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The proposal?

Niken who was affected by Cindy's speech was a bit horrified and slowly opened the paper bag. The box came out of the box and found three boxes of sweet martabak with the brand A'a on a sticker that was stuck in the box. There are three different flavors in the sweet martabak.

"Well, this is from Anjas!" exclaim Cindy who remembers very well the outlets they have been to and the trademarks they use.

"Means safe this Cin, do not need to fear there is poison," kekeh Niken considering they had been bad to think.

"Call the other friends dong Cin, we eat rame-rame, not this abis I eat alone. I'll take a sideline first." Niken spoke while unrolling a towel in her hair.

Cindy immediately shot up as fast as lightning calling their roommates who were on the second floor. There is free food and this rare opportunity should not be wasted. Cindy just called the occupants on the second floor because when calling the first floor occupants as well, the martabak of only three boxes would not be enough to be divided.

"Well, often like Nik gini, can improve this nutrition because it is filled with free food continues," said Anna while bribing a piece of matcha-flavored martabak.

"This is not a nutritional improvement but increases fat if eaten every day," refuted Febi but his mouth still bribes his cheese.

"I didn't say I ate every day, I just said a lot" Anna said.

"Yes, it adds fat often." It seems Febi does not want to lose let alone there are other suggestions from friends Niken who commented.

Niken kept quiet and opened his phone. Fun to enjoy this free sweet martabak until you forget to say thank you to the one who gave. In the way, Anjas contacts and immediately Niken sends him a message.

Thanks to Njas, the martabaknya I already enjoy with my friends. So much you say, three free boxes. Don't go bankrupt often.

After sending a reply came five minutes later.

I didn't send martabak. Here I am again at home not yet gone to the booth. Brother Andre who today opened a booth.

Niken frowned reading a reply from Anjas. Don't tell me this is a prankster like I thought it was with Cindy. But clearly the A'a brand is listed in the box and it is definitely the martabak produced from Niken outlets.

Seriously, you have no delivery? I got three boxes, brand A'a. That's not from your gallery?

Niken deg-degan waits for a reply from Anjas to a high sound coming from his phone, as fast as lightning he opens. The sound of laughter from his friends who were enjoying martabak was not heard. Niken was very afraid if it was not Anjas who sent this martabak.

Martabak A'a brand is definitely from our booth. Seriously, I don't send.

Okay then! Maybe my other friend sent this. I'll ask the others later.

In the end it was the only reply that Niken could send. Thought the martabak box and all that was left was the box. Niken thought if until the martabak there is poison then all the inhabitants of the second floor will die with a mouth that may be frothy.

When Niken was raging with bad thoughts, the message notification on his phone rang. Niken initially suspected it was a reply from Anjas but as soon as he opened the phone, he found a new number sending a message.

The mail from me has arrived, right?

Niken who was curious about the figure of the sender also immediately replied.

It's been. This who?

The mail from me has arrived, right?

Niken who was curious about the figure of the sender also immediately replied.

It's been. This who?

Andrey!

Niken breathed a sigh of relief once he knew that Andre was the one who sent the martabak. Congratulations on the lives of the inhabitants of the second floor, did not die in a terrible way.

Niken saved his phone and joined the chat exciting friends who were talking about the latest artist gossip.

***

After Andre sent him three martabak boxes that almost made Niken think badly, their relationship grew closer. They met often and sent messages. More precisely Andre who often visited Niken to his boarding house.

Exactly two months since they got closer, Andre expressed love and Niken who had long admired Andre's figure happily nodded his head. Although Niken feels that their relationship is smooth and unhindered, Niken still believes she will try to live this relationship as well as possible.

Occasionally Niken remembered by Juna kampret saying that relationships that lack greget and not many obstacles are mostly not matchless. Niken tried to dismiss Juna's empty speech even though sometimes the speech disturbed his mind.

"Sister-in-law, can I take you home?"

Niken who had just come out of the entrance and exit at the Salwa boutique and was down playing the phone almost dropped the object he was holding when he heard the sound.

"Ngagetin anyway," Niken said.

Anjas just chuckled softly, "Well do I drive you home?"

Niken was silent for a moment, "Where are you from? How come it's here?"

"I want to shop for the store. Yok come along all bring the groceries," invite Anjas as good as jidat.

"You're benefiting me?!"

"Hehehe, don't suudzon it's brother-in-law. Just bring some groceries, "kekeh Anjas makes Niken want to not want to go too to the boncery of the motorbike that Anjas brings.

Niken is actually tired and wants to rest immediately but can not refuse when Anjas asked her to shop. Usually, once in a while Andre will pick him up for work and take him home but today his lover is opening the booth faster than usual because it's Sunday night.

After going around from one store to another to buy flour and all the necessities to make martabak, Anjas dropped off Niken at the booth and he went home to store the groceries they had bought. Usually Andre and Anjas process the dough at home and when the dough has been finished, it is brought to the store for the next to be made martabak if someone orders.

"Kok you can be with Anjas?" asked Andre was surprised when he found his girlfriend was in a conversation with Anjas while bringing the need for equipment to make martabak.

"Yes, he had come to the boutique and asked for a shopping meeting" replied Niken as he sipped the mineral water that Andre had left behind.

"Yes, that boy. Next time you don't want to ask for a shopping meeting. Surely you haven't been back to the boarding house either, have you?"

Niken nodded because that was the truth. The body feels sticky and it is very anxious to flush it with water.

"I bought it, but it's here because there's no one to guard it. What do you want to eat?" hail Andre while stroking Niken's hair. Niken tilted her body away, must be her hair was limp, she felt insecure in touch Andre.

"I just went home, brother," reject Niken not tasty. Afraid of interrupting Andre's work as well.

"Eat first I just drove home. And Anjas came. What do you want to eat let me buy you!"

Niken circulated his gaze and his eyes went around looking at the stalls lined with all the menu options ready to be ordered. Niken called one that attracted his taste and Andre quickly ordered the menu that Niken wanted.

They eat in the stalls with lesehan. When viewed from the outside must be this outlet like no one is waiting. The clock shows at seven p.m., and Andre says the crowd starts at eight o'clock.

"How much you gonna fare, Nik? 20 yes?" asked Andre on the sidelines of their eating activities.

Niken was surprised by the question asked by Andre but did not mind he nodded as well.

"You have no desire to get married yet?" ask Andre again.