Don't Blame Me for Taking Your Wife
chapter 114

"Eat first La, before turning back."

Kayla nodded small. Then it's after Avan put a helmet on his head.

"What do you want to eat, La?" Avan asked on his way out of the percussion area of Alfalah mosque.

"Whatever, my mom."

"What does he want to eat? Meatballs, chicken noodles, or catfish pecel?"

"Ke resto mas Avan aja."

"Eeh, why?"

"Trial menu there."

"No, it's still quiet, La." Reject Avan chuckles small, then a little twinkling, "tomorrow if you're rame, embarrassed mas. No one can be arrogant, ntar."

"Yes, if it's lonely there, make nglarisin." Kayla.

"Eat meatballs, yes La." Avan Barid.

"Mas why the hell? Do you want to be in demand, don't you want to?"

"No, La. It's a little far from here, another time?"

Kayla felt a little annoyed at Avan, because she continued to resist when she wanted to just repay the kindness of the gondrong man by parading a resto.

"Go home, mas." - Kayla was upset.

"Eehh, why did you go back? Eat first, huh?"

"No need to go back." Ketus Kayla makes Avan silenced.

"You mad?"

No response from Kayla.

"Yes, to the restaurant." Avan resigned.

"Try the cake from earlier, no need to make me sprain." Kayla Mumbles.

Arriving at the parking lot of the restaurant owned by Avan, Kayla looked at the place thoroughly. Very crowded, even carved to the difficulty of arranging a parking motor.

"Rame is great, my mom."

"Night Sunday."

"So he said it was lonely."

"Yes, it's a normal day."

Kayla just nodded small. Then followed Avan who walked through the back door. From there Kayla can still see benches full of customers dominated by young people.

"Kyla!"

"Kyla!"

Kayla turned to the voice that called out to her. Some friends at Fatma Hospital sat on a bench and waved at him. Kayla smiled kindly at them, then looked back at Avan who was still walking in front of her.

"Mas!"

Avan.

"There's Kayla's friend over there. I was sorry first."

"Okay, I'll find an empty bench first." Light Avan.

After saying goodbye to Avan, Kayla greeted her friends.

"Who are you, La?" Ask his friend kepo.

"Friends."

"Not."

"If not a girlfriend can dong we scuffed..." Kayla's other friend teased.

"Whatever."

After chatting for a while with her friends, Kayla said goodbye after hearing Avan call.

"Here is it? No, no kitchen deket."

"No papa, ma'am."

After eating, Kayla walked to the cashier to pay. Indeed Kayla meant to take a meal at Avan's restaurant just to line up. Kayla's hand was held by Avan.

"Where are you going?"

"Cashier."

"You wait in the parking lot."

"No, Kayla came here would nglarisin his restaurant mas which he said was quiet." Kayla said a little quip, because in fact Avan's restaurant is very crowded, they even have difficulty finding an empty bench. Moreover, based on the story of his friends earlier, the restaurant was again hitz because it carries the theme of young people who are Instagramable.

Avan chuckled as he scratched his non-itchy head. Upon seeing Kayla step closer to the cashier, Avan quickly preceded. Then greet the cashier who just finished serving the buyer.

"Sir Avan..."

"Two seafood nasgor, one warm tea and one orange ice." Cut Avan mentioned the order while handing the red money to the cashier.

"Kok mas paid, anyway?" Kayla protest felt bad.

"Kan, the mas who ate." Avan replied lightly, Kayla moved her lips a few inches.

After receiving the change and they're on their way back to Kayla's house. The girl continued to pout and did not say a word. He was upset because the intention of the heart to repay Avan's kindness by inheriting his resto instead failed. Avan glanced at Kayla from her motorbike, then gave a small smile.

"La?"

Kayla is tight-lipped,

"Riggers?"

Kayla's still tight-lipped.

"If you really want to go outside duwit, buyin mas martabak deh."

Kayla's annoyance is slightly lessened. "Martaback?"

"Heem..."

"What martabak mas?" Ask Kayla with a little tartness.

"Sweet as an egg."

"Where?" Kayla asked again with her still-difficult tone.

"That's it." Point Avan at the martabak cart on the side of the road.

After getting two types of martabak put in two different bags. Kayla and Avan continue their journey back to Kayla's house. Arriving in front of the house, and removing the helmet, Kayla walked ahead.

"Ila, wait." Hold Avan pull Kayla's arm. Kayla turned and looked at Avan. Then they stand facing Avan who is still on the side of the bike.

The gentleman took out a small box from his pants pocket.

"La, I'm not a romantic guy who's good at seducing. But, let me be your wound-treater. Let us gather together the pieces of your heart that have been broken, and unite them to be whole again."

Kayla was speechless, still feeling quite flabbergasted by what Avan said.

"You don't have to give me the answer now, La. Istikharah first." Furthermore Avan who understood Kayla was still very surprised by her impromptu proposal.

Avan held the box containing the ring into Kayla's hand.

"If you decide to accept a mas, wear this ring. If not, you can give it back."