CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTERS 30. RISSA SIGNAL

"Ohh so you graduate this year Kay?" rissa asked, the beautiful girl was already familiar with Kayra. He even asked for Kayra's number and invited the girl to make a cake together. "Keep that lo bakery? who takes care of the old man?" ask Rissa again.

Kayra nodded small. "He took care of my parents" answered Kayra. "Lo likes to make cakes too?" ask Kayra.

Rissa cleared her throat, the girl slightly glanced towards Dimas who was also engrossed with Iqbal, whether the young man cared or not with the chatter of her and also Kayra. "Not Kay, either" replied Rissa. "Initially not," he said.

Kayra raised one of her eyebrows upwards. "Keep it like that now?" ask the girl. "Why didn't you like it?"

Rissa covered her lips. "Gue already likes to cook from school si, but cook traditional food that loh. Not that cake cake," explained Rissa. "But because Mas Dimas likes to eat cakes and likes women who can make cakes so I learn" he said again. The girl smiled slightly, turning to Dimas who was also looking at her. "Well, is it mas?" ask Rissa.

Dimas shuffled Rissa's hair. "Because I'm ordinary outside Kay, so you eat more cakes and my tongue is also still less suitable with traditional cuisine that," explained Dimas. Though the young man also did not need to explain that to Kayra. "But lucky I got rich wife Rissa Gini, she wants to learn just to love me" said Dimas again.

"Eh Kay, what do you usually say to the two of you again?" ask Rissa suddenly.

Kayra frowned confusedly, the girl turned to Iqbal who was scratching her nape. "meaning?"

"Your quality time, what do you usually do?"

"Ngapain huh?" kayra asked Iqbal.

Iqbal pinks small. "Were couples in general, eat out gini or if you don't watch, or cook together"

Kayra gave a small nod, there was an uncomfortable feeling that suddenly perched in her heart. Perhaps what Iqbal just mentioned was the young man's quality time with Acha, not himself. "It's not much different with you guys" answered Kayra.

Rissa gave a small laugh, the girl turned her head for a while towards Kayra. "I think we should go home" Rissa told Iqbal. "It's not good that we disturb the quality time of the brand for too long" he continued with a small chuckle.

"Opaan si" said Kayra. "No papa, here, here" said the girl. At least with Raissa and Dimas he became liberated from the topic of divorce. "Are you guys in a hurry, huh?" ask Kayra again.

Rissa cleared a little, the girl glanced at Dimas who was just silent. "Mas Dimas wants more needs like mas?"

"Eh? how's it?"

"You said there was another promise, right?" rissa repeated her question.

"Oh yes, he also happened to be waiting" said Dimas. The young man then moved from his seat. "Gue first Bal, Kay," he said.

"When we obrolin again Dim," said Iqbal. "I happen to have an acquaintance in Jogja, who knows can help,"

"Surely Bal,"

"When do I go to the store?" rissa said before hugging Kayra.

"Yes yes" answered Kayra.

"Be carefull Kay," whispered Rissa softly in Kayra's ear. Kayra frowned confusedly, the girl getting more and more clueless as to what Rissa said to her. Who should be careful? Kayras? from whom?

"Why Kay?" ask Iqbal.

Kayra shook her head, trying to expel the negative thoughts from her head. "No papa" replied the girl.

"Male?" kayra muttered softly, the girl has not even gotten out of the car yet. But it was confused by the neighbors who visited his house. "Bima came here malem-malem?" ask Kayra.

Kayra took off her seatbelt, then turned her head briefly towards Iqbal. "No papa" answered Kayra.

"You're still mad at me Kay?" ask Iqbal.

Kayra chuckled small. "Is this really nanyain's father to me?" ask the girl. "Not wrong? do you have no empathy at all? just because you don't love me doesn't mean you can treat me that way. I also have a heart, after asking for separation and now you ask me lightly if I am angry or not" said Kayra.

"And I've also apologized to Kay" Iqbal said. There was clearly a guilty look on the young man's face.

"Hurtful to be forgiven is cheating sir," rich Kayra. The girl rushed down from the car without even hearing Iqbal's reply.

Iqbal ruffled his hair, the young man sighed many times, then he went down and approached Bima who was chatting with Mr. Kusnan.

"The row that runs out this week's night just came home" said Mr. Kusnan.

Iqbal chuckled small. "Feeding only, sir" he said. "Please take this to the court, sir," said Iqbal handing a paper bag containing some of the food they had bought.

"Ready mas," replied Mr. Kusnan without being asked twice.

"Where's Bal?" ask Bima.

"Where's what?"

"Lo ran out of malem weekly but your face is tangled so," said Bima, the young man chuckled slightly.

Iqbal smiled, the young man lit his cigarette. "It turns out there is also a difference between Kayra and other Acha," he said chuckling softly.

"Don't tell me you call Kayra Acha?"

"No, it's not,"

"But indirectly you are comparing your wife and ex-wife lo bal" said Bima.

Although Iqbal did not like what Bima said about him, but inevitably he also justified what this young man in front of him said. "Lo used to like my wife, right?" ask Iqbal. A completely unexpected question would come out of his mouth.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just answer me,"

Bima cleared up slowly. "Don't like the guy, but more to awe,"

"It shouldn't be hard to impress Kayra as well?"

Bima frowned confusedly, still not understanding what Iqbal was asking. "What do you mean?"

"A lot of people say that Acha and Kayra are very similar, do you think so?"

Bima nodded her head. "Yes," Bima replied without hesitation. "But Kayra was braver than Acha, she was more able to show her emotions. So if he is angry or again in a situation that does not fit the same he will see a huge change in his expression," explained Bima.

Iqbal raised one of his eyebrows upwards. "Do you know more than me?"