Love Me!
Meal Stalls

Susan stepped out of the hospital that afternoon. His work hours were over and he looked very exhausted. However, his tiredness paid off when he saw some patients coming home healthy that day. Also Adele. He seems to be improving after the operation. There are no complaints.

As she turned the key, someone held Susan's hand. Both of Susan's eyes widened to see who was standing next to her motorbike.

"Yoshua?" call Susan in disbelief, rubbing her eyes violently.

"Don't poke like that, it'll be frothy!" janda Yoshua, trying to calm down even though his heart was racing to see Susan in front of him.

"Aah!" gelak Susan's. His heart beat rhythmically as Yoshua looked at him with a soothing look.

"How are you? When did you come? How long have you been in Indonesia? Is your college done? Why bring a stopmap?" Questions flocked from Susan's mouth.

"Who was it before? First question I forgot?" sahut Yoshua smiled.

"I can't wait to hear your story! Uh, why did you get here?" susan asked who had just noticed the man's presence in the hospital.

"I'm sick and I need Susan's doctor's care" her god held her stomach.

"Halah .. Don't joke, you'll be really sick, I don't think you're serious?" susan's Scolding.

"Yes, I'm serious. Stomach pain, ask to be filled. Doctor Susan, will you accompany me to lunch?"

"Mode!" susan's screams represented her heart that wanted to scream as loud as it could. The man next to her looked fresh and handsome according to Susan's eyes.

Without waiting for Susan's approval, Yoshua held the handlebar of the motor. Susan backed out without a fight. He invited Yoshua to sit with him.

"But I don't have two helmets!" susan said as she handed her helmet over to Yoshua.

"You brought my stopmap. If there's a cop, get down to the police station with my stopmap, huh? You make a guarantee," Yoshua jokes.

Susan clenched her hand hitting Yoshua's arm gently while pursing her lips. Sulks.

"When I was left at the police station on bail?" grouse Susan.

"Please, diem, nurut. It's safe."

Yoshua wears Susan's helmet, then turns on his motorcycle.

"Make sure you want to find a rat's way!" guess Susan.

"That's it, want your anterine to the rat hole" said Yoshua.

"Am I a rat?" susan protests as the motorcycle starts to go.

Yoshua just laughed at Susan's words. Then turn the motor to the streets of the village that never known by Susan.

"What did you get into the hospital?" ask Susan.

"Angkot" said Yoshua briefly while focusing on the streets.

"You know this area, Yosh?"

"Not acquaintance yet, but I know," replied Yoshua.

"Ihh ...."

Susan pinched Yoshua's waist up to the motorbike and almost hit a chicken on the side of the road.

"Eh, sorry-sorry!" susan said with regret.

"It's okay, just acting. You pinch again, I'll fall acting!" sahut Yoshua's.

"Did, ogah!" susan answered putting both hands on Yoshua's waist slowly and hesitantly.

Yoshua sped up the speed of the bike and made Susan suddenly startled and immediately hugged Yoshua's waist quickly for fear of falling.

"Yoshua!" susan shouted annoyed.

The man looked at the spy for a moment. "Why the hell?" He's holding back a laugh.

Arriving at a food stall, a motorcycle pulled over. Yoshua invited Susan inside. A simple stall, serving village cuisine. Just that time Susan went to the food stall behind the hospital where she was interning.

"You" said Susan, nodding her head at the stall and looking clean.

"Let's go in, the food is delicious even though the cuisine of the village!" bring Yoshua.

"Where do you know?" ask Susan.

"I went to school there" Yoshua pointed to a school building.

Susan looked at the building that Yoshua had pointed at. I just realized that there was a school behind the hospital. It turns out there's a lot he doesn't know.

"That's State School, favorite."

Susan frowned. I just heard there was a favorite school there. He only studied school which is in the favorite category.

"I think the hell, his favorite," Yoshua added.

Susan pinched Yoshua's arm. Anxious because of her seductive behavior Susan continues.

"Mbak, pesen—" Yoshua looked at Susan. "Lady first," he said.

Susan smiled then approached the table with a few basins filled with vegetables. Thin smoke emanates from the vegetable, signaling heat as it has just been poured into the basin after it has matured.

"Nasi, vegetable long beans with grilled chicken, Ma'am!" susan Pinta.

The seller quickly picked up what Susan had ordered. Then Yoshua just asked for rice and vegetables and side dishes to the seller.

They looked for an empty place while carrying their food plates.

"Here," Susan asked when she found a corner.

They sat facing each other and no longer ate there.

"Don't eat chicken grilled black parts. Contains carcinogens that are harmful to the body," said Yoshua.

"Your doctor, right now?" susan Sahut.

"Eh, don't spiel," Yoshua's anger was serious.

"Yes, I know. Yosh, what haven't you told me about this?" ask Susan.

"Find a job" Yoshua said briefly.

"Trua, you got it?" ask Susan.

Yoshua shook his head. "No," he said. "But I'm excited, if I've met the doctor's mom!" he added a smile.

Susan smiled but also twisted her brain. Finding a job at this time is very difficult. Especially not having work experience. He had thought of helping Yoshua behind unbeknownst to Yoshua. Doesn't he have an adoptive brother with high power in the business world?

"It's a vacancy, I'll tell you" Susan said.

"Ready, Doctor ma'am. Just not a patient vacancy, huh?"

"Said you had a stomachache?"

They're chuckling. Yoshua's eyes looked into Susan's eyes. In a moment their eyes were rubbed and held back for a while.

Susan's face was red. He lowered his head and sipped his sweet tea to relieve the nervousness. There, Yoshua begins to tell about her arrival at the orphanage. Susan is no longer surprised to have known all about Yoshua.they enthusiastically tell their respective versions of the orphanage.

Across the street, a man in black glasses was sitting in his car, watching Susan's motorcycle. He was very upset that an unknown man was shaking Susan and taking her to a food stall that was not elite at all.

Dion got out of his car and stood in front of the food stall, reading his writing while dabbling on his waist. Then slowly go inside. Observing the stall room. His collar stands all. It's like a plecit bank debt collector.

His eyes caught two people joking while eating in a corner. Add heat when he sees the man cleaning the tip of the lips of the girl with his finger gently.

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