CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapters 70. Little girl

"Isn't it too soon?" ask Tirta.

Right now, they're hanging out at a cafe, late in the afternoon.

"I don't want to put it off anymore. She's the right woman to stand by me." Alan stared out, noticing the heavy traffic.

"Your parents?"

"They certainly agree. From a long time ago, they wanted a daughter-in-law who was also a doctor."

Alan looked over, looking at Tirta. Friends who always take the time to meet him, when asked. Ervan don't ask him. Busy guy, choosing to go home fast. She said Sarah missed him.

"You alone, what's your plan?" continued Alan.

"Me?" Tirta pointed at his chest. "What plan?"

"Married."

Uhuk!

Tirta choked on her own saliva. Married to who? Girlfriend only, don't have.

"Are you not wrong, ask me? Married to who? An owl?"

Alan chuckles. Tirta never dated. He was busy studying and studying. The woman then walked in front of him, only a glance.

"Do you want to match? Many doctors are still single."

"No, thank you. I still want to be alone. Most women, it looks troublesome and I don't like it."

Alan drank his orange juice up the toilet. The sky was dark and the street lights were already on. He remembered, the promise of dinner, with Zia.

"We're home. I don't want to be late."

"Where?"

"Eat night."

Alan was already walking first, while Tirta, still stirring his avocado juice, which was still half a glass. He did not want to go home now, and no one was waiting for him at home.

Be married?

Tirta never thought of that. He just wants to work, raise money and enjoy his life. A lady? God's creature, which he had never thought of.

Back stirring his avocado juice, while listening to pop music, which seemed to calm his heart.

Heh. Tirta took a deep breath. Rise up, when boredom approaches. He walked to the parking lot, got in the car.

Along the way, Tirta drives with the music that became his friend. He drove to Alan's apartment. It's better to go back there. Play games while waiting.

"You here?" alan asked who was just about to get out, found Tirta standing in front of the door of his apartment.

"Hmm," Tirta replied briefly and directly barged in.

"Wait, inside there's an _"

Alan had not finished his sentence, Tirta was staring at a young girl, sitting on the sofa.

"He's my brother" Alan said.

Tirta noticed the girl who was also looking at him sharply. Short hair, white skin and round eyes. He held a snack, with the tv screen on.

"Who?" the girl asked, but her eyes were still locked on Tirta.

"He's my friend."

Tirta immediately turned the body. Walk towards the door. He better get home.

"What is sister's friend afraid of girls?"

Sontak Tirta stopped. He looked at Alan, who was ready with his shirt.

"Don't listen, he! My little sister, well, that's it!" alan replied, who actually gave Tirta a signal, to leave immediately.

Tirta turned back around. The look on his face was already set to be different, just like when he was in the company.

"Hallo, handsome brother!" The girl, already approaching, drew Tirta's hand to receive his helping hand. "My name is Alinna."

Tirta did not answer. He looked at Alan, asking for an explanation.

"Organ." Alan pulled his sister away. "He's Brother's friend."

"Indeed, why? I just want to get acquainted." Returning to his feet, this time Alinna pulled Tirta, sitting on the sofa.

"Unmute, huh? Or no name?"

Alan took a deep breath. Maybe the dinner failed. Not because, worrying about his fair share, but his best friend.

"Tirta," replied Tirta finally, who was still looking at the slightly different nature of Alan's sister.

"Tirta, come on, let's go!" invite Alan, who has withdrawn Tirta's hand to rise immediately.

"Aren't you, Brother there's a dinner? Let it be, Brother Tirta accompany me." Staring at Tirta with eyes sparkling expectantly. "Yes, right, brother?"

"No. I better go home." Tirta got up, patted Alan on the shoulder, before opening the door.

"Alin, lock the door. Brother will be home late, don't open the door for just anyone."

The younger brother did not reply, he just nodded lazily.

Alan came out of the apartment, chasing Tirta who was still waiting for him in front of the elevator door.

"She's grown up and made my parents, stressed."

"Why?"

Alan took a deep breath. Actually, he was lazy to talk about his sister. Perhaps, it will take hours.

Elevator door opens. They stepped into their vehicles.

"Why did you suddenly show up? I thought you'd come home to your place."

"I'm bored and planning on waiting for you. But, nevermind. I'm home."

Tirta waved, before getting in the car. He remained silent, thinking hard to return to his apartment. Alan's car was already driving, honking, before it disappeared.

He had no other purpose but this place. To Ervan's house? Oh, better not at all.

The car engine has been turned on, he has also installed a seatbelt.

Suddenly,

"Sir Tirta, open it!"

The little girl, banging on the windshield.

"Why?" Tirta lowered the glass, by half.

"Sister, take me, dad. I want to see my friends."

"Get it."

Tirta glanced at the girl sitting beside him. Using a mini dress, with a length, above the knee. The chest is slightly open.

"Where are you going, dressed like that?"

"Meet my friend diclub."

Cekiiitts.

Tirta stopped suddenly, until Alin, almost banged.

"What's up, brother?"

"Club's? How old are you?" Tirta's voice has gone up. How could he let his best friend's sister who still wants to go to the club with minimal clothes.

"What the hell, Brother! I'm an adult. I've graduated school. I want to see my friends, before I go away for college."

"Ck!" Tirta was back on the road.

What's wrong with her? Why is his attitude so strange?

"Sister, where are we going?" Alin noticed, the path that Tirta was going through.

"Go home" Tirta replied, without looking. This little girl, was a rebel. Alan deserved, saying that his parents were stressed to face his sister.

"Let's down, i. Goddamnit!"

Tirta did not care, he kept on going quietly. Closing his hearing from the swearing, the girl next to him.

Alin looked at the view. A place, which he thought was a parking lot.

"Down!" Tirta had opened the door for him.

"Where are you taking me? Huh!"

Tired waiting. Tirta directly carried Alin like a sack of rice. No matter what the girl screams.

"Get go, me, goddamn it! I'll report you to my brother. You guys stress!"

Bruck.

Alin landed on the sofa. He was in pain, not ready.

"Where is this?"

"My apartment."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Shut up and wait, brother. I'll call him."

Alin's eyes are wide. Perhaps, he failed to study in this city. Alan and his parents, will definitely send him out of the country with strict supervision.

Ah, crap! Why, he asked his brother's best friend to deliver. He thought, Tirta is a person who can be invited to compromise and not care.

Wait, me! I will definitely repay you!

In the corner of the room, Tirta was calling Alan. With eyes that cannot be separated from his supervision.

"Alan will be home soon. You better sit still and wait!"

Tirta walked towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. He took a canned drink and a bottle of mineral water.

"drink. I have nothing, other than that."

Alin is not. He was silent with sharp eyes.

Cold men, like you, should be reciprocated in what way, well! He must not be close to women. Well then, hahahaha.....