You Are My Sunshine
The Part 116
After the death of Wira, Bu Rina giggled amusedly to see the prospective father believe just like that with his words. As a woman she had also experienced how her name cravings, so she was very understanding of what Dara felt now.
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The handsome man parked his car haphazardly near the location of the fruit seller, but he did not find the seller in question. The hero randomized his coarse hair while circulating his gaze around making sure back that this was the right location, but it was true that the place was there.
Perplexed, where to find the seller now? If you do not get it then how to persuade Dara and finish already the history of his bed, also about the myth mentioned by Bu Rina was really disturbing his calm.
His eyes caught several people in yellow clothes carrying brooms sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, they are street sweepers who are resting tired under the shade of trees embedded along the side of the sidewalk.
His feet hurried to step, Wira was about to ask and hope they knew the information about the existence of the seller of rujak who often held there.
"Sorry to disturb you for a moment sir, maybe you know where the street vendor who went this afternoon went?" The hero asked one of the street sweepers.
"Oooh... The seller of mashed rujak is it?" saith.
"It's right sir. It was noon right under this big tree, but now where did it go?" asked the Wira back with a look of puzzled face.
"If it had been this afternoon usually have gone home and moved around the field near his home, he never went out until evening here. What is it gonna take, sir?" the father asked back.
Seeing the figure of Wira from head to toe he was very curious, why people perlente with a high-end look is looking for the existence of a simple mashed street seller who sells on the sidewalk.
"Actually this is sir. My wife is pregnant young and wants to eat rujak which is commonly sold here right now, she does not want to be replaced with rujak from other sellers," said Wira who then rubbed his nape riled.
"Oalah. Cravings people should indeed be obeyed, later afraid of their children ileran if not deliverable. Just try to follow it to the field near his home, maybe the track is still there. It's in a small alley down the street. It's just that to get there you have to go into the alley on foot for about a hundred meters" explained the father.
The hero is increasingly disturbed, said Bu Rina and the father is stating the same thing, that if not obeyed later what about the fate of his son.
"Thank you for the information, sir, then I'll say goodbye."
Wira breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the existence of the father who was selling on the sidewalk was really there. The seller was seen busy serving buyers who were mostly children and teenagers who were playing on the field.
With a thousand steps Wira approached, making the middle-aged man of the street vendor a little surprised by his arrival, but then he remembered that at noon he had seen Wira who approached the sales pitch but then passed away.
"Can I help you, sir?" ask the seller.
"I want to buy a Rujak. My wife is pregnant young and wants to eat rujak made by Father," said Wira politely expectantly.
"Ah so apparently. If not wrong last afternoon you had stopped by my sales stall on the sidewalk?" tanyakanya.
"Really Sir. It was just that suddenly there was business so I was in a hurry to leave, and when I returned to the place of sale it turned out that Father had come home, so I followed here." Wira was meant to cover up his prestige.
"But it seems like the recipe is only for one serving, how?"
"No sir, one serving is enough. The important thing is that my wife's wishes are fulfilled" Pinta Wira expectantly.
"Sir wait a minute, I will make it," said the father was friendly.
"Thank you, thank you very much Sir," said Wira gratefully.
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