Chased Ex-Promise Candidate
Perceiver

Yuki calls Ikram's number after the man leaves his tavern. The girl was still upset by the conditions put forward by Ikram, which in fact it was not necessary because he did nothing wrong.

The girl cancelled the deal that had happened earlier. Yuki casually said that he did not want to do the conditions proposed by Ikram, even heard the man holding his anger on the phone, when calling his name loudly.

However, after that a female voice asked about her. Yuki smiled slantedly, as it seemed like Ikram and his lover were going to have a fight.

Yuki then hangs up his phone, because he is lazy to listen to the debate of lovers who are not important to him.

"Rasain lu Ikram, yang yang yang yuuuhan sam girlfriend." Yuki chuckled amusedly as she still stood outside the courtyard of the stall while writing down the one menu left behind. However, with that incident, Yuki so feels there is an idea to damage the relationship of the man and his lover. "Eh, why don't I give him a chance to celebrate his life too?" his murmur was small while drawing something on the menu banner.

"Neng Yuki." Suddenly someone patted Yuki on the shoulder, not hard but enough to make the girl jump in shock.

"Astagfirullah Bang Agam! Ngagetin knows," Yuki grumbled as she stroked his chest.

The man with the blue helmet even chuckled amusedly. "Why talk to banners?"

"Haish, who's talking to the banner, Bang?" yuki refuted and hoped that his words had not been clearly heard by the man before him.

"Well wasn't it Neng Yuki who whispered into the banner?" The man chuckled.

Agam was contacted by Mak Aminah to take Yuki shopping for groceries that had run out, while refilling Yuki's pulse deposit. "Come on! We're not ready yet to shop, Neng," the man asked.

"Eh, now huh? Kirain tomorrow." Yuki immediately invited Agam inside to meet the mother.

"Now buy it?" yuki said to her mother.

"Yes or Neng, Agam has also come here, right? Many people also leave now" said Mak Aminah while giving money to Yuki and his shopping list.

"Okay, if that's how Yuki left first, Mak." The girl had just turned her body, suddenly the mother pulled back her arm. "Why Mak?" Yuki frowned.

"That's the apron not opened first?" said the middle-aged woman. Yuki stared at her body and the same apron as her mother was still attached to her body.

"Eh, I'm sorry to forget, Mom." The girl chuckled as she opened her apron and gave it to her mother. "Yes Yuki has left first, assalamu'alaikum."

"Be careful on the road, watch out for Mak's son, Gam."

"Ready, Mom." Agam was saying goodbye and went straight out to the bike, then Yuki was riding in the back after using his helmet.

They went to the traditional market that Mak Aminah used to visit, Yuki also had been invited there and finally poulted so that the girl was now the one who got shopping assignments.

Agam always helps Yuki, and sometimes the man teases her. He used to have a son who owned a grocery store, but unfortunately his girlfriend married his boss at work. His rival was too heavy, he was just an ordinary man and worked as a motorcycle taxi driver. Finally, Agam retreated and went outside Java, to find work, but only lasted about a year, and currently he settled in the city of flowers, Bandung.

"Neng Yuki, you want some meatballs? Here there is a good lo," said Agam shortly after Yuki returned from the counter.

"Come on, Bang. I want this bad guy." Yuki then rides the Agam motorbike. The man smiled widely as his invitation this time was well received by Yuki, usually the girl always rejected him subtly.

Agam drove his motorbike to average speed, not long after he turned his motorbike to the left and parked in front of the meatballs shop. Written by the name 'Bakso Ada' there, Yuki went down and gave his helmet to Agam, then the man came down and invited into the meatball shop with the concept of lesehan.

Yuki and Agam choose a table by the window so as not to overheat, Yuki orders chopped meatballs without noodles, but only uses vegetables and bean sprouts. While Agam ordered chicken meatball noodles.

Sitting face to face, Yuki occasionally opens her phone and sees incoming messages from her mother. However, just as her order had just arrived, suddenly the girl's phone rang a sign of an incoming call. The name 'Piranha Fish' is there.

"Heh, definitely want to persuade me," muttered Yuki who made Agam stunned. "Who's Neng?"

"Ah, it's nobody, Bang. Let's eat!" take Yuki after refusing the call of Ikram which he named the Piranha Fish. The girl began to mix the meatballs, adding a lot of chili to her bowl until the sauce turned red.

"Geez, Neng Yuki. Is that okay so much?" Agam shuddered in horror when he saw Yuki's meatballs.

Yuki chuckles."It's okay Bang is so ordinary." The girl stirred up her meatballs and began to try the taste, but then she re-inserted the soy sauce and vinegar, Yuki did not really like to wear the sauce in her meat sauce.

They also enjoy their own food, while occasionally chatting lightly. Yuki and Agam finish their meal. Just now Yuki had stored the spoon and fork in the bowl that only the sauce was left, the phone rang again. However, this time it was not the Ikram, but the mother.

Yuki immediately raised it. "Yes, Mommy."

"Have you finished yet, Neng?" Mak Aminah's voice sounded hurried.

"Udah, Mom. Yuki same Bang Agam jajan meatballs first, this also wants to go home, why?" tanya Yuki was still relaxed.

"Pick home, Nak Ikram back again while bringing a girl, he said you become an actor," whispered Mak Aminah when saying the word actor.

Yuki was shocked. "Ish, the actor from where Yuki's trying to date the same guy, Mak."

"Yes, come home anyway." Mak Aminah also hung up her phone.

"What's up, Neng Yuki?" Agam immediately asked when he saw the girl in front of him aghast.

"Don't tell me to come home, Bang. Come on!" Yuki stands up and will pay for the meatballs, but is prevented by Agam. The man said he would pay.

Yuki just nodded, he actually wanted to immediately return to the rice stall and see an exciting show between Ikram and his girlfriend. Let's get started, Ikram.