The Idaman Mas Duda
Chapter 21 Want to Eat Cilor Puncture

When passing through a street market. Hanum saw there was a sale of skewers. It was his favorite food. Hanum had never tasted the food again for the last time she ate it while she was alive and often made it for her.

Hanum actually really wanted the food but unfortunately he did not have any money while to borrow Abygiel and ask to stop there it must be very embarrassing.

So how do I feel that food again? Cook yes I ask money to Mas Aby the effect is very duitan eyes?

Long biting hard and close, Hanum suddenly stopped Abygiel's car.

"Mas, Stop!"

Cieeet mak!

Abygiel was shocked to have to step on the brake suddenly right near the cilorist. Luckily the streets were quiet so there were no vehicles behind who were surprised because of Hanum's ridiculous actions.

"What the hell is it, Num. Do you think it works?" Abygiel. I don't know why Hanum's presence always makes Abygiel want to get angry.

"How many cilor's you want, Mas?" Ask the snack seller after serving his last customer. Of course he thought Abygiel was going to buy because it stopped very close.

"Oh... What is food?" Abygiel wanted to dodge but Hanum had a chance to directly support the seller's offer.

"Well, that's good. Cobain you sure you like it?"

"Higienic is not this?"

"Yes obviously dong, Mas. Cook is dirty, what message do you want, Mom? Two huh?" but the seller who saw the contents of Abygiel's car was just the two of them.

"Then make two!" Abygiel thinks it never hurts to try.

Hanum smiled happily at that. He did not expect to taste his favorite food.

The suspicious Abygiel realized something, "Why smile? Oh yeah, I just found out now. You deliberately ngaggetin me so we stop here to buy that food?"

"What the hell, Mas? Seuzhon is working? Did I accidentally, you know? You mean?" Lirih Hanum at the end of her sentence.

"What did you say?" Apparently Abygiel could hear Hanum's tweets until finally a phone call stopped his anger.

Turns out it was Arsyad's assistant. He arrived in Jakarta and successfully completed their business with great satisfaction.

Boss, I'm in the office now...

"All right, come to my house tonight. I'm not feeling well today so go home faster!'

Good Boss...

"This is Den, the cilor!"

"How, Sir?" Abygiel asked again as he received the two packs of food.

"Thirty thousand, sir!"

Abygiel gave him fifty thousand, but when the seller gave him the change, Abygiel refused.

"Make it up, thank you, sir!"

Abygiel put the bag into the car chart and extended their vehicle. Hanum scowled with it. His hope to enjoy the cilor was so stifled. Abygiel never gave the cilor to him.

Abygiel chuckles at the look on Hanum's face. He deliberately did that only to prove his assumption earlier that Hanum deliberately pranked him.

"Buck...!"

"Why?" Abygiel stared coldly.

"Cilor wasn't eating right away. If the cold doesn't taste good?"

"As for me, want me to eat cake, want me to throw cake, that's my right, bothered to be a person?

Hanum pursed hearing that, "Why is that Mas? Weighing in the throw ya mending for me ajalah."

"Want to?"

"Can, if in love?" timpal Hanum who looked very excited.

Tuh bener? How it works basic helpers do not know themselves...

Abygiel stopped his car on the side of the road and pulled a pack of cilor and gave it to Hanum, "Your seed is cut?"

Hanum looked up with a gaping mouth at that, "Ma-he means?"

"Well, it's less clear I'm talking. Later your first salary from Oma you have to pay to me for the food you eat now, do not understand also?"

Hanum is considering Abygiel's offer. Actually He objected to it because Hanum wanted to raise a lot of money to treat the Father but He could drool if he did not accept it.

"You don't?" Abygiel again.

"Yes, yeah, cut it just fifteen?" Hanum took over the food and directly devoured it regardless of Abygiel's response.