The Charm of Love Amartha
Unobvious

"Cock smelling jasmine, Bang?" ask Prisha.

"Nothing, don't nag!" satya.

"Oh Allah, Ma'am .. has a really fierce husband," Prisha nyinyirin her brother.

"Maybe a laxity effect, Sha.." replied Amartha.

"That's not the effect of slackness but of fidelity" said Prisha, Amartha only held back her laughter

"Where are we going, anyway?" ask Prisha.

"It is clear to a place that can make you full" replied Satya.

"Not far, going to a fast food restaurant?" ask Prisha again.

"Whisper, Mon! besides you usually go alone with your friends," said Satya who now turns his steering to the left.

"Why don't you want to follow, can't you?" ask Prisha.

"If I really can't, you disturb the problem .. but because my beautiful wife is ngajak, yes what is it okay to do." said Satya while glancing at his wife.

After 20 minutes of travel, Satya finally stopped his car at a lamongan store. Warung tent but looks very clean and neatly arranged.

"This is the place?" ask Amartha.

"Yes, here I help." replied Satya while opening his wife's seat belt.

"We ate pecel lele?" ask Prisha.

"No! but spagetti.." chirped Satya.

"That's a big piece of writing is still nanya aja," continued Satya.

"Yes kirain right we want to eat at the restaurant, tau gini right I just wear the same shirt jeans.." grumbled Prisha.

Satya immediately walked around, opening the car door for his wife.

"Be careful, dear." said Satya while helping his wife to get out of the car.

"Thank you, Mas..."

The three of them entered the tent stall that was too modern when compared to other roadside tent stalls. From the start all the items in the stall were all not commonplace items in the market. Suspicion in Amartha's heart.

"Order what, Yank?" satya asked Amartha who still saw the menu list.

"The cat is like a chicken" said Amartha.

"If you are, Mon?" ask Satya.

"Fried ducks, two servings of rice" answered Prisha.

"That's it again, what the hell are you, Mon?" seloroh Satya's.

"Oh, yes I added iced oranges." said Amartha.

"I want some orange ice too!" said Prisha.

"The ensemble is many!" prisha.

Satya mentioned her order to one of the servants who approached their table.

"This one has no teak what, huh?" suddenly Amartha made a sound, while looking at the atmosphere of the stall.

"Why, Yank?" satya asked, he linked his two thick eyebrows.

"All the goods are not cans, big capital nih stalls," said Amartha.

"A spoon in this wrap, it is not everywhere there is also a pecel lele stall there is a spoon that is like a gini," said Amartha who pointed to a spoon with grapu and tissue wrapped in plastic.

"Yes who have hygienic desire." replied Satya who played tissue in her hand.

"Your ass" said Amartha, Satya only smiled without answering.

"I've never eaten on the side of the road so I can't comment" Prisha said.

Before long their order came, the savory aroma of chicken, duck and catfish had invited hunger in the stomach of the three.

"Have you, Mon!" said Satya who shifted the fried duck towards Prisha.

"Thanks" said Prisha, opening a straw pack and sipping fresh orange ice in the throat.

"I wash my hands first" said Amartha, who was in Prisha and satya, who guarded the table. After the two women returned, Satya went to wash her hands in the sink located not far from the place.

"You eat with your hands?" ask Prisha. He's just like that but his mind's out somewhere.

"Well, is that the foot's lifetime? not polite," said Satya while picking chicken meat and then poking it on sambel. Prisha was confused as to what to do. Finally he opened the spoon and fork that was still wrapped. His brain is blank.

"Sha's? can't you eat rice by hand?" amartha asked after swallowing her food.

"Can" said Prisha irit.

"Oh, yeah? I washed my hands, why open the spoon" said Prisha.

"It's hard to eat a duck with a spoon!" said Satya.

"Mon, look here! how much is this, Mon?" tanya Satya raised her index finger and her middle finger made the letter V.

"Five!" answer Prisha ngasal.

"Fix has cleared your brain, Mon!" Satya's clanking coconuts, uh heads.

Amartha seemed to enjoy the food very much, as well as Prisha who was too eager and ate like a person who did not eat for a week. Satya who bribed the last bribe into her mouth was finally unable to bear to not comment on her sister.

"Mon, eling Mon! eat slowly," said Satya.

"Bang pesenin fried chicken one more, dong!" said Prisha who raised one of her index fingers.

"What are you in a trance, anyway? you feel you can't eat much, why else?" satya asked, Amartha only turned to Prisha who happened to be sitting next to her.

"It's okay," said Prisha who sipped her orange ice, she wiped her mouth with a tissue and continued to condense the fried duck meat that stayed a little.

"Liat's brother, Sha.." said Satya suddenly.

"Why again? what did you hit your head this morning?" ask Satya. Prisha just shook her head, Satya saw her sister looking down to hide her face while her mouth just kept eating.

Satya sighed, he looked towards his wife. Amartha sniffed her shoulders, nor did she understand what had happened to her sister-in-law.

"Yes ... the chicken man's brother is one more," said Satya, he immediately got up to wash his hands. Then he ordered one fried chicken and one orange ice for Prisha's head.

After ordering an additional menu, Satya sat back in her chair.

"Tell me, said Mas. The food here is really good, I want to wrap," said Amartha.

"Maybe, I'll retire again." said Satya smiling as her eyes glanced at her sister.

Shortly after the second order came, Satya put fried chicken and sambal and lalapannya in front of Prisha.

"Mon, the chicken ... watch out for the peck!" chirps Satya.

"What, anyway? not funny to know! where can fried chicken be eaten?" sahut Prisha's.

"Mas, I want to wash my hands first" said Amartha as he got up from his seat.

"Yes, do you want me anther?" satya asked to stand up, Amartha shook her head. Satya finally sat back down and just watched his wife walk away.

"Mas!" satya called for a servant. Then he mentioned his order to take home.

Finished washing her hands with water, Amartha sat back on the chair opposite her husband. While Prisha still keeps her food. Sometimes his mouth sucks cold orange water.

"Mon.." call Satya, Amartha glared at him.

"Maisha..." Satya is correcting her call.

"Prishas? same story brother, actually why you? although you are not a good listener, you do not want to listen to everything yourself" said Satya. Amartha stroked Prisha's back.

"My girlfriend mutusin akuuuuuuuuuuu!" exciting Prisha. Amartha and Satya stroked her chest in shock as the girl suddenly made a sound.

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