A Hot Selebgram
De Javu

I stole a glance at him who looked more handsome because he was wearing sunglasses. Artist mah passing by. His nose only looks towering, if you have children with him later my son will be very handsome.

Focus Ra! Focus up! Ditya can tell if you've been drooling to see him since. Ditya can tell if you want to pounce on him!

What did he discuss earlier? Oh yes, my friend. I had to respond to him in order to be polite and connect with what he said.

"Oh yes, you often talk about your best friend. Looks like you guys are close, huh?" I said to chimed in on Ditya.

Ditya smiled as he occasionally looked towards me and refocused his focus to the front of the road. "We're very close because it's been pretty close since we were kids. His name is a friend, often hang out and eat in the most delicious place in our opinion. Well, yesterday we both went to it was a cafe that we like if we want to eat seafood. And now, we're headed for the chicken noodle place that my best friend and I loved from a long time ago. You will try it later! It tastes really good."

"Is this really delicious? Are you like marketing?! Your promotion is great. I'm not surprised if you can make your Papa company successful and move forward. You promoted the same me very convincing, let alone the same other clients?" I can't stand it since yesterday to test his skills in the field of marketing.

With the great leader, I heard from Papa that he was able to make the company owned by Mr. Kusuma from slump to rise and likes as it is now. Genius that Papa said.

"Yes dong. A leader is marketing for his company. If he's not good at selling, then he won't get a contract from another company!" He then parked his car at a roadside noodle shop. "We have arrived. Comeondown!"

Ditya went out first and opened the door for me. Again her manners made me feel so valued as a woman.

I saw a simple looking chicken noodle stall in front of me. It is not a fancy restaurant that matches his title as a leader of Kusuma Corporation. This makes me feel that Ditya is a very fun person. Want to eat roadside chicken noodles or at an important fancy restaurant. No matter what anyone else says.

I followed Ditya's steps towards the chicken noodle shop. Just a few steps away, I was like looking at a shadow and feeling de javu with this place.

"Dit, I just want some spicy chicken noodles!" said a girl while patting Ditya's shoulder.

"Don't eat spicy, Ni! Remember, your stomach is not strong spicy! Not most styles!" namel Ditya.

Then the shadow disappeared and I woke up. Why can I feel like that, huh? Then who did I see? It was as young as it was, but with whom? Can I see the future and the past? Ih... How is it so scary, huh?

Is this all because I was in a coma? Is this a punishment because I've ended my life?

"Who? What's the matter, Ra? How did you even stumble there? You don't want to eat here?" ditya's question made me realize from what I had been thinking since.

Ditya then ordered 2 bowls of chicken meatball noodles for the two of us along with a sweet iced tea. I was silent and still thinking about the shadow that had crossed my head. Why can I think of it like that? No, this must be just a shadow. It must be because the effect I had almost drowned, so I often see things that do not make sense like this. Or because the demons in the river are still surrounding me? It's really serem!

"Udah came Ra his chicken noodles. Don't eat pedes. The sauce is dikit. Later if you eat pedes can mules your stomach and eventually stomach pain. Not good for your health!" ditya said with full attention.

I feel like I've been receiving this kind of attention from Ditya. Similar to when I was de javu.

I nodded my head while smiling. I also started eating chicken noodles that taste familiar on my tongue, like I eat very often. I got to memorize how the texture and taste of this chicken noodle. How delicious it is like I've been eating it a lot.

"Why? You don't like it? Sorry, I invite you to eat at a roadside chicken noodle stall like this. If until Papa you know his daughter was invited to eat here, Papa you will be angry with me." said Ditya with regret.

"It's okay. I love eating chicken noodles like gini. You don't get me wrong, Papa, I'm relaxed and I'm not used to being pampered like that by Papa. You don't think that I've been living as a spoiled girl all along. I have always been used to living frugally and looking for my own money for my pocket money. So, don't feel too shady. You want me to eat at the warteg even if I don't have a problem." I convinced Ditya not to be too shy with me. The rich man is Papa, not me. I'm not the princess he thinks I am either.

Now replace Ditya who looks at me without blinking. I don't know what he was thinking but rather than me continuing to feel disturbed because of his gaze, I better just continue to spend the chicken noodles that I really like this.

"Why see? Is there chilli in my teeth? Or is there mustard?" I took the glass from my bag. Searching for the cause of Dirtya kept looking at me. Nothing is sluggish. Then why continue to see?

"There's nothing. I feel like I know you more and more. Your personality. Your independent attitude. Honestly all this time I consider you a very Papa child whose every request you always have to fulfill."

I covered the glass from my solid powder. "You're wrong. I used to work in a bakery just to get caught. You need to know, the rich is my Papa. I wasn't. I'm not used to Papa pampering. The proof is that I still receive endorsements and fatigue because of busy work. If I have a lot of money just make content like Sisca Kohl."

Ditya smiled. "So Lara Kohl dong? Lara mustard?" goda.

"Is there really a mustard that's stuck in my tooth?" I opened the glass again and went back.

"Not... Ha..ha... I'm not your mistress. That's the parable, Ra. Parables. You are so funny!" I smiled seeing Ditya laughing while I was with me. I don't know why Ditya's gaze has always been sad. I don't know what it's because...

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