Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 6

“Yes, hello! Who?” Finally Adam decided to pick up the phone that had been roaring for the third time. So now he had to tilt his head to a degree to clamp his phone between the ear and the shoulder. While the fingers still surf nimble on the tab screen.

Rafardhan who just finished bathing just a glimpse of it, because Adam's position like that is no longer a new thing. Really multitasking. His inner.

“Speak clearly, Ma'am! We are very busy!” Adam interrupted his caller across the street, who certainly didn't know how Adam's communication was short, clear and concise.

Receiving a call from someone looking for Rafardhan is nothing new to Adam. From claiming to be his friend, girlfriend or ex, to claiming to be the wife of Rafardhan series. All were done by Adam in his own way. Not infrequently it became a separate entertainment for Adam in between his busy dealing with Rafardhan who is a little dissident.

Though the one who called him at this time only said hello, then asked if this phone interfered with Adam's time or not. Isn't that a friendly and polite way of communicating? But Adam actually interrupted so that the caller immediately conveyed his interests without further ado.

I am Quinsha Danen, want to return the Rafardhan wallet left in my car.

It was the voice of the successful caller that made Adam's finger dance on the iPad stop. It was not because the voice of the woman speaking across it sounded flat, and smooth, as well as in one breath. But because it mentions ‘wallet’ that managed to grab the attention of Adam.

“Really?” But Adam did not immediately believe, he still responded to the words of the woman across there casually.

I sent you a picture, please check it out! And the phone was cut off from there.

“Hah?” also surprised Adam by the way this caller. However, a moment later his forehead immediately wrinkled to see a photo of a wallet sent on his phone screen.

“This is really your wallet, Raf?” Adam showed the photo of the wallet to Rafardhan who saw it for a moment and gave a short nod.

“Ok.” Adam immediately contacted the caller again. “ya right it belongs to Rafardhan. You can send it directly to our address. Our assistant will accept. Sorry can't see, because today our schedule is full.” Mas Adam immediately conveyed his point with a loud and clear as soon as heard the speech ‘Hallo’ from across there. Looks like he intends to reply to the caller's way of talking just now that smoothly without a semicolon.

Fortunately Adam did not stumble in every word spoken with almost no pause.

It would be better if I handed myself to the one who had. Just call when you can. Today, I am busy too. Assalamualaikum says.

So Quinsha answered and returned he turned off his phone first.

“Wah!” Adam exclaimed in amazement. Throughout the history of his life as an artist manager, only now, his phone was cut off first by someone who had an interest in his artist. “Who the hell, this chick?” adam grumbled that his pride had dropped by three steps. But then, “ Waalaikum greetings.” The man still remembered to answer the greetings, although he still felt annoyed.

"New arrival rare event yes, Mas. it deserves to be entered the record of the muri, recorded in history," said Rafardhan as he grinned.

“She's the girl in the photo,” said Rafardhan.

“Photo what?”

“My photos in tabloid.” The man gestured with his eyebrows at the tabloid scroll on the table.

“Kok you can know?”

“Gue feels that the wallet missed in his car.”

“If you know your wallet there ama it's a girl, why don't you take it? Instead of me having to bother taking care of your credit card to the bank and the police,” bursts Adam immediately while brandishing his fist at Rafardhan with a face bent with a lot of bending.

“Will I have to find that girl where, Mas? In the whole city of Malang and its surroundings?” Rafardhan threw a question. And it's true what he said.

It would take him how long to find the address of someone whose name he did not know.

It was his own fault why the time did not invite acquaintances.

“Do you still need that wallet? All your cards over there ‘kan dah taken care of?”

Rafardhan shook his head briefly. Understand, an artist whose income is certainly already exorbitant. Lost things, even if they are valuable or valuable, are no longer needed.

“In addition to the card, what else is the contents of your wallet?”

“There's cash.”

“How much?”

Rafardhan shook his head, and said casually, “gue does not count.”

“Ya. The important thing is not to spend a billion as well,” said mas Adam.