Husky Voice Guy

THE pointed finger is agile to do its job. Picking strawberries that have ripened in the branches of the trees. Irritated to see everything bear fruit. And she relentlessly fills the basket in her hand. A sense of fun and satisfaction can reap the rewards.

"Here to the best strawberry farm in Cameron?"

The greeting of a husky voice stopped Leanne's movements. Slowly his head turned. A body part of a Chinese guy who was leaning on a pole is touching the view. After five seconds of eye contact, the girl went back to doing her work.

"Ermmm ... yes."

"So, I didn't choose the wrong place, did I?"

"I guess so."

"You work here?"

"Ermmm... hmm."

"So, could you please help me to choose the best and fresh strawberries?"

Leanne glanced at the man next to her.

"Why should I be chosen?"

"Because I just saw you as an employee here."

"There are many other employees who can help you. Besides, I'm here part-time."

"Really?" the man smiled as he raised an eyebrow. His hands were then crossed around his body. "But since you were the first I saw when came in, I still chose you."

Once again Leanne's hand stopped. Eyes closed. Her jaw was clenched.

'I want to swear, he's a customer. If I don't make his request, he must report to the boss. Later, I will be blamed! Arrghhh!'

"So, how? Would you help me?" asked the man again.

"Okay."

In forced, Leanne placed a basket of strawberries that was almost full. Several other empty baskets were reached and the girl stepped towards the trees that had not yet been tampered with. From the tail of the eye, she could see the man also following her step behind. But Leanne doesn't care.

One by one she picked the ripe strawberries. Only large, fresh, reddish fruits are selected. Fear of making the wrong choice later, the customer complained that the fruit he took was small, damaged, not pretty and what else.

"Thank you for helping me."

The husky's voice was heard again. When By the time Leanne turned around, the figure was already beside her. Leaning back as both hands clutched his pants pocket this time.

"It's fine. My job." Leanne said resignedly.

Like it or not, what can she do. Have to face it. He's just a coolie here. Must follow the orders of every customer request that comes. Not to mention customers who are picky and pretentious. It's not good, that's not pretty.

Sometimes it feels like you're going to give a death slap.

"You must be the one who takes care of the strawberries here, right?" the man spoke again.

"Why say that?"

"Because it looks good, fresh, beautiful. Like you."

Spontaneously... the tip of Leanne's lips smiled a little. For some reason, her heart suddenly twitched with those words. Her anger also seemed to fly away. Even though her heart was too swearing obscenities just now.

"You said earlier that this is the best strawberry farm in Cameron. Of course, the breeds come from the best seeds."

"Mm-hmm. But even if it is the best breed in the world, and is not well taken care of, it won't be. "

"There's a way."

"If the person who takes care of it is as beautiful as you, fertilized and caressed with love every day, then surely this Cameron will be filled with strawberries like the one you picked."

Once again Leanne's heart pounded. This time it felt flowery with the praise given by the man behind.

"I don't think those strawberries will wither in a month."

Again... the verses touched the girl's heart.

"If I eat your strawberries later, I'll be disturbed by mistake for how many days perhaps."

For the umpteenth time, Leanne gritted her teeth. But not out of anger. Instead, she holds back the embarrassment that has already reddened her cheeks.

"Your mouth is really sweet. How many girls have been seduced?"

Leanne's words sluggishly let go.

"Many. Countless."

"Seems I would be the next victim. What is my ranking?"

"Wasn't the first. Not the last one either. Because you are not a victim category. But ... my future sweetheart."

Simultaneously Leanne turned away. Her steps swung closer to the figure that still remained with his posture from earlier.

"Enough?" the girl showed a basket full of contents in the front of the man's face.

"More than enough."

"Satisfied with my choice?"

"Very satisfied."

"So... let's go to the counter now and pay." The man stood up straight. "Ladies first."

Immediately Leanne set the motion. Uncomfortable lingering with the husky-voiced man. Fear of his heart was more and more torn by the sweet verses that were thrown.

After the payment was done, Leanne handed over the packages of strawberries to the man.

"Thank you for buying at our store. Please come again."

"Anytime for you."

Leanne's heart fluttered again. Quickly the girl circulated. The apron was taken off. The sling bag was put on. A box on the counter table was picked up and lifted before he moved out of the store. The male figure who remained staring at her was just being passed without a glance and a word.

"Where are you going?" the husky's voice asked as he followed Leanne.

"Go home. My shift is over."

"With this box?"

"This is not mine."

"Then, whose?"

"I have to send it to the night market first before going home."

"Night market? Where?"

"There."

The man looked in the direction Leanne was headed. About 200 meters in front "By walk?"

"Not very far."

"Not very far you said. With this heavy box?"

"It's normal. Not so heavy either. "

The man was silent for a moment. "Let me send you."

"Send?"

"Yes."

"By what?"

The man did not answer. Instead, the leg stopped at the edge of a high-power motor before his left hand patted the body of the BMW S 1000 RR.

"It's okay. Thank you."

Immediately Leanne set a step back.

"Hey! Wait!"

Seeing the girl in front just keep walking, the man put the plastic package in hand on his superbike. Quickly he chased after Leanne who was getting further away.

"Hey, girl! Wait! Let me send you."

"I don't want to."

"Why? I'm not going to do anything bad to you. I just want to help you.

"Who knows? We've only known each other how many minutes."

"If I'm going to do evil, I've been pulling you on that motorcycle and took you away."

Leanne was silent. In stepping, his eyes glanced at the man next to him.

"Believe me. I sincerely want to help you."

"It's okay."

"Please?"

"I'd rather walk than get your expensive motorbike dirty."

The man's move stopped immediately. Squeezing his waist while taking a long sigh. It was the first time he had met such a stubborn girl. It really feels challenged!

Leanne quickened her pace. The sooner she gets to the market, the sooner she can stop this roadside drama. There are a lot of cars along the way. All the spies must have been watching the chase between her and the man at the back. Surely people will think they are a couple of lovers who are fighting. Worst... husband and wife are arguing.

Oh… ask to be kept away!

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Leanne shouted as the box in her hand was snatched in the blink of an eye. Stunned him with such a sudden drastic action.

"Let me bring it."

"No need. I can bring my own."

"I want to help you."

"It's fine. Give me back the box." Leanne tried to retrieve the box of strawberries from the man's hand in front.

"No. Let me bring it."

"Give me...,"

"I won't let a beautiful woman carry a heavy box like this for a long walk alone."

"I'm used to it."

"That's another story."

"If you weren't here after this,

I'm the one who has to do it myself."

"That is another story. For tonight, let me bring it and accompany you there. If you want me to carry you, there is no problem as well."

Leanne's anger grew more and more with a sluggish sentence and a calm ripple the man next to her

"Give it back...,"

Quickly the man kept his hand away.

"There are a lot of people on the street right now. Later this box I measles, you that I lift and carry later. Let everyone see."

This time, Leanne's legs were stopped from her steps. Sharp in his eyes staring at the man who was already a few sites ahead leaving her with a threat that really made her speak broken.