Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 7

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

“There's cash.”

“How much?”

Rafardhan. “Gue not counting.”

“Ya. Not nyampek a billion as well,” said mas Adam while packing tabs and his phone. Yes, where there is such a small wallet can contain a billion dollars. It could be Adam. “Ato if you love your wallet, ntar I bought in one, a gift for you,” continued mas Adam while watching Rafardhan from the reflection of the glass carefully.

“When?” asked the man who was busy combing his hair. Rafardhan does not like to use the services of make-up artists, outside for the benefit of shooting or photoshot. Initially, Mas Adam was against his will, because for the manager who has the size of the stomach equivalent of four months pregnant, the appearance of an artist is very important. Because ‘its selling power’ can be measured by how luxurious it looks.

But with his arrogance, Rafardhan said, that he had been handsome charming from the moment in the womb. So without even a makeup polish, the charm remains undeniable.

When that was the case, Adam could only remain silent. As if I could find no more words of refutation. Because all Rafardhan's words are undeniable. That all is right and true.

“Kalo I have received a salary from you. This month I take my salary double, make your buyin new wallet.” Adam immediately laughed at the end of his sentence. For him poured that much money just to buy branded— goods even though it is not called a waste, but better used for more meaningful things, for example made a vacation with his small family. The next month will increase his responsibilities as a father. His wife is now pregnant.

Rafardhan sneered as he shook his head. “gosah deh, I bought it myself,” he said and immediately stood up after the ritual of applying its appearance was considered complete.

“Your lips look dry, Raf! Did you wear the lipbalm I gave you yesterday?” mas Adam got the result of his careful gaze on the artist.

“But.”

“Wear Raf! That's really important for your look!” mas Adam immediately stirred up the contents of the bag he used to carry everywhere to get what he was looking for. While Rafardhan looks a little clucked at the words of Adam. 'Another display problem' Inner. But try to survey all artist managers in this country, surely the average they will agree with Adam's remarks.

Nowadays, that appearance is already a dead price. Let alone an artist, who is not an artist alone has been competing to make an appearance as the first and foremost. There are probably only a few people who are not in this line.

Back to Adam and Rafardhan.

“Leave in car, Mas!” rafardhan said after a few minutes Adam was busy stirring the contents of the bag and got nothing.

“Why not tell from earlier?” reprimand Adam while tidying the bag again. “Yuk hurry! In half an hour we have to mengampek location,” he said while preceding the steps Rafardhan who is still back looking at his appearance in the mirror.

**********

In a different place.

“How is Aura condition?” alarick asked when the car he was driving had entered the hospital parking area.

“Still unconscious, Mas,” said Sherin who sat next to him. Today he has an appointment with Quinsha to return to guard Aura Aneshka at Saipul Anwar Hospital.

“Not yet. No one knows his contact. What, Mas have a contact Damaresh?” Sherin looked at her husband expectantly. According to him, whatever the problem that Aura and her husband are facing, Damaresh—suami Aura— must know the condition of his wife now. But Sherin becomes very disappointed when Alarick shakes his head slowly.

What problems did Alarick have with his family? Until he no longer keeps contact with his entire family. Sherin's mind is in silence.

“Want to be picked up at what time?” alarick's question blew his daydream.

“Maybe, Mas only,” Sherin said. She kissed her husband's hand before getting out of the car. After Alarick's car left the hospital parking area, Sherin immediately called Quinsha. And it turns out Quinsha was filling her stomach in a diner across the street.

“You order too, Rin?”

“Gak. I just got through.”

“bareng sir?” ask Quinsha. Sherin nodded with a smile.

“Aalhamdulillah's. There's been progress.” Quinsha immediately put down the spoon and fork that became her tableware. Then he rubbed his face with two palms like someone who just ended the prayer.

“Apaan anyway, Sha. Eating together for us is common,” said Sherin while menoel Quinsha's shoulders with fingertips. “One taste it's not yet,” continued Sherin by slowing down her voice.

“Hopefully hastened.”

“Aminn. Thanks prayer. Hot-hot kok buy spicy food anyway, Sha?” Sherin looked at Quinsha's white face that was filled with sweat spots. It seemed like it was a mix of hot weather and spicy food being devoured.

“This again ngadem,” says Quinsha of origin.

“Ngademin what?”

“Resent feeling.”

“Arfan yes?” guess Sherin straight away.

Quinsha shook her head briefly and returned to enjoying her spicy food quite voraciously.

“Then?”

“Later I will tell,” concluded Quinsha. The beautiful girl was tempering her sense of regret at the attitude of the artist manager who was called just now. That's why he refused to tell. Because by talking about it, the sense of regret will be increasingly sticking to the surface.

And before long, they immediately came out of the restaurant, and walked towards the hospital to return to guard the still unconscious Aura. When passing through a special four-wheeled parking lot, Quinsha set his eyes on a row of cars lined up there even to stop the step.