Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 12

“Why come here? Want to bug you?” Blow Adam on Rafardhan who just shakes fast. Adam fell asleep on the way. And when he woke up, the car had stopped in the spacious courtyard of an Islamic education foundation, Nada Hikam.

Maybe that's in Adam's mind, everyone who comes to an educational foundation just to make a donation. Whereas the Nada Hikam Islamic education foundation is under the stewardship of L&D Foundation, a social foundation owned by a large company, Pramudya Corp in Jakarta. Almost can be said, if Nada Hikam already does not need volunteer donations, because it already has a regular and classy donor.

“Ee where are you going?” Spray Adam's mas again when he saw Rafardhan preparing to get off the car after covering his face with a mask.

“Down,” replied Rafardhan briefly.

“You what?” Adam immediately straightened his body and looked at Rafrdhan sharply.

“Gue there is a fleeting interest,” replied the man and immediately opened the door.

“Raf, don't act outside Schedule yes!” stop Adam immediately.

“What else? Duties I obey the schedule from you already spun ‘kan for today,” whistle Rafardhan.

“Not yet. Later in the afternoon we have another schedule,” explained Adam.

“That's it later. I'm also not going to get stuck here. Adam is sleeping again! Dozen dreams you had delayed.” Rafardhan patted his manager on the shoulder and got out of the car without being prevented. Adam just grunted softly with a pair of eyes that could not be seen Rafardhan's movements.

Quinsha had packed all the items into the bag, following the bell home that rang about ten minutes later. “Mbak Quinsha, there's a guest!” exclaimed a colleague from the middle of the office door.

“Who?”

“Not knowing, he's waiting in front!” and the giver of the info immediately breezed out.

Quinsha rushed over with curiosity. Who wants to meet him at the foundation. But in front of the office he could not find anyone waiting for him. Quinsha continued towards the middle of the courtyard, slightly swerving left right as she stepped into the parking lot.

“Good day,” greet someone who suddenly blocked his steps.

Quinsha first looked at the person covering her face with the mask in front of her, before answering “Yes, noon. Who is it?” ask the girl who felt unfamiliar to the person who greeted her. From the results of looking at I Quinsha on a part of the face that was not covered by the man, he only found a pair of clear eyes under the eyebrows that were not so thick but very neat. And Quinsha didn't recognize it.

“You!?” surprised Quinsha who did not expect that the famous artist came to see him.

“Ya, you can already recognize me?”

“You want to take the wallet?” instead of answering Rafardhan's question, Quinsha asked another question. And his hand immediately reached into the contents of his bag of straps.

“No,” Reply Rafardhan.

Hearing that answer Quinsha immediately stopped the movement of her hand and looked at the handsome man in front of her full of questions, “then?”

“I want to ask one thing, have you found a way, for me to compensate for your wasted time?” the brown bead looked directionally at Quinsha's pair of clear eyes. Of course the girl immediately avoided the sight. His pair of eyes moved uneasily, the sudden presence of Rafardhan meeting him alone, already making him uncomfortable. Plus the question the man asked.

I don't know what happened, why after the young man was present in front of him, Quinsha seemed to forget his intention from earlier who really wanted to talk to Rafardhan.

“Not home, Quinsha?” suddenly I heard a question from someone who came. Not only Quinsha, Rafardhan was staring at Bayhaki Arfan who suddenly came asking.

“Rafardhan Malik,” muttered Arfan after seeing who the man who was talking to Quinsha was. “Sorry, you have another guest apparently. Please continue! I first.” Arfan didn't give Quinsha time to answer. He immediately stepped away even with a slight hurry.

Quinsha let out a faint sigh. This condition is contrary to what he had explained earlier in Arfan— that he did not know Rafardhan—but in fact the man even came to meet him to the foundation. And Arfan isn't too naive to think this is mediocre. Where there is a famous artist to meet someone specifically if not based on a big reason.

But why now is Quinsha even worried about what Arfan will think?

“Mas Rafka!” Suddenly someone called from a distance.

Quinsha turned to the direction the voice came from. There were two female Muslim men in hijab who were both staring at Rafardhan and Quinsha. But the name they called was not Rafardhan. ‘Surely they're wrong person’ Inner Quinsha.

“Mas Rafka! The two called back and their gazes pointed at Rafardhan. It seemed that the man sighed and waved at the two girls, then covered his face with a mask.

“Mas Rafka! Rafardhan Malik!” They called back louder, asking for more attention.