Step On Me
Ask Sajen

Three hours and twenty-seven minutes and fifteen seconds to be exact, I cried roaring until the eyeliner was gone. The kava? Tuh son again I law standing with one foot in the corner while the nose jewel let me stick a little.

"Udahlah, Ma. Rice is tumpeng. Why are you crying again?" Kava tried to cheer me up.

"Have that shit!" I snapped at him, continuing to swallow the snot that came out. "I have no price in front of Sandi! Where do you put this face, huh!"

"Yes put it there, where else do you want it?" Kava said lightly.

Taking advantage of a situation where I was careless and not careful, Kava lowered one leg and took off his own jewelry. "Don't say that, Mom. My pride should have been ruined" said the man, boiling my blood.

"Kok being you?" I didn't realize he was sitting in my front seat.

"What's wrong, Mom? Zipper my pants, who was that nurunin? How should I explain it to Mr Sandi?"

I'm flickering. This is a child!

"I've never dropped a zipper! You're the one making it!" My index finger is pointing at his face.

"I can't make it like that, Mom. It usually makes another. Em.. make a child for example. Yuk, Mum? We make it up." Again, the neat rows of teeth that he showed off.

"Hhh... Anyway I don't want to know. You should be clear with Sandi. I don't want Sandi to misunderstand!" Less fierce what am I? Until Kava brushed.

"Spray, ma'am," said Kava, scooping his own face.

Huh, what is it?

I continued to sit back elegantly.

"Mother, calm down. Let me take care of it. I also later explained that the password is macem-macem. Anyway everything is safe, serene, and in control," Lagak Kava sok iyes.

I leaned my body forward. "How do you want to explain?"

He immediately grinned. "Do you know or want to know?" His eyebrows go up and down.

Shit emang.

"Say no?" I ngancem.

"Sun first, just said," Without knowing herself, Kava patted her cheek.

I'm so disgusted, "Snut!"

"Well, if you don't want sun. And little else works."

"Successful from where? Didn't I see I was embarrassing myself?"

"That's proof, Mr. Boss, you've already noticed Mom."

"Sir Sandi notices me? When?" I got to the body with interest.

"Mom should thank me. Thanks to the incident just now Mr. Sandi became more familiar with Mother. He laughed, Mom. Maybe she thought this mom was funny. Try to think, of the many girls around Mr. Boss, only Mother who can make an unforgettable impression in front of Mr. Boss."

Kava flicked his finger. "It's definitely worthwhile, ma'am. Kan Pak Sandi is getting more and more mother's keinget continues. That's an amazing achievement."

"Oh that's it," I'm gutted. "Keep this out, what do I do?"

Kava leaned his back on the chair with his hands across his chest. "If you want to be told, there's a sajennya."

This demon is a child.

I follow the nyender on the back of the chair and cross the legs. "Ck, many wants. What are you asking for?"

The tip of Kava's lips immediately pulled upwards. "I told you yesterday. Make fried rice! I should have charged this morning for breakfast but it's okay I give mom 1 time 24 hours relaxation."

"Religion. I can't cook!" Ask for what is the origin not told to the kitchen. Mending me swipe a card instead of telling me to cook.

"Yes dong Bu's business. What's wrong with pleasing a future husband?"

I immediately advanced the body. "Sandi likes girls who can cook, huh?"

Kava looks rough. He retreated his chair and stood up. "Learn on google, Mom. Fried rice shrimp paste half-cooked eggplant. Okay well? I'm waiting for lunch tomorrow."

Before I could respond, Kava was already lost behind the door while mamerin a distinctive grin that adorned the cheeks.

Should I really cook for Kava? How do my nails try? Bye bye kitty we're not hello.

I continue to ngide. Aha, can I just keep pretending to cook by myself. My brain is brilliant in the affairs of the intellect outsmart.

One message came in.

Kava Marketing: I definitely know that you do not cook yourself

Kava Marketing: Caught buying our deal void.

How does that kid read my mind?

I: Where do you know?

Kava Marketing: I have a sixth sense.

I : Your sixth bald Indra.

Kava Marketing: How do you know my head is bald?

I: Bacot once again I block!

Kava Marketing: Oh head down the point, Mom?

I: You number has been blocked

Let's leave, come here later if you need to. Fucking kava. Hhh..galamat cook really me!