The Singers
022. Street food part II

The streets turned out to be crowded, it was not wrong that Amira was wearing clothes that covered her so that she was not recognized. Amira is quite professional in traveling aka run away by herself. Amira always prepares herself when traveling out without an assistant because it will definitely bother so she as much as possible closes herself so as not to look people.

Really, so the artist is Amira's regret for the rest of her life. He lives not free, always restrained, his life is like without privacy.there are always those who follow him, some even hate him when he is silent. Moreover, journalists are hungry for information that they are ready to sell to the media. However, from there also Amira can take a positive direction, he has people who always make him excited that his fans who always support him with pride they will always protect him as well.

It's enough to talk about his life, let's see Alkan's expression when he first set foot on the fifth leg. Amira thinks this guy will be more or maybe it will be ogah-ogahan. His perception turned out to be wrong, he was compared back to what Amira had expected. The man eagerly wanted to try tasting the entire food sold there.

Amira gets confused, she's a real rich guy, right? His face showed that even he could not wait to try one by one the food lined up there with carts that were smoking each other as a result of the cooking they were cooking.

"What do we want to eat?" Ask in an impatient tone.

Amira looked at the man beside her cengo, "Euh. What do you want to eat?"

"I'm curious about the food, fried chicken, right? The money is delicious, I have never tried to eat from a gini seller. Wanna?" Alkan pointed to angkringan selling fried chicken and other chicken bodies.

"Byeah, yummy loh. Yuk!" Alkan excitedly followed Amira in the back. Walk casually towards the angkringan seller.

Angkringan is simple, put on a mat and then given a fairly small table for customers to eat later.

"We... Did he sit down?" His whisper with a confused face.

It's so funny, Amira wants to take a picture of the man if she can. Devote the moment of an Alkan who included a list of the richest people eating on the side of the road. Well, you can guess how the netizen responses, they will certainly increasingly glorify an Alkan, already handsome, intelligent, simple people too! It would be.

"Yes, why? Want to find somewhere else?" Bargain Amira before they actually order.

"Geo, come on!"

It seemed that her curiosity overcame the strange taste of eating while sitting below, plus the outskirts of the road.

They queued up to choose what to want, Alkan glanced forward like this guy was really curious.

"What do they sell, Mi?"

"There's catfish, ducks, same chicken." Obviously because he had used to order this food from goodood or when he was in college, he often stopped by here.

"Yeah? I guess fried chicken."

Finally it was their turn, given containers and chopsticks to pick up the ingredients to fry. Alkan's face returned cengo making Amira laugh.

Perhaps, according to Alkan especially his profession of a doctor. It's too terrible let alone he's used to eating the finished, but this he saw the raw even though it's seasoned, still make him shudder plus a lot of offal (chicken organs) there that can be fried.

"Why?" Tanya Amira resuscitated the man's daydream.

"Fine."

"Huh?"

"I'm horrified." He said slowly while whispering.

"Why?"

"I remember the operating room."

Amira laughed that day too. He saw Alkan's gaze on the chicken's innards. It seems that even though he is not a veterinarian, it still reminds him.

"You don't have to wait. It's delicious, what do you want? Let me take it." The offer, it looks like tonight Amira turned into a jail and also kind.

"I want an ordinary chicken, don't use the innards." She said she was afraid of sounding someone else.

Amira quickly took the part she wanted and handed it to the seller to fry immediately. The aroma of the seasoning from the frying pan burst out plus the floating wind makes the aroma of the spice fly.

Amira invites Alkan to sit at an empty table. They were sitting in a corner, behind them was an empty field that they liked to wear, but the field was fenced by a high black fort.

"It's a good series, right? If it's not good, I'm asking for responsibility, yes."

What responsibility? What is he impregnating this man to ask for all responsibility.

"Responsibly yourself! You're the one who's coming with me here."

"I didn't know you were coming here. I thought you were eating at the hotel."

"Jude is wrong."

"I know that your appearance is rich means you want to get out of the cage" he said to make Amira confused.

"meaning?"

"I want to fit you in Bali, hide in my car. Your appearance is rich with creepy thief, now turn all black more to rich ninja maybe, huh?" Evidently.

Amira chuckles at that, Amira rarely laughs when near Alkan. Or even never before? However, this time he only realized that the sound of Amira's laughter was very crisp, it felt like he always wanted to hear it repeatedly, like a recording of the sound that he would always play when he wanted it.

Their food came quickly, Amira immediately thanked the seller who had delivered it.

Rice, chicken, sambal and lalapannya. Complete to eat. Amira wanted to rush to eat.

"I know you don't like offal, but I deliberately took a bowel. You should try this fried gut, tau tau. Seriously, if I lie, I'll pay you." He said while putting the intestinal satay on the Alkan feeding container.

Alkan smiled accepting it, then tried it. He nodded his fist like he was permeating the taste in the gut. "Enak turned out, thank you, yes" His smile was still expanding.

Amira nodded, "Okay, let's eat."

"Wait, which spoon?" He asked when he realized that there was no spoon other than a spoon in a sauce container.

Amira immediately laughed again, "Eating with no spoon, use your hands, can't you?" Challenge him while raising his eyebrows.

"Seriously? How will you wash your hands?"

"Yes, use water."

"Emang there's a sink here? a hand wash?" Ask with a plain face.

"Ngga, use plain water. The water in this fireplace," Amira pointed to the container filled with water.

Didn't think the water was for them to drink, was it a blaze for them to wash their hands? So where do they drink?

"When you drink?"

"Drink this, anget tea." Amira took a teapot and poured it into a glass, filled with tea full of tea into the glass and then put it in front of Alkan.

"Sweet tea?"

"Tea angel bargained." He said with a reassuring smile, that this meal would be exciting.