69-A

"You really don't want to go to uncle Ujang's stall? It's not a treat,"

I immediately turned around, hearing the voice. I'm pretty sure whose voice it is. Yes, who else but Ricky's voice. A boy's voice that I always miss.

I immediately turned around. He was already standing with a big smile on his face. His brown eyes narrowed, leaving his curly eyelashes that looked real. Ricky's hair, which was starting to grow long, was slicked back. So that clearly displays her clean white face, black eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips that are really tempting. Really, I just realized that Ricky is this handsome.

"How come?" I asked. He smiled.

"Miss."

"The same?"

"uncle Ujang," he answered.

Even though I'm already big-headed if he will say he misses me. Oh, Ricky!

"Well, there... the apple with uncle Ujang," I was angry. Instead, he laughed, pulled me over then invited me to sit at the center table.