BOSS BUCIN_KU
An Accidental Meeting
This second part directly met a handsome man with an oriental face.
Without Yuni knowing that handsome man will be his future.
visuals by David
Dilan Wang as David Wang
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After the completion of the morning prayer, before the first shower wudlu in the toilet provided. his body is sticky, even though the bus he was riding was AC.
"Yes seger ki my body. I didn't try to call Ika meneh. maybe saiki wis tangi ya.." Yuni again tinkered at Hapenya. menutul number belonging to his conco. Rang but there was no answer.
He was not discouraged, in his tutelage again number his best friend. But what happened was that his call was diverted.
" Ngopo to kak iki. mosok ga gelem nompo my call." Yuni muttered
" Today when I called said ok. I was told to go to the cost. In fact, say if you want to dive into work at his place. la iki kok even ga biso contacted ki piye to." Yuni is confused, as her calling is not picked up by her best friend.
"No WA yo tick siji tok. iki keep me kudu ringendi..?" Thought Yuni.
Yuni looked uneasy waiting for the answer to the call from her friend. A bad feeling grew in his heart. Ah can't think bad.
But...
What if his friend lied to him?
What should she do...?
He was completely foreign to the atmosphere of the capital.
I used to go to Monas and Ancol during the Junior Study Tour. But it was with the group and the purpose was clear.
this, just armed with reckless he reached Jakarta himself.
His heart was half god.
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To his left was a pair of elderly people who also seemed to be waiting for his invitation.
They sat cross-legged enjoying the dry, dusty morning air of the terminal.
Suddenly a call came in from his mother.
" Where did you get..?" ask for a voice across.
"At the terminal ma'am. Wait to be picked up with Ika". replied Yuni.
" Oh ... yo guraturat nek wis press. la Ika has not jamput to mbak..? away from the terminal to house Ika.?" ask the mother from across.
" Ndak know buk. why until this hour has not been picked up. " replied Yuni.
Yuni glanced at the clock on her wrist. Time shows at 09:15 am.
" Maybe I'm busy. But you still have to be vigilant. Not just talk to new people ya mbak." his mother's message sounded worried.
" Nggih ma'am. Mbak will wait until zuhur. if it has not come also mbak permission to find kosan sendiro ya buk. Doakam is buk.." Yuni
" Just keep on going.."
"Needle buk.."
"Yo wis's. I'll hang up the phone first." His mother said across.
From a distance looks young man tampam approaching tampat sitting. The young man walked while operating his gawai.
" Granny in the moshola terminal right.well I've been in front of the mushola" said the young man.
"Grandma, Grandpa. Dafid had business all the way here. I must have waited a long time for this beautiful love of mine." said the young man.
Clean white skin, narrow eyes typical of Chinese descent, tall strapping bodies, neatly arranged hair and white shirts wrapped in black suits still coated in brown robes.
"Still the descendants of the gods may be. kok handsome ruarrr ordinary rich that "inner Yuni.
the conversation between the grandson and his mother sounded like a Yuni, because indeed their pisisi was quite close.
" Nena did insist on going home on a public bus. Should have let it be picked up by mr. Samu. Nena doesn't have to achieve this. Smells people have a hard time knowing not Nena..". The chirping grandson.
"You know rasane Le.."
"Nena same Opa mu this pingin nostalgia. Debelum is called God. Want to repeat the feeling when we're hard."
"First time on the bus to the city. By holding a baby that's still red." Answer the grandmother.
" Y wis. Yuk wis cloud. later you are late. you anter Nena go home first to go to the office.
" Eh mbak. Can't take care of my grandparents first. I drove them to the car first". the handsome young man said to him.
" Yes"....
