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Asongan Sales Matters

Melati gave a tense sigh, as she accidentally dropped the lid of the dining hostel she had placed under the dining hostel she was holding. The seniors were surprised, when they heard the sound of the falling object, which came from where Melati was.

“Who is it?!” shouted the senior, who did not want his bad plan until it was known to anyone who was here.

“There are people here?” asked the next friend, the senior shook his head in a sign of not knowing.

“Do not know! I guess there's no one!” he replied, looking confusedly at his friend.

“Check aja!” tell his friend, make the senior pause for a moment and immediately step towards some closed toilet doors.

Hearing the woman's words, Melati muttered as she felt very scared at this moment. He quickly tidied up a dining hall that still contained half, and had not had time to spend. He had not even had time to drink a little water, so afraid he was because he heard the speech of his senior.

‘Wire!’ inner Melati, who immediately prepared to run from there.

TOK ... TOK ... TOK ....

The senior knocked on the first toilet door, and there was absolutely no one to say anything in it. He curiously opened the closed door and found no one inside.

“No one,” said the senior to his friend.

“Try next to it!” tell him, the senior nodded slightly, and immediately stepped towards the second toilet door.

Melati was very frightened, because she was in the second door toilet. He felt his body cold hot, and was frightened by their cynical speech earlier. In the presence of many people alone, he dared to drive out Melati. Especially in times of such calm.

The senior knocked on the second door, which was none other than the door of the toilet room Melati was in. He felt sure that Melati was in it.

“Open! I know you're in dalem!” his screams, made Melati even more frightened to hear it.

‘Where is this? They will definitely do the same with me!’ inner Melati, who was already frightened first faced the senior.

Melati doing aba-aba. He prepared to run, leaving them here.

“Open no?! If it doesn't open, I'll break it!” threateningly, suddenly made Melati more frightened to hear it.

Melati prepared herself, and immediately opened the door. He ran past the seniors, because he was so afraid that the seniors would do something to him.

The senior was really very surprised, because he saw it was Melati who was in the toilet. On the other hand they are safe from those who are about to complain about their evil plans, on the other hand they are upset because they release Melati who has come out of this room with lightning fast.

“Woy don't run, lo!” screeched the senior friend, who was about to chase after Melati, but the senior held her back and did not let her chase Melati out of this toilet.

“Lho, why be detained?” tanyanya's confused.

“Let her go! What matters is that he heard what we were talking about. Think of it all as a threat to him, so he does not dare to be with me,” he explained, which still makes his friend was not satisfied to hear.

“Ah, should we be able to bully him here now!” his friend grumbled, making the senior smile.

“Next time we can get her, really! Relax!” he said that he was very confident, making his friend feel very confident in what the senior said.

“Ah!!” his screams were now resigned to his body that had floated because it hit someone in front of him.

Very quickly, the person who hit Melati immediately supported her body with the strength she had. Thanks to him, Melati did not fall to the floor, because of the help of the person who hit Melati.

Their gazes were fixed on one point, making them pause for a moment at this puzzling state.

‘Pak Marcel?’ the Inner Melati, who were still unconscious with their very intimate-looking state.

Apparently, the one hit by Melati was Marcel. They still looked at each other, until Marcel looked at him cynically.

“Still want to see me so?” asked Marcel, suddenly disperse the daydream of Jasmine and make him aware of the situation that is currently happening to them.

Melati who had regained consciousness, quickly rose from Marcel's rebuttal. It made his face red, so shy he was in front of Marcel at this time.

‘Yeah, why is this?!’ inner Melati, who was feeling extremely embarrassed at this moment in front of Marcel.

Marcel watched Melati's expression deeply. He smiled after the smile, because he knew very well that Melati was very embarrassed at this time.

“Why? Shame, huh?” asked Marcel, making Melati's face even more blushing at Marcel's question.

“Ih, what the hell is Mr Marcel!” jasmine snapped, making Marcel's smile fade to hear the scattering from Melati.

“Yeh, it has been helped why even snapped that, anyway? That's how you do, huh! Other people helped must always say thank you, you are so different from each other!” snapped back Marcel, who couldn't accept what Melati was doing to him.

Melati felt surprised, because she again released snapped at Marcel. He was ashamed, so he snapped at Marcel, under his consciousness.

“Ma-sorry, Sir! I accidentally snapped Mr. Marcel, because I'm ashamed!” said Melati, who really did not do it intentionally.

Marcel looked at her cynically back, ‘Always out of embarrassment! I was that bad, what? She's so embarrassed that deket same me?’ his mind, which again felt misunderstood by what Melati meant.

“No apologies! I have to pay for dinner tonight!” said Marcel, who tried to take advantage of Melati's mistakes.

Melati looked at him confused, as she did not have much money to buy Marcel dinner at all. The money given by the Father is only enough for the cost of public transportation, as long as he has not received a salary this month.

“Eat night? When, Sir?” ask Melati.

“Later at night, while selling groceries on the side of the road!” replied the origin Marcel, making Melati feel very confused to hear it.

“Yeah, not now dong, sir! What if I finish my paycheck buy you dinner? Ah, or if there is no payment for me who wants to sell groceries on the roadside, get paid first now, so I can treat Mr. Marcel tonight!” said Melati, suddenly made Marcel delicate to hear it.

‘What does it mean to pay for sales?’ inner Marcel, who really did not connect with what Melati meant.

They are both not connected.