The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 95 Eggs plunge

Mita POVs

My cry immediately broke, it turned out that Brother Dani realized his words some time ago. I seem to underestimate his persistence. He thought he would not be able to pawn without my consent, considering the certificate is still on behalf of the late father so most likely even if in the ACC must be changed the name of ownership first. It also had to have my signature as one of the heirs but apparently he was one step ahead of me. The thought of mortgaging Yahya's brother but how could he know Yahya's brother the son of the rich man to dare to borrow fifty million while I tell nothing about Yahya's brother. I forgot that Yahya had brought his car home several times so anyone could clearly see that Yahya's brother was a rich man's son. The second guess, he must have kept the number hp kak Yahya might originally want to borrow ten million and after seeing kak Yahya who has his own restaurant so apply for a loan that much. I feel like I'm losing a lot. What am I thinking now, what's that money for when I tell it to me it only takes ten million? As important as it is his business to be able to mortgage a home certificate? I have a lot of questions in my head but I keep them. For now I just want to cry to calm my feelings.

"Dek.diskip first cry come with me we find a comfortable place so you cry also delicious not so rich resilience. I'm horrified to hear it less loose so." he thought singing less loose. I'm sad, you know not to say that? Besides where there is sad continues to cry and told skip the video, my message.

"It's not that I don't care about your sadness but that people watch us think I'm doing you again" he said with a guilty face. At this point I want to laugh to see his expression between not being the same as me but also embarrassed. I'm being pity. I remove the tears that pool in my eyes to make my vision clearer. Looking around I realized,it turned out that the table was full of people who wanted to eat and their gazes towards me were like they wanted to know what was happening to me until I cried and then looked cynically at Yahya's sister as if to say 'what do you think the girl in front of you is crying?' I'm ashamed of myself. If they knew who was in front of me, they would not behave like that. Finally I have a crying event, embarrassed to be seen by people, fearing another slander.

I went first with my head down. In the middle of the trip I was confused where to go? I don't hide from Yahya's restaurant. Oh Allah is ashamed to be forced to stop in the middle of the road and turn back his body but kok well greeted smile restrained aaahhh even more embarrassed.

"Let's follow me!" he passed me. I know he must have been laughing at my attitude earlier. Well how else, just follow him.

The road is out of focus, the mind is going nowhere. My head that was lowered, hit his back that stopped suddenly.

"Switch.." stroking the head that feels uncomfortable due to a collision.

"I'm sorry I didn't accidentally, hurt?" his voice sounded panicked and I responded with a slit.

"Just shocked." he heard a sigh of relief.

Immediately smell the aroma of appetizing cuisine. Raising my head, some people looked at me with focus and question. I raised my eyebrows high, they never looked at women. Not caring about them, I'm more interested in the environment. Circulating the view around, apparently this restaurant kitchen. I can smell the cooking.

"Ekheeem..dek want to continue the one or want to eat?" I looked straight at him, like he was reminding me of what happened. Shame again. I hope my face doesn't look embarrassing.

"Quiet Mita you have to be able to control yourself."

Suddenly the sadness just evaporated and I finally accepted his offer to eat, I also happened to be hungry.

"Eat." I replied short still trying to throw away the remaining shame.

"You what?"

"Anything." is just a stale base when I want something special.

"Here the menu, fried noodles, fried rice, sweet sour crab, fried shrimp, sweet sour shrimp, fried chicken, fried beef, fried duck, stir-fried mustache, kale mustache, salads are also there." pinter deh, fried chicken,he knows what I want but still control the smile even though in the heart prancing, do not get caught ngarep really, embarrassing again apert.

Still think about what to eat? Want the crab sweet acid, fried shrimp, sweet sour shrimp, fried duck same stir-fried bitter but kok shy ask everything, my health is a woman who uses people besides greedy it's name, sin. All I want is for the others to come here sometime.

"You want to make everything?" kok know the hell he's the same fill my head directly I reply head bobble.

"I'd like to try a sweet-sour crab."

"Well this pinter mbaknya, sweet sour crab here champion." immediately a big smile with an impatient face. What dream was I last night, as long as I have never felt and can only see the dinner-eat show on television. Alhamdulillah was given a chance to feel.

"Drink what? Juice?" bargain but I think of the water angel.

"White water anget." His forehead looked wrinkled.

"Why water angel?" tanyanya.

"Pengen aja." I replied origin.

One of the chef's direct executions made my order uh but I'm interested to see how to cook it. When Yahya asked me to wait in his room I refused, standing aside while watching the cook who confidently showed his ability while glancing at me with the most charming smile. Ah.. I am really fascinated with all his styles. Moreover, fitting the flexible style put the cuisine in the dish wow amazing, I until gawking.

"Special for a beautiful girl" he said proudly.

"Don't mind fiancee, I'll report to you again!" all I care about is the sweet sour crab and nothing else.

"Thank you for the chef hopefully be a worship charity! Brother Yahya we want to eat where this is." I said spirit.

"What is my room?" I nodded in agreement.

"No need to bother let me bring it myself." directly take it when someone wants to bring it. Smile then nod to everyone in the kitchen. Gone with Yahya's brother who was staring at me happily.

It feels really great, Alhamdulillah. When I had Yahya refused, he got tired of seeing the dish every day.

"I miss the same egg ceplok you made." I blushed, felt special. Here the menu is delicious he even misses the same egg ceplok made me.

"It can be Yahya. It is always something that is not commonly sought. If there's time to play at home, want a free egg for Yahya's brother." he laughed while shaking his head.

The rice is over. Want to spend my stomach is full and there are still many sweet sour crabs left.

"Not finished?"

"Whoever, just pack it home." So remember mom at home. Brought home so that mother can also feel the pleasure of this sweet sour crab. Brother Yahya nodded.

"You want another one?"

"Do not, this is enough." I refused firmly. Not bothering people too much. Enough to receive free.

"Don't pa pa pa, make mom." she still persuaded me with a reason for mom.

"Do not, really." drink warm water, it is not refreshing but God willing to nourish the body.