I Hate You But I Miss You (Hate But Miss)
Fried Rice (Season 2)

Tonight, in accordance with Fran and Calista's agreement, Calis has now arrived where Fran is waiting for him.

"Good night." Sapa Calista's.

"Calis, you've come. Please." Fran got into his car.

Calista got into the car behind the wheel.

"Now, tell me where we're going?"

"Emmmm I want to make a deal with you."

"What deal?"

"Here you go. Find where Calista used to be.."

"Yes.Where is the place?"

"Find a good place to eat. Where do you want." Frans.

"Related on me?" Calists.

"Hmmmmm" Frans.

Fran's car driven by Calis stopped right near a roadside fried rice stall, which was just a tarp.

Fran felt so foreign to this place. The man looked in all directions, like he was looking.

No street lights, dark and quiet.

Tok to tok. Fran is shocked because Calist taps on the windshield right next to him.

"What are you doing outside?" Instead of going out, Fran asked stupidly.

"What else? We're gonna eat. Let's get down."

"Haah? eaties? where's the?"

Fran got out of his car. "Calis.. What are we eating here?"

"come in. Let's know."

"Get into this tent?" point it at the Nasi Goreng stall.

"Yes... Can't you read? This is his writing. Warung Nasi Goreng.

Fran scratched his head, misbehaving and feeling like a fool. "Partially, open a shop in a place like this." Fran grumbled.

"Wait Calis. Shouldn't we find somewhere else? I can't seem to eat in a creepy place like this."

"Out is scary. But inside there's a lot of people.Look at some parked motorbike." Calis.

"Fixes. This girl is weird!" inner Fran.

"Aaaaah.You're such a sucker. Come on.." Calis was already impatient, now he was pulling the hand of the handsome man but seemed rather timid.

"To the beach brave nights. Turn to eat in a quiet place, afraid." dumel Calist.

When he arrived in the shop tent, Fran felt a little relieved because it turned out this shop was almost full by customers who were enjoying the food. It just so happens that there is only one table left that is empty for 2 seats.

Both of them, sit down. A waiter came with a pen and a small book in his hand.

Waiter: "Well what fried rice mbak?"

Fran: "Whataa? The devil?" All eyes turned towards him.

Fran felt goosebumps for a moment, imagining Calista's words. Not to mention that everyone under the tent was staring at him. In Fran's brain, everyone around him has turned into Zombies who look like they want to devour him.

"Sorry everyone!" Calista said kindly, to the customers who were disturbed by Fran's exalting voice calling the name of the devil.

"Hey.you humiliated me." Calis' circus, and managed to resuscitate Fran from his vain cold.

Calista could hear the roar of gasping breath and saw the tense expression from Fran's face. "Calis.. Is this still you?" fran asked with a frightened look.

"Gffff." Calista half-dead covered her mouth that was being blown away.

"Do I look like a ghost?" ask Calis.

Fran also felt soft and rubbed his chest. "What is that anyway? Why do you call the fried rice Satan?"

"Sorry, it's on the menu. This is the level of pedasnua mas. Our fried rice starts from level 1 to level 5. But if you want something spicy than level 5, the name Nasi goreng se.tan mas!" the servant's light was on Fran.

"So what level are you at? The chunky!" Calista was impatient.

"I don't eat" said Fran, briefly.

"Sir.he's level 1." Calis took over.

"Calis. I don't want to eat." Frans.

"Taste it later. if it's not good, I spend it." Cali.

Before long, the fried rice came. Fran was hypnotized by his scent which called out.

Calis immediately ate his share after thanking him first.

Fran stared in wonder at this rare woman in front of him. Casually devouring that demon-level spicy fried rice.

"Isn't it spicy?" ask Fran.

"No. Spicy mouth ex!" said Calis Cuek, who was able to bring out the ruckus from Fran's mouth.

"Calis, aren't you going to get sick eating that spicy food?"

"My life is a lot sicker than this." Calis said, and inexplicably, Fran caught a strange vibration from this girl's tone.

Calista continued eating with her head lowered. It seemed that the girl was not only eating, but was also crying. Could it be that she was spiciness to tears, or that she ate the spicy one because she wanted to cry?

"Akh. I talk too much. I'd better eat this part of me." Fran pulled the plate of fried rice and immediately fed the delicious fried rice into his mouth.

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Connect Gaes...😊

this part of the author made deliberately to overcome hypertension readers after being satisfied with Arles.

And also let the reader's heart can be neutralized first, before reading the next part that somehow later the story😁

healthy greetings gaes.trima you for all your support for this work.🙏

oia.. my new novel whose title is Matchmaking Widow Duda up tu😊