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Chicken soup with yellow coconut sauce
Orders came, a small bowl measuring 15 centimeters in diameter and a piece of chicken that could not possibly make him full, but the price was the same to buy five rice Padang.
But this could prove that the people who are in a fancy cafe, not to fill the stomach, but about prestige to look special.
Chicken soup with yellow coconut sauce, no more chicken opor just given a name to English-sliced in order to attract customers to be interested that it is expensive food.
While in a regular food stall, Chicken soup with yellow coconut sauce is not more than fifteen thousand rupiah, it can still be changed.
A life lesson, that intelligent people with high integrity, English-speaking experts, and GPA 3.8, only a group of people full of prestige who are easily in the kibulin by the manager of food stall marketing category Cafe.
For Ryan it was all for nothing, prestige did not make his life full, while hunger could kill him.
As long as it can fill the stomach, with only one plate of rice, omelet until it disappears protein because it is covered with flour, and prayer before eating.
Forget about nutrition, or protein, more talk four healthy five perfect, because it can eat every day to keep stomach acid so as not to be flaky, become an unequaled pleasure.
"Nyon... I'm sorry, brother, why would you want to know about me." Ask Ryan.
"It's not important, just to feel that the life you're living now is the same as my old life."
After one bowl of chicken soup with yellow coconut sauce in the swallow runs out with the sauce without waste. Sela looked at Ryan again, smiling to herself.
"Do you know Ryan, why I want to be the wife of an old man who just went in at the end of it has gone limp." Sela laughed with amusement.
"On the treasure ? Or happiness ?."
"Happiness ?." Sela laughed at that word from Ryan.
"What's so funny brother ?."
"No, but if you think happiness is about love, then you should find a free toilet in this town."
Ryan's confused..."What does that mean ?."
"I don't want to admit it, but in this day and age it's all about how much money is stored in the account book. Everything is measured by the material, It's reality.nothing is free, so winning treasures don't produce happiness, but possessions can buy happiness for us." Sela answered clearly.
Ryan understood, he admitted that, for those who have possessions, become rich, all they can do, people dance on the palm of the hand, obeying all desires, so there is nothing wrong if Sela marries old man Brahman just for his property.
Regarding love, it becomes the twenty-fifth order, Sela is not hypocritical, even she admits it, because the richer a person, the more noble in the eyes of people.
"What about Reina ?." Ryan asked.
"I'm doing my duty as her mother, stepmother I mean, I'm watching Reina, I'm giving her what she's asking for, even though for Reina I'm nothing more than a hitchhiker at her father's house, if she doesn't want to admit me, it's none of my business." Relax Sela smiled.
Finished with small talk in the cafe, Sela took Ryan away to shop for other necessities, but who would have thought, Sela also bought a lot of things to Ryan.
It was all cheap, certainly cheap for Sela's finances, Ryan did not know on what basis he was so good to her, while he was a nobody.
Moving home, Ryan was delivered by Sela to the front of the house, a patch of land with a small building type S3, Selonjoran Saja Difficult, yes it makes him remember how he also lived in a place like Ryan now.
"Nyony.... Sorry brother, thank you, I don't know how to repay." Said Ryan .
"Thank you, one more time." Polite Ryan smiled.
"And also remember, don't call me madam, I'm not as old as mad mothers." Firmly Sela said.
"I understand brother." Ryan couldn't argue.
Sela takes her car out of a narrow alleyway to Ryan's house, though it is not far from the elite housing that Brahman lives in. But from both sides of the road, it was clear how he saw the difference between the rich man's house and the poor man's house.
It was late afternoon for Sela to come home, all looking as usual.
Brahman was busy playing golf in the backyard. The maids were talking about themselves in the kitchen. The driver and the gardener excitedly commented to Sela's waitress as she passed in front of them.
That's their business, Sela doesn't care how others see her, either as the young wife of an old man who wants property, or as the young wife of an old man, or even a lucky woman got instant wealth because married by an old man.
"Can't they talk about anything else, even though a lot of artists have scandals, what that means is I'm more famous." Mumbles Sela.
Sela walked into the house, her mood was quite happy to be able to take the time to chat with others, without having to take care of the old man.
But after Sela went up to the Second floor, Reina stood up as if waiting for her stepmother's arrival, showing no respect, looking with a cynical look and a mocking smile.
"You've come home Reina, is your hangout fun ?." Ask Sela.
Reina laughed before answering...."Yeah of course, it's more fun than spending time with a young man."
"You mean Ryan ?."
"Who else has been with you all day."
Sela is intrigued when she sees how Reina is upset that she knows she met Ryan by accident.
"I just met Ryan at the shoe store, so there's nothing weird." Reply Sela relaxed.
"In the end you like young men like Ryan better than my father."
"Hmmm he's handsome, but that doesn't mean I like him."
"As much as you want to talk, I don't care if you like anyone, but not Ryan." Reina strongly denounced Sela.
"Why ?."
"I said no, yeah no, don't you know that."
"What is it that is appropriate to say by the woman who threw it by the side of the road." Sindir Sela smiled meaningfully.
"It's none of your business."
Sela angrily walked into her room and slammed the door. Seeing Reina's attitude, only smiling, she seemed to know what young women thought of love as a child.
"Ryan, I feel sorry for you, you have to face a stubborn woman like her." A long breath with a meaningful smile from Sela.
