About the Heart

A fella? Accompanying?

It is true what Mas Rendra said, I have now sat in front of Rud mas. Sipping avocado juice he ordered for me.

"Where are you from?" the Introgation of Rud.

"Meeting." I replied.

"Is your friend Yo ... yang semalem?"

Why is he? My inner

I feel like a criminal who is being questioned by the police about criminal acts.

"Why dream?" he asked while looking at me without blinking.

"Oohh .. yes," I replied later.

"He's your boyfriend?" inquiringly.

"Should I answer your question?" tanyaku formal.

After all, he is my boss. Just because he was Mas Rendra's best friend, we got along, so we, me and Maya agreed not to use the "Father" greeting except in front of the client.

"It should be, because you're dating at office hours," she said.

I also did not answer the question. I took an invitation from my bag and handed it to him.

"Your boyfriend is engaged to someone else?

Just let your eyes turn red. You just broke up? All right, I'll forgive you this time."

I just shook my head. Not out of thought with the results of the analysis of the person who said smart.

"They're my best friends, sir," I explained.

"Then, you should attend their engagement," at once her face turned wrapped in a smile.

"I'll accompany you" he chirped later.

I glared at my eyes. Can't believe what I just heard. What the hell does this guy want?

"Thank you sir, but I can come alone" I explained to him.

"You don't have to worry, I'm fine with accompanying you" he insisted.

"Ni people why the hell?" my heart is unceasingly beating.

*****

"Mbak, get me a kebaya and a batik shirt that's as patterned as you are!" the Rud orders.

"Couple an Sir?" ask the uniform.

"Yes" answered Rud.

"What do you mean ...?" my number's disconnected.

"We're gonna wear it for your best friend's engagement."

"I think it's excessive sir, I already have a kebaya," I refused.

"But I haven't got a batik shirt that's as patterned as your usual."

I really didn't get over the thought with Rud's mas this time. There's only reason. Then I don't doubt his intelligence anymore.

"Stop calling me Father! Are you happy to see people walking with their fathers?"

This time I only reply with the word "Hmmmm".I don't want to serve it.Free..!

"Don't pick pink!" said mas Rud when the uniformed mbak-mbak had come carrying 2 sets of kebaya.

"I like pink!" my firmness.

"Do you want to see me like them?" point Mas Rud to a mas-mas mbak-mbak 2 personalities, or do you mean?

I'm just smiling. Just imagine that I've laughed, let alone seen him actually wear a pink shirt.

"Why are you smiling?" Hurry up and try there!"

Without waiting for 2x orders from him, I had already entered the fitting room. I commend his taste. This is very nice and elegant. I also showed my appearance with the kebaya of his choice.

"Wait here, I'll try my shirt first!" hatchlings.

A moment later, he came out wearing a shirt that made him look more handsome than usual.

"Mbak please take our photo!" pinta mas Rud again in uniform earlier.

"Could you?" my many.

"I'd rather judge through a photo than through a mirror" he said.

He is a strange man. Just this time, I met a man looking at clothes through a photo. After observing the photos, he decided to pay for the kebaya set we had tried earlier.