"Mas Daylon, please eat, don't just look at it."
A piercing voice I can hear behind me. In fact, I just saw the food on the table, but the voice immediately sounded in my ears. What exactly is she planning on her child's friends?
After I turned my head back, I immediately forced a smile when I saw Mrs. Febrianti was there.
"Ah... hahaha... Yes, later. I'm still full."
Again, I have karma like this. This incident is very similar to when I was a naughty child.
In the past, I often put laxatives in Rifai's lunchbox. What my mother made was a school lunch, I usually went straight to her and told her to pick up the clothesline with the excuse that it was raining outside. With the laxative that I bought at the pharmacy, I immediately mixed the contents of Rifai's lunch box.
And in terms of results, Rifai always has heartburn when the break is over and lasts for when school arrives.
