BRIPDA MAHMUD'S 30-DAY GIRLFRIEND

Chapter 53. Dinda With Mahmud

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This morning Dinda sat in the back seat of her desk. He will serve some of the people who have been waiting in line to meet him.

Elsewhere, Ezra with friends formed in a team preparing will leave the service the day after. They arranged some clothes, and various other supplies were put into a backpack.

Done that, Ezra went to the office and went straight into the room of Mr. Hadi. They talked about serious matters related to the work that Ezra had to do with the team members at the location to be addressed. 

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At the entrance of the company, there were two pick up cars walking in, and stopped in front of the guard post.

The driver got out of the car.

"Good morning,"

"Good morning, sir. Can I help you?" Asked Andi who was currently wearing a police suit. He's out of post.

"I'd like to meet Mr. Mahmud, sir," 

"Yes, what's wrong?" Ask Mahmud who just came out of his dorm not far from the post. He walked over to Andi and the man.

"I delivered the gift that the old men in the village promised you last night,"

The driver pointed at the two pick ups behind which were covered in tarps. They walked slowly closer to the parked car.

Before the tarp was opened, from the very stinging smell alone can be guessed what is the contents of the pick up car. But to find out exactly what the contents of the car load, the driver opened the tarp cover, it turned out that the contents of durian fruit only, there was nothing else.

Mahmud, Andi, and some of the security guards who were there were amazed by the durian fruit given by their parents.

"So where do I want to put it down, Commander?" Ask the driver.

"Is this not wrong for me?" Ask Mahmud.

"This is true for you, Ndan."

"Thank you then, tell him, my gift is glad to receive" Mahmud said with a smile.

The dormitory seemed deserted, as all the employees went to work. There are only a few people there. Mahmud then distributed some of the durians to them. The security guard, the other security officers all got a share. After each of them had finished taking, Mahmud wanted to bring the rest to the princess dormitory. Because he remembered, a few days ago, to prove the seriousness of his love, someone wanted a durian fruit like a hiline car. 

"Sir, ask for help to be delivered to the girls' dorm, yes,"

"Well, Ndan." The driver got into the car. Mahmud entered, sitting to the left of the driver. The car turned around, then drove towards the princess dormitory. 

Before reaching the girls' dormitory, Mahmud asked for a car to stop in front of the office.

"Wait a minute, sir," Mahmud got out of the car, went straight into the office. The room of Dinda.

Dinda was in front of the computer.

"Tokay! Geck! Geck!" The sound of Dinda's door being knocked.

Dinda who was seriously inputting data into the computer, turned to the door. At the sight of commander Mahmud standing at the door, Dinda stood up to go to him.

"Pak Mahmud" said Dinda.

"Follow me a minute!" Mahmud came out, followed by Dinda behind him.

"What's wrong?" Ask Dinda.

"Follow it, not for long!" Mahmud asks Dinda to get in the car.

The car drove back to the princess dormitory which was not far from the office.

The car stopped in front of the girls' dormitory. At this hour the atmosphere looks quiet. No one's milling around there. 

After everyone got out of the car, the driver and some people who came from the village, opened a tarp that covered the rear tub of the car.

"God willing!" Surprised to see durian filling two cars, Dinda screeched while covering her mouth with both hands.

"I mean ...?"

"This durian is for you."

"Well! This much?"

"To prove the seriousness of my love!" Mahmoud said without hesitation.

Dinda glared at Mahmud. 'To prove the seriousness of my love!' Dinda's birthday in the heart. 

"Let it down here, sir." Mahmud pointed to an empty spot beside the princess dormitory.

The driver dropped the durian at the spot Mahmud pointed it out.

"Sir, this is a lot," pointed Dinda at the durian fruits, following Mahmud who walked towards the terrace.

"Yes, as you requested the other day," Mahmud said with a smile, holding back laughter at Dinda's waist-running with her left hand, while one hand held her head, lowered. Dinda tried to remember what she said at the time.

Flashbacks

"Is it really healthy?" Mahmud asked Dinda.

"Already," Dinda who lowered her head, answered briefly.

"How much is durian now?" Ask Andi.

"The durian is still going to hold. Different from other seasonal fruits. If durian, when the season is expensive, especially if it is not the season, it can be more expensive." Mahmud turned to pay attention to those who opened the durian.

"Then maybe it can be used to shoot women pujaan, huh?" Chirps Dinda, making all eyes turn towards her.

"That means being able to sue girls, is that it?" Ask Andi.

"No. But to prove the seriousness of his love!" Answer Dinda.

"In that way, is it possible to be directly accepted by his love? Without any rejection?" Asked Andi who was very curious about Dinda's thoughts.

"Can be, what else if when the price is expensive. And if the durian fruit as much as one wagon hiline car, hiiii!" Answer Dinda origin and end giggling because it feels funny with his thoughts.

"What!" Anu and Yos answered with glaring eyes.

"Hiii.. hiii. don't pretend to be so surprised" said Dinda casually.

Flash on's.

Dinda followed Mahmud sitting on the bench. Dinda sat to the left of Mahmud.

"Sir, that time was just a joke, not for real," Dinda tried to explain, so that Mahmud did not misunderstand. 

"No, not really papa." Mahmud replied calmly.

Then Mahmud turned to Dinda, "I want to prove the seriousness of my love for you."

Dinda.

"You understand, don't you mean?"

Dinda nodded and kept her head down, not daring to look at Mahmud. Dinda felt careless with her words. And even more surprising, it was always remembered Mahmud.

"I hope, as long as I'm not around, you don't turn away." Mahmud.

Dinda raised her face, looking at Mahmud who was looking straight ahead.

"I heard that there is someone who also likes you, he is even willing to change his beliefs for the sake of his love. But, I told you, Madam Dinda, if indeed we are not a match, I suggest, Madam Dinda do not choose a different belief!" Mahmud's voice was soft, but able to penetrate the recesses of Dinda's heart. Mahmud's eyes were staring at Dinda. As if looking for sincerity from the radiance of the two clear eyes.

"Next month I'll come here." 

Dinda was quiet, down. He did not know what to say in response to Mahmud's words.