You Are My Sunshine
The Part 59

Wira looked around when she reached the destination mentioned by Dara, since then her eyes searched for the location of the restaurant in question, but she did not find it.

"Is it really around here?" Wira opened the window of her luxury car and turned her head out.

"Yes, right here, let's go down." Dara opened her seatbelt and got out of the car. Then walk around approaching the open window near the seat of Wira.

"Snake down, I'm hungry" he whined.

"Yes, wait a minute." The woman closed the window, got out of her car and didn't forget to lock it.

"Where is the restaurant?" tanyanya.

"Tuuuh that one." Dara pointed her index finger at the fried rice vendor's tent on the side of the road.

"That's what you call a restaurant?" Wira glares at Dara.

"Who says restaurant, I don't say that, I just say the place I want to eat and it's there. If you want to be forgiven, Brother must eat here too, after all, Brother has promised so you can not protest!" he said cheerfully while squinting his eyes full of satisfaction then waltzing walk first to the tent stall leaving Wira who was still fixated as if reluctant to step.

Inevitably Wira finally followed Dara to the tent stall, this was the first time she had come to a place to eat on the side of the road like this. Dara, who was already sitting there, waved her hand and patted the chair next to her, gesturing for Wira to sit on the chair.

The handsome man with a towering sturdy body approached Dara, then even stunned never to sit down. As if hesitating, his eyes scanned the plastic tables and chairs that were there, then bowed his body slightly and whispered into Dara's ears.

"How about if we eat fried rice in my restaurant subscription only, there is guaranteed hygiene and the food ingredients used are in accordance with the standards of nutritionists." His whisper with a puff of hot breath that even makes Dara goosebumps and bristles.

Dara kept her ears away from the face of the Hero and her hands rubbed her ears that felt amused.

"I want to eat here! I don't care about the complicated standard that Brother mentioned earlier. But whatever, if you don't like it, please leave, and that means sorry I canceled," he said casually.

Dara actually laughed with satisfaction in her heart, she knew that Wira was a man who was crazy about cleanliness in any case, so the girl deliberately invited Wira here to work on him.

"When will you stand there? come sit down, people are watching us." Dara spoke slowly but in a pushy tone.

The hero circulated his gaze, and it was true that the people who were also eating at the stall were staring at him. Finally he strengthened himself to sit there, although in his brain continues to roll about germs and bacteria whatever perch on the chair and table.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Dara.

"Anything, whatever, matters quickly" he replied.

Dara ordered a serving of shrimp fried rice, because as she remembered, shrimp is one of the favorite menu of Wira. Although he invited her to eat to a place that hated the man, but at least the menu ordered is still adjusted to the taste of the Hero. Without being ruled, it turns out that he began to pay attention and worry about Wira, but Dara is still not aware of the growing sense in his heart.

Wira continued to circulate his uncomfortable gaze, even he sniffed his own clothes that were exposed to smoke from the rice cooking process because Dara chose a seat adjacent to the fried rice wagon.

A few minutes later their food came, Dara cupped her hands together with a happy smile because her favorite menu was presented in plain sight. The hero who saw him smile, it turns out that even a small thing like this can make Dara's eyes sparkle happily.

As Dara glanced at the plate of orders belonging to Wira, she picked it up and placed it in front of her.

"That's my order, why was it taken?" heroes Protest.

"Patience first, I forgot to not tell the seller's father to peel the warehouse. Brother used to choke on this sharp shrimp tail, right? I'll make it up, wait a minute." Dara took one by one the shrimp that had been mixed with rice using a spoon, then peeled it carefully and after completion he shifted the plate in front of the Hero.

"Eat, Brother, all the air is enough."

Dara refocused on his ordered food and immediately devoured it with joy, this is his favorite food, but he rarely ate it, used to Almira also often forbid it for reasons of hygiene.

The hero smiled, picked up a spoon and without hesitation fed the fried rice into his mouth, a sense of unease about the cleanliness of the place where the periphery was instantly gone, changing with a sense of happiness in his chest because of Dara's attention to him.