaning his back secures sitting occasionally looking outwards where there were still sturdy buildings surrounding the hotel.

Towards a shopping center, there are many foods that are sold, not only fast food and street vendors, even small shops such as restaurants are there.

"Pak stopped here" Pinta Yuma, gave the fare and turned around circulating her gaze. The eyeballs rotate from one corner to another either looking for what he's there for.

The sound of small and thin iron rods hanging on the doorstep of the store sounds when the door is opened or closed.

Klrentii....

Yuma went in there, where the cashier's place and the entrance were facing, perpendicular to the point that even the gaze of his eyes could reach out to him.

"What do you want to order, brother ?." Said the cashier kindly and politely.

Next to the cashier there is a storefront where there are various flavors of cakes and also shapes, from the smallest to the largest. There also turned out to sell some cakes that have been put in a long box and also box.

Cream cakes are thinly blanketed and make a variety of cakes that Yuma just saw.

"My sister ordered this cake and that one yes and took it to the corner table there !,"

"Good sister ! To drink it, can be seen on the list" said the cashier noted and pointed to the list of drinking on his head because it was clearly stated in baligo.

"Brown milk avocado only" Yuma said. The cashier gave his note to a friend behind him and Yuma pum sat at the corner table.

"Please sis" came one maid with an apron clad in her waist. Yuma pulled the cake plate and said thanks.

The first bribe, Yuma's tongue is tasting, looking for what composition is less than the cake until the last mouthful still has not found.

"Soft, sweet but a little hard on the tongue, the taste is a little concentrated so that when entering the throat feels bitter" Yuma said in her mind occasionally sipped her drink by observing the rest of the cake she had just eaten.

Dissolved into self-assessment until she almost forgot about her household problems, the taste of the cake makes the Yuma-bos from a famous cake shop in the Chinese capital very curious and want to meet the store owner or chef.

But it cannot be denied, at least the busyness was slowly able to recover the pain in his heart. Although only for a moment, but the woman does not seem to let the sense of it take over her soul.

"Sorry, my brother wanted to ask" Yuma said, now standing in front of the cashier.

The cashier turned his head and responded by approaching Yuma. "What else do you want to order, brother ? Let me pack !." Say the Cashier.

"Oh no, I just need a moment" Yuma said with a hand gesture. The cashier was silent for a moment.

"Can I talk to you for a second ?." Yuma continued to ask. One of the cashier's co-workers came closer.

"What's up ?." Tanya with only a lip gesture but the cashier understood and reflexively shrugged both of her shoulders.

Yuma is still watching.

"Look, can I meet the owner of this store ? Or not with the chef making the cookies here ?." Yuma asked again, putting both of his palms on the cashier's table parallel to his chest,

They look at each other.

"The owner of this shop is out but the one who made his cake is in the back ! Why, brother, can I help you ?."

The waiter who had delivered the order was standing next to the cashier table listening. Two male servants and two female servants were curious.

"About when he'll be back, huh? I'd better wait here"

Yuma looked strange, the shop employees did not see if Yuma was a descendant of rich people or nobles, like ordinary women who went in and out to buy cakes.

"What's up ?." Typhoon someone wearing a white apron and also a mask, light pink shirt and long black jeans so that his body is shaped, his hair is tied fold and bangs in flops to the side.

Yuma looked back at the exact establishment of the waiter who had delivered the cake to his table.

"Oh sorry to interrupt, I happened to pass by here and saw this cake shop is quite crowded so I want to taste," Yuma lied, no one went outside to the store with at least one or two people. They looked at each other again because of Yuma's words, they cursed in their hearts, is this woman in front of them mocking ?.

"Did you make all these cookies?" Yuma's eyes circulate on all the cakes in the storefront. Polite and friendly, always so that Yuma's attitude does not offend them.

The chef was in the face and was seen shrinking his palms, probably sweating from nervousness. Yuma saw the look in her eyes scared, either because