Talking to the phone

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Just now Dian opened a box of chicken and a bottle of cola that she just bought.

Ding dong!

Oh shit!

With a heavy heart the girl got up from in front of the TV and headed for the door. Left the fried chicken which was very tempting. Irritating.

Click!

"Haikal?"

"This!"

Dian frowned when she saw the man thrusting the cellphone at him.

"What?"

"Your phone number! Write it down!"

'Phone number? Look. We're already dating but haven't had any contact with each other. What kind of joke is this?' Diane thought.

Reluctantly the girl took the cellphone from her hand and wrote down the number on it.

"Are you eating?" he asked with his eyes fixed on the box of chicken and cola on the table which was clearly visible from the door.

"Yes."

Dian also returned the cellphone to him.

"Okay then!" Haikal re-entered his cellphone and turned away from Dian to his motorbike.