4

"Women must be guarded not because they are weak creatures, but because guarding is the duty of men."

-cantikazhr-

Daniel looked at the minimalist house in front of him, the fence that was the barrier between Daniel and the house was tightly locked. Naturally, considering it was too late to 'visit'.

The man looked at the paper bag in his hand, then he laughed at himself. What's all this attitude for?

When he was about to start his motorbike engine, Daniel heard the sound of the meatball uncle, accompanied by the tapping of the bowl and fork, which indicated that a meatball vendor wanted to pass.

Remembering that his stomach had not been filled since morning, Daniel intended to block the meatball maker. Not long after, the uncle and his cart approached Daniel.

"Brother bakso, come here!" Daniel hummed, not forgetting his moving hand made a calling gesture.

"Ready, boss!" The Meatball Brother approached Daniel.

"Wow, ajib. Do you have chicken noodles, sir?" asked Daniel.

"Oh, God, Mas. Is this writing on my cart not big enough if I only sell meatballs?" asked the brother.

Daniel giggled. "Fine, the Baksonya one."

"Ready!" The brother moved down the chair that he had put on the cart for Daniel to sit on. "Sit down first, Mas."

Daniel nodded, then sat down and played with his cell phone while waiting for the meatball to be ready.

"What are you doing here at night?" asked the brother.

"I want to find a girlfriend, Bang. But it's already cool," said Daniel who was still focused on his cellphone screen.

"Girlfriend?" Brother Bakso glanced at the house next to him. "Who owns this house, Mas?"

Daniel looked up then nodded. "Know, Bang?"

"Yo, you know, Mas. Mba Shasha's people are my customers, let's just see it will appear soon," explained the meatball maker brother.

"Do you know where he will be coming out soon?"

"The person already texted me earlier, Mas. The main subscription, Ms. Shasha likes to eat meatballs in the middle of the night."

Daniel's eyes sparkled, when the sound of the fence being opened revealed the figure of Shakira in her baby doll.

"Where's my meatball, Bang?" asked Shakira, who didn't realize that Daniel was there.

"Wait a minute, Ma'am. This is how to make the mas first," said the meatball seller's brother while pointing at Daniel with his chin.

Shakira's eyes turned to what the meatball potter was pointing at. Then, he laughed out loud.

"What are you doing here ?!" asked Shakira, her voice rising.

"Like me, do you. Do you own this road?" Daniel replied, raising an eyebrow.

"You see that teasing me in my yard, means mine!" Maki Shakira glared.

Instead of moving away, Daniel chuckled with amusement. He approached Shakira, then flicked her chin. "I'm being mean to my girlfriend, disobedient."

"Uh, don't touch!" Shakira roughly cut Daniel's hand, then glared fiercely again.

"It's touching, not holding. Here, I'll show you how to hold it," said Daniel, who immediately took Shakira's hand and held it.

"Now, this. It's not holding but, it's called grasping." Daniel chuckled as he raised his hand and Shakira who were linked.

Shakira immediately let go of Daniel's not so strong grip, then cleaned his hands with his nightgown.

"Crazy!"

"I've been told, saying that the boyfriend is disobedient. Do you want the title FTV later, the torment of a girl who likes to talk about her boyfriend. Beuh, want?"

Shakira couldn't stop thinking. How do you deal with this kind of Daniel Manggala Wdyatmaja creature? Just be persuaded that he is like this, soaring. Especially being softened, huh Shakira couldn't imagine.

"Neng and Mas, don't fight, please. How about this baksonya, who pays?" said the bakso brother who had been watching Shakira and Daniel's behavior.

"As a real man who has a lot of money, kind, handsome and not arrogant, I pay, how much?" Daniel replied, taking out his thick wallet.

"Uh, no! I can afford my own meatball!" Shakira's tentacle.

"No need to be proud, Sha-jiku." joked Daniel, then gave the meatball maker brother the money worth fifty thousand. "Just take the change, Mas."

"Wow, then every day just buy meatballs from me, Mas." joked brother bakso.

"If I eat meatballs every day, the one with my body is bulky, Bang. Like the one next to me, here."

Shakira glared. "Are you saying I'm bullied ?!"

"No, feel it, Sha-jiku?" Daniel chuckled with amusement.

"Okay, just continue fighting. I want to continue around first, don't forget to buy tomorrow, ok?" The older brother immediately sped away by pushing his cart, leaving Daniel and Shakira there.

"Go home!" expelled Shakira while waving his hand.

"Wait a minute," said Daniel, who then ran to the motorbike, then returned with a paper bag in his hand. "Here." Daniel handed the paper bag to Shakira.

"What, here?" asked Shakira, looking suspiciously a paper bag without taking it from Daniel's hand.

"Dead rats," replied Daniel casually.

Shakira put on an angry face, not forgetting her big eyes glaring at Daniel. Whereas those who were glared at just laughed. You punk.

"No, I believe." The man shook his head.

"Then, what's in it?" asked Shakira lazily.

"Cie, kepo." Daniel chuckled again, making Shakira even more angry.

"Bodo." Shakira immediately turned around, was about to enter the house, but Daniel managed to hold his hand.

"Wait," said Daniel, who shifted his position to take right in front of the girl. "This paper bag contains uniform contents, to be more precise with a white shirt. Your own is too thin, that's why when the sweat is translucent. Tomorrow don't use yours anymore, use this one. It's thicker, and the size is not mediocre. Other guys can't see it. your body. "

Shakira could only be stunned by Daniel's words and the look on the man's face, which looked serious, lost his sullen look that asked to be hit every time.

"Okay, I'm coming home. Remember, tomorrow I wear the uniform I gave you. Don't wear yours, and don't forget I'll pick you up tomorrow." Daniel ruffled Shakira's hair, making the girl froze until Daniel got on his big motorbike and sped away from Shakira's yard.

To be continued