Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Eat You

"Jeffs... There's a phone." Dion's propping up his phone.

Jeffry paused his work. He grabbed Dion's phone and stuck it in his ear.

"Yes, Jeffry here..."

Duileee, Jeffry's language is starting to catch Dion.

"It's Papa son..."

Jeffry cringed the eel, not Mahendra's voice. Which other man did I become his father?

Jeffry looked at Dion for an answer. Dion codes with mouth movements.

A n t o n i o.

That's how Dion's mouth spelled.

"Eh, Anton, what about Om?"

"Geez, Papa would like to apologize, son. About Sofia..."

Jeffry responded immediately.

"It's okay Om... Maybe it should be like this. A month is not long. A month, no more, Om?" Ask Jeffry was. Antonio may contact him to talk about the extension of Sofia's stay.

Duuhh, snag...

There was noise from there.

"Om you know misses are hard? Nor will it be strong with diginiin." Jeffrey is getting serious.

Antonio was even more cackling.

"No, no. Listen to me, son. First, from now on don't call me Om, call me Papa."

Jeffry was silent, what did Antonio mean? This sounds like a father who has let his son marry, right?

"Sofia's coming home today..."

"Huh?" Jeffry was shocked to mix his mouth, he jumped from his seat.

Dion follow kepo.

"Sejam again the boy's landing. You pick him up. This is as Papa's apology to you has separated you all along. Go Jeff..."

"Eh, okay Om. Uh, Pa..."

Antonio turned off his call. Jeffry returned Dion's phone, and snatched Dion's car keys.

"Borrow a moment, urgent!" Jeffry shouted while running.

"Be careful not to install!" Shouted Dion.

Too late, Jeffry has hit Tiana and the pile of files.

"JUPRIII...!" Tiana evaporated her emotions. His voice rose five octaves, until one room looked at him.

"YOU'RE CRAZY, THE ROAD DOESN'T USE YOUR EYES!" Hardik. All the luggage is scattered on the floor. He had to rearrange the papers that were bent so nicely.

Oh, my God, there's still a lot of work. And it won't be finished in just an hour.

"Aduuuhhh, my aunt walks with her feet instead of using her eyes. Sorry, this hasty rush. Not helping later. Unplug first..."

"Heyy... "

Too late, Jeffry had already passed leaving Tiana with a waistline holding back the anger until her breath rose and fell.

***

Violin's been sleeping a week, eating badly. It looks like a dangdut song.

His feelings are anxious, leaving for work like there is someone who is always watching. To take a shower should be accompanied, if not Sofia, Pamela. Depends on where you stay at home.

Damn, sometimes both compact left Vio for the sake of ngedate with a girlfriend.

If so, Vio had to not take a shower.

Not a slob yes, Vio can't afford if you have to te lan jang without anyone around. At least accompany outside the bathroom.

It was like someone was ready to pounce on him at any moment. His form does not exist, but his presence is felt, like a demon. Separah this Damar effect in Vio's life.

He was in Switzerland this week.

From what Vio tried to avoid Damar, until he finally felt he had to face the man as soon as possible.

This cannot be allowed to continue. Violin's going crazy.

Come to think of what to fear? Vio was not a weak woman, he would definitely fight with all his might. Hufftt.

Damar man who has his own aura, difficult to describe with words. But Vio admits in his heart that Damar is special.

Is this a sign Vio is starting to like Damar?

No, no. It's not like that. Admitting doesn't mean liking, does it? Sometimes our country's detergents like to misrepresent.

Outside of his mischievous attitude, Damar was different.

This afternoon, after work, Vio deliberately walked alone through the city park. He needed to breathe fresh air for his sanity.

The twilight in this city is not too beautiful, the air is also not clean. But looking out for interesting things like this makes Vio excited again.

He ordered a siomay that happened to run off at the end of the park. The seller was a very old man. The father's hand shook when pouring peanut seasoning.

"Mango, Neng." Said the father, handing over the siomay bowl.

Violin received it excitedly. He only ordered half a portion, afraid not to run out if a full portion. It's a shame that it was thrown out, right?

He scoops up his mouthful of food, it's delicious. The fuel is not neg, the siomay is also soft. This is really good for a street-side snack level like this.

Violin glanced at the father's wagon, there was still a lot of merchandise. The day starts at night. At what time did this father stop? There were no buyers approaching.

This wagon is less interesting with the siomay cart next door which is more innovative and contemporary. Pink with flickering lights and a sweet seat.

It was in complete contrast to this father's cart. Just a makeshift wagon, a little yellow light and some paint peeling off over here. Even so this wagon is clean, the seller also looks clean.

Also available bench only two pieces of plastic stools that end dent.

Violin looked at the father, pity.

"Sir, buy all that?"

The voice of a man who suddenly approached the father of the seller siomay.

The father's eyes sparkled, "really this?" the father between believing does not believe.

"Yes, please share..." The man opened his wallet and handed him a red note.

"Oh, Den. This is most of the people."

"Take it, it's your fortune."

"Alhamdulillah. May Allah replace the same more yes, Aamiin." The sincere father's prayer. His eyes glazed over her. Damar helped assure the father's prayer.

Tonight the father of auto came home early, his trading was up. Unlike yesterday, which is always a lot left over.

Deftly the father wrapped his wares, out of nowhere people knew there was a free siomay, flocking to the siomay wagon.

There is a free turn on Grecep. Typical citizens plus six two.

"Sok a hero." Cibir Violin while glancing at Damar. The man wears a white t-shirt and black jeans complete with sneaker shoes. Looks like an ABG teenager.

Damar took the siomay bowl from Vio's hand, then ate the rest until it ran out.

"Add Sir." Damar asked the father to fill his bowl again.

"Ready, Den." He gladly served Damar. The smile could not be separated from the old man's lips.

"Worthy of curusan, eat it a little bit. It's only been a week left, cheeks are peyot that." Damar poked Violin's cheek with his finger.

Vio dodged, "don't do anything." He threw out Damar's hand.

"Eat a lot, after this there are still many things you have to do."

"Well full." Vio dispelled the spoon Damar thrust in front of his mouth. "Some of this is going home, sleeping."

Damar poked next to his eyebrows, "it looks like before going to Switzerland I told you after coming home directly proposing to you, right? Tonight, you."

Violin glared, "don't be crazy, Damar!" hissing. "Not funny, tauu!"

"Loh, I'm serious Vio. At this time you are still in a daze, even though at home everything is ready. My food is susulin. I won't wait long."

Damar said that without any burden at all. It's like going out to buy sugar at a stall.

"Are there other foods you want to eat?" Tawar Damar's.

"Yes, I want to eat you." Answer Vio judes.

"Wow, I like that! You're aggressive as well..."

***