
"Hahhh, the best time for pedekate," Vanka put wan ton in one block. "Still lu ama cave, if you ga cavern cekokin, we can't get this much dimsum package from... Who's his name?"
"Fahmi," Tara chewed her heart out with pleasure. Who is not happy to be able to maksi freean, although not delivered directly by Fahmi, no problem. At least his lunch money can be diverted to buy a supply of sheet mask.
"So far, which one is Lo's holding?" Vanka looked at her with a funny face. Both his eyebrows went up and down.
"Ah, still come along anyway, you say the pedekate period is the most profitable,"
"Well, when was that cave you saw ushered, uh who picked it up differently. Hahaah."
"Irit fare, irit gasoline," Tara was blown away.
"Duh, someone wants to be a playgirl like that" said someone behind them. Susi.
"Eh, Susi, rather than nyinyir mending nih cobain dimsum," Vanka offers whereas in his heart he would like to cram one dimsum directly without offering. But the dimsum is not his.
Tara shifted the saucer so Susi could take it, "just try who knows the tongue."
"Can?" His face was radiant.
Tara and Vanka steal a glance when Susi takes one, they agree on one thing. 'to be sure her nyinyirnya can not be brake."
"Oh well yes," Susi argued.
"If you want to take it again," said Tara.
"Really?"
"That's been offered, really," said Vanka.
"Can for container ga? I ate at my desk instead of standing, "he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes..." Tara removed the lid of the container and handed it to Susi who directly moved a few pieces of the dimsum.
"Thank you, Tara. I've chosen the sure one," then Susi passed.
"Even, people don't know how to be ashamed," Vanka grew riled up.
"Well, any number of dimsum is also not going to abis us," Tara calmed her friend whose face became ferocious instantly.
"Eh, but, the time of them there is nothing that you feel different how it is," Vanka changed his expression to enthusiasm.
"Hmmm..." Tara tendered her body, "kalo Fahmi si enakan deh, no special impression. It's funny, Van... Gua sure the hell if you meet him, he must be demen lu godain."
"Where's the picture?" Chase Vanka.
"Dih, here's the kid," Tara took her phone and searched Fahmi's profile picture in her messaging app.
"It's funny, why isn't he the same?" Vanka back and forth enlarging Fahmi's photo.
"Lap tuh saliva," said Tara who was only replied to a malignant pinch. "It hurts, gelo."
"Continue?"
"There is a Genta, quite entered the same cave criteria. Mature, snacking, there's always time for him. His work takes care of the gallery anyway, again high season gini, many exhibitions. According to the cave also he was a success, "the value of Tara.
"This is yak?" Ask Vanka who has enlarged the photo of Genta as big as a screen.
"Jeez, luuu... Mandiri is very open-minded," said Tara.
"Abis all you love SL, what else if you open SwipeLove," Vanka showed evidence. "The part of the cave can value people from the face, the face of a jerk is very easy to see."
"Sok tau, ngana. Well, belom there's a special one justin given SL all, hihihi" Tara chuckles.
"Kalo Budi?"
"Ah, skip it's not obvious it's people."
"Dave, Dave?!"
"Oh, the Dave. Ahh rada ngebosenin he anyway but often nawarin go home together, he works in Sentosa situ," explained Tara.
"No, it's a phone, Taraaaa..." Vanka brought the phone back to its owner.
"No sound at all? Silent cave huh? Hi, Dave. How's it?" Tara answered the call.
"Eh, I'm downstairs," the voice on the other end of the phone. "Can you go down for a second?"
She's downstairs Tara said without a sound to the friend next to her. "Oh, let me go down, Dave."
"I'll wait for you."
"Under, is he?" Ask Vanka.
"Yes," Tara tidied up her moss pack and took her employee card in the drawer. "You coming?"
"Gua peeped from a distance," Vanka stood up while touching up his face.
"Duh, the cave is so very, very, very" Tara shook her head.
"Eh Medio's kid downstairs is a big draw" Medio, a small media company that rents part of the ground floor of Media Group Indo. Media children obviously all pay attention to appearance, especially the guys.
"Vanka, Vanka..."
***
"Oh, do you want to do an advertisement?" Tara ignored Dave's gesture.
"You want to work together for Sentosa sauce-mednya, like we will often meet, Tara," said Dave unwittingly Tara noticed herself from head to toe. "When do we have dinner? Friday night?"
"Um... The 11th, huh?" Tara pretended to think. Oh sorry, I can't, my aunt's birthday," said Tara. I don't know why to go out he still can't respond if it's Dave who offers.
"Why don't you take me to your birthday?" Dave raised one eyebrow.
"Not yet, Dave, it's okay, right?" Push Tara smooth.
Dave was silent for a moment, there was an expression that Tara could not guess from his face. "That's okay. Yet, I hope you wanna come when I ask you to met my parents."
"Oh," waw too soon from his guess, "canalah, sometime."
Dave glanced at his watch, "Ah, I have to go now, I have to go to the Sentosa Factory first."
"Oh that, careful Dave," said Tara.
"I'm gonna miss you, Tara," Dave turned and walked away.
Tara scanned her employee card at the entrance gate and entered. Vanka who had pretended to talk to a distant receptionist was seen just stroking the vase of flowers on the table, as fast as lightning approached Tara.
"Mateng coy," he elbow.
"Heh, you can't respond excessively that way. Behave," Tara said as she pressed the elevator button.
"I wonder how strong he's on bed," Vanka looked up at her imaginary ceiling.
"Gosh, Vanka," Tara is uncomfortable and just gets a fun gig from Vanka.
***
"Aji Harada's? Seriously she's exhibiting at your gallery?" Tara exclaimed in amazement.
"Thankfully, he rarely exhibits in Indonesia, more often outside exhibitions," Genta glanced at the rearview mirror.
Aji Harada sculptor and painter. Rarely can an artist combine two types of art into one amazing work. The most iconic is his work titled Buih Memcah, a wave-shaped sculpture with realist foam Aji Harada painting. Finally the sculpture is almost 100% very similar to the original waves. But when viewed from afar, the foam shards will look like a face that is divided in two.
"He had a 3-day exhibition, his last day was in the gallery and there was a gala dinner, are you interested in coming, Tar?" Bring Genta. "By my company that night..." Its effects.
"Gonna told you, Gen," Tara replied.
Genta pulls his car over when he arrives in front of Tara's house. He was a little disappointed when he went too fast even though he had taken the farthest road to get to the destination.
"Thanks, Genta, it's been delivered. Wanna stop by?" Tawar Tara's.
"I'm right away, greetings to Auntie. Same," the man took something in the backseat. "Make Aunty, I hope you like donuts."
"Geez, really bother," Tara received the package that Genta gave her. "Don't pick the food anyway, thank you."
"Good rest, Tara," Genta looked at Tara's eyes.
Tara's heart is beating. This was the first time his heart was tingled with Genta's presence.
"Good night, Genta. Be careful on the road" Tara said.
***
What is this feeling? Why was his heart pounding when Genta looked at him? The time they spent together was also not long, but why did those eyes feel 'deep'. Tara closed her eyes trying to sleep, but every time she closed both eyes as if looking at him. He quickly opened his eyes and felt his face heat up.
Tara's phone rang, the noisy object was reached from the nightstand.
The rendition?
"Hi, Ren..."
"Tara's night, have you slept?" Ask.
"Nearly," Tara glanced at the clock on her wall, 11:11 p.m. He believed that if the number was present, someone would miss him. Could it? "What's up, Ren?"
"mmm... On the 26th you have an agenda?"
"26... Saturday the day after tomorrow?" Ask ensures.
"Yes," Rendi confirmed.
"What's up, Ren?"
"My office has an invitation to an art exhibition, did you know Aji Harada? the artist wants to do an exhibition at CreArt Galery."
CreArt Galery, Genta gallery.
"Of course, who does not know the famous Indonesian artists abroad," Tara was wary of the sentence that Rendi would say.
"You want to accompany me there?"
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