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Ray just came home from work this afternoon, at a moderate pace he was driving his car. Ray is also not too rushed, Ray saw there is a cart selling sweet martabak and Ray intends to buy. Ray parked his car on the side of the road.
"Buy sweet martabak mas?" ask the martabak seller.
"Yes Ma'am," replied Ray, coincidentally selling a middle-aged woman.
"What's the mask?" ask the martabak seller.
"Brown cheese, ma'am, ten." replied Ray.
"I'm first ma'am, sweet martabak topped with chocolate cheese" said Nadine.
Feeling familiar with the voice, Ray turned his head, Nadine also turned her head.
"You...!" nadine and Ray together.
"You're following me?" ask Ray.
"Honey, don't you follow me, you guys are not clear" said Nadine.
"I was first, Mom, very lazy close to the guy," Nadine told the martabak seller.
"But neng, this is the one who ordered first," replied the woman.
"Heh you," call Nadine.
"Do you you, I have a name of times?" Ray's.
"I don't care, should I call you anj*ng?" ask Nadine.
"Then you're the cat" replied Ray.
I don't know, every time they meet must be a fuss already rich dogs and cats only.
"Usually if a young man and a girl like to make a fuss if they meet in the future will be a match," said the martabak seller.
"Okay," answered the two simultaneously.
"That's the answer at once.
"No way," again the two answered simultaneously.
Women selling sweet martabak to laugh with their behavior.
"Why Mom!" ask her new husband.
"That's a young man today going out in a fight" the woman replied.
Not long after Ray's order was ready, and Ray immediately paid for the martabak.
"Mas money mostly," said the woman.
"You guys have the same girl, ma'am," said Ray.
"It's still more mas," the woman shouted because Ray was already away.
"Make mom alone," Ray did not lose shouting as well.
Finally the woman received the money and did not forget to say thank you.
"It turns out he's good too" Nadine murmured inwardly.
"This is the order," the woman directed martabak to Nadine, Nadine jolted because she had daydreamed.
"Oh yes, ma'am, thank you" said Nadine and left the place.
"Lumayan can martabak free," Nadine's inner self with a smile.
"If you see the handsome is also a boy," muttered Nadine when she was in the car, then went from that place to return home.
"Apes really today, even met the nahusahin girl again," murmured Ray while driving a car.
Ray shook his head to expel his evil thoughts. During this time Ray never served a girl, but instead he was more chatty than Ram the younger brother.
"What happened to me, why is it as if I wasn't the real me when I met that girl" he murmured again.
Ray tried to shake his mind as he recalled when he kissed Nadine's lips, the tiny red lips became a palanquin to him. Ray started thinking evil.
"How can I kiss those lips again!" inner Ray.
Shortly after Ray arrived at the Henderson mansion, Ray parked his car. Being assigned to have his brother's car, only Raffa's car that does not exist, meaning Raffa has not returned.
"Mommy, here I buy sweet martabak," said Ray while handing over the plastic bag, Diva also welcomed him. Then Diva told the waiter to present it, not to forget also the waiter remained part.
"How do you do, baby" asked Diva.
"Mom's habit, everything is smooth" Ray replied
"Honey, they have grown up no longer need to be spoiled," said Darmendra who immediately embraced his wife.
"Daddy is old, not a good match for Mommy," Ray sneered.
"This is my wife up to Daddy dong, you want to find a wife there so that it can be spoiled," said Darmendra.
"Yes, then I take a shower, Mom" said Ray, then he immediately ran into the elevator.
While elsewhere, Raffa who just returned from his company. Accidentally seeing a girl being bullied by thugs, Raffa immediately stopped his car, the girl was already frightened to see a big-bodied thug.
Without saying anything Raffa immediately kicked the thug bok*ng to fall onto the asphalt. The other thug wants to help but he has not been able to help his friend, Raffa has already kicked the thug, so that he even toppled over the paved. The two thugs got up to reply to Raffa, the thug raised his fist and was arrested by Raffa and then turned back until the thug's hand was locked. The other thug was also about to fight, but not yet, the thug was kicked by Raffa until the thug fainted.
"Are you okay?" raffa asked the girl, the girl shook her head.
"Where is the night like this!" ask Raffa again.
"You go to work, sir" the girl replied nervously.
"Night night go to work? what job?" ask Raffa again.
"I work in the cafe, sir, once a week I sing in the cafe" replied the girl.
"What's your name?" ask Raffa.
The girl was silent for a moment, "my name is Prita sari sir," replied Prita nervously.
"Hmmm, let me take you to your place of work" Raffa asked.
"Thank you very much, sir, but I'm on a bicycle" replied Prita.
"Yes already heart-hearted, night-walking crime-prone. You should learn martial arts in order to keep yourself from the bad guys," Raffa advised.
Because of his pity, Raffa also accompanied Prita who cycled with his car, he followed Prita to work.
"Here's Ric cafe" Raffa murmured in his heart.
"Thank you sir, I have arrived" said Prita.
"So you work here?" raffa asked, Prita nodded.
"Yes, then I go home first" said Raffa.
"One more time thank you, sir," said Prita, then he went into the cafe.
Prita works at this cafe only once a week as a singer. And paid 300 thousand, from 7 pm to 11 pm. And during the day she worked in the restaurant as a waiter, from 8am to 5pm. All of that to finance their families, Prita willingly dropped out of school to become the backbone of the family, his two younger siblings are still in school, his mother works as a laundry worker, and his father works as a building porters.
Raffa arrived at the mansion at 9 pm, he looked very tired, Raffa went straight into his room and to the bathroom to clean himself up, after finishing the bath and fully dressed Raffa went down and went to the kitchen because he was hungry, he saw the rice and leftover side dishes earlier, so he ate. The residents of the mansion were already in their respective rooms.
Prita Sari's.
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