Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.19 Stuck

The drizzle drifted down just like that when Arsya's trip delivered Rumi not even half. Forced the tall boy stopped his motorbike at a roadside catfish pecel food stall, so that the bodies of both did not get wet.

"Sorrys. Because of my ngaterin, you become raining like a gini deh," said Rumi when both were drying rain water that soaked clothes.

"Come in. Let's eat first." Lazy to respond to Rumi's apology, Arsya instead invited the girl into the food stall five feet, rather than their bodies getting wet by rain water that is still tampias from the side of the tarp.

"You want what pesen?" arsya asked, after allowing Rumi to sit first. They chose a seat in the inner corner, so as to avoid the cold wind that also brought a little rain entering the tent.

"I-i?" Rumi looked surprised at Arsya. I don't know what good he has done, until now he can be in a place like this with Arsya. Even the guy offered him a meal? Ah, Rumi still couldn't accept all these surprises.

"Lo likes chicken what fish?" Lazy to respond to Rumi's shock, Arsya instead offers a choice.

"A-chicken," muttered Rumi. He grimaced with embarrassment. Then, slumping his head on the table, as soon as Arsya seemed to turn to order at the seller.

What the hell, Rumi. You must have looked stupid in Arsya's eyes. Why do you also wear stuttering like that? Ish, this is really embarrassing, Rumi grumbled in his heart.

Arsya came back and chose to sit in front of Rumi. He seemed to wipe the table in front of him with some tissue, before turning his attention back to Rumi and saying. "I'm sorry, I just came to my own conclusion, you old solution."

"Yes, no papa, really. Lo calm down, I eat everything, so whatever you order I can definitely eat," replied Rumi with a smile.

Rich people are different. Where can he eat if not clean, continued Rumi in the heart. He sneered at Arsya's activities that wiped back the table that he thought looked clean.

"Eating everything?" Arsya seemed to raise one of her eyebrows.

"Huh?" Rumi was not aware of his words, until a while later she grimaced with embarrassment.

Jesus, Rumi. Stupid you have not this kelulungan mah, ruuk that girl in the heart.

"Ah, that. I mean .. I'm not a picky eater." Rumi rectified her words.

Arsya nodded her head. He no longer intended to chimed in on Rumi's words. His eyes turned to look at the raindrops that looked increasingly heavy. His voice that hit the stretch of the tent above them, sounded noisy enough to force to raise the voice when he wanted to speak.

"Gue didn't expect, if a guy like Big Brother could eat in a place like this too?" Rumi, who was getting tired of being in an uncomfortable location, finally began to open her voice. Sucks her face after all the embarrassing events for her. It was better for him to chat than to sit still which made him awkward.

"Huh?" Arsya looked a little frowned, while turning her attention to Rumi.

"Gue did not expect, Arsya sister can eat in a place like this." Ah, do not want to be questioned because all this time he did not call Arsya with the title of brother, even though the cockowook was a senior at his school, making Rumi choose to have his own initiative.

"Sister?"

Rumi was already about to scream in annoyance when the series of questions she was asking, only being answered with one annoying word by the guy in front of her, who was unluckyly so handsome, that she could not turn her gaze away. Why is it that Arsya even invited about the 'sister' call that he pinned?

What if I take a vitamin dose? It's not gonna die, is it?

Their chatter was stopped when Arsya's order came. His gaze now focused on the nasi uduk with fried chicken side dish on the chest in front of him. The first thing Arsya does is, separate the different types of vegetables from the plate.

"Don't Arsya like vegetables?" Rumi could not bear to comment.

Arsya seemed to divert his attention, he stared for a moment at the girl in front of him who felt more chatty than before. Then, say slowly while refocusing on the meal. "Gue doesn't like raw vegetables."

"Ooh." Rumi nodded her head. He also ate the food Arsya ordered for him. His smile expanded, when he realized that it was part of the thigh. The part of the chicken he likes the most. The flesh that felt softer and savory than the chest, was an attraction that Rumi could not resist.

"If not at school, you can call me by my name."

Rumi was again aghast when Arsya's voice was heard, after a long time they only ate in silence. He raised his head, saw the guy in front of him who had finished his meal and was wiping his hands with a tissue.

Rumi tried to swallow the food that was still left in her mouth cavity, then sipped warm sweet tea before answering Arsya's words with a big smile. "Gue's more comfortable calling you brother, hehe."

Bodo very deh, he wants to ngenggep me prik or weird girls all. I've been looking stupid, do what again in front of him.

Rumi let out a slow breath, daring to act ordinary in front of Arsya. Although, in reality, it was very difficult because even from the first moment he saw her, his heartbeat did not stop going through.

Arsya, her daily vitamin that she had only seen for a few weeks from afar, was now in front of her, even eating together. The guy also helped her from the crime of her mother's ex-boyfriend. In fact, allow him to sit on the back of the bike. Can you imagine, how is Rumi's current mood?

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The rain subsided after more than an hour they were at the pecel lele food stall, the five-footed. Now Arsya again drove his motorbike through the streets that are still filled with traffic jams. It was common, in the morning when the workers were on their way to work, and in the afternoon until evening, when they were on their way back to their homes.

If only he was not carrying Rumi behind him, he would definitely prefer to use an alternative road, rather than having to participate in this very annoying traffic jam.

But what he thought, he just got there. Arsya instead prefers to be in the middle of a red light queue that has been very long and crowded, just for the reason of Rumi's trauma.

Arsya breathed out slowly. He himself was now confused on his choice. Why is he here? Also think of the girl's feelings behind her? It's like it's not himself.

The night trip was just passed by silence, until suddenly two motorists seemed to flank the speeding Arsya motorbike. The jams have begun to decompose, until the road to Rumi's house feels more deserted.

"Hi's beautiful! Don't want to be with us, right? We can invite you to play first you know," said one of the motorists who was on Arsya's right. He opened his glass helmet and glanced at Rumi at the end of his sentence.

Arsya clenched her hand when she felt Rumi's grip on her jacket getting stronger. He lyrics the two bikes that are still running side by side with him while teasing Rumi with all kinds of facial movements that look so disgusting.

However, given what happened to Rumi a few days ago. Arsya, who intends to stop the bike and challenge them, now prefers to pull the hand Laras and wrap it into the stomach while saying. "Hold, I'll be faster than ever."