
Elsewhere, the newly finished Mayra felt very fresh and excited. He smiled as he stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror. The pimples and dullness on his face were gone. She was really already glow up, even prettier than before she went to Madura. Makes you more confident with your appearance.
People say that everything is easier with money. Expensive treatment does not disappoint. 2 months, he can glow up like this. Mama Mita is still very beautiful at the age of 53 years, even still looks like the early 40s.
Mayra drove to the supermarket before returning home. There were some personal needs he had to buy. In addition, Bi Denok also ordered some items that were used up in the kitchen.
Mayra walked over to the shelf while pushing the troly which already contained some items. So rich people are delicious, in addition to expensive treatments, he can also buy anything without thinking about the price as before. Care deeply for the hell who insulted him every day ugly, the important thing is that he was happy with the man's money.
Tirta who happened to be in a cafe in the supermarket area saw Mayra out of the shopping area. Between sure and not, because the girl he saw looked different but similar. One thing that made him sure, the sling bag worn was the same as that day.
"Sit, City." Shouted Tirta who just came out of the cafe. He stepped quickly after Mayra who was about to exit the supermarket area.
Despite hearing, Mayra certainly did not turn her head because she felt she was not the one being called. Until finally, his steps came to a halt as someone patted his shoulder.
"Sir Tirta."
Tirta was shocked when Mayra mentioned her name. As he remembered, they never met.
"You know my name?"
Shit, boring.
"Emmm....." Mayra is confused to find an excuse.
"So you're really Siti?" Tirta looked at Mayra from top to bottom with a gaping mouth. "You're so different when you first met." Mayra was relieved that Tirta no longer discussed the name. "I swear, I can barely recognize you if it's not because of that bag." Tirta pointed her chin towards the bag that Mayra was wearing. "You're getting pretty."
Mayra smiled absurdly. If only he had not married, it would have been klepek klepek praised guy as good as Tirta.
"Your looks are not like a maid."
I am not a maid.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I think I should go home soon." He's been out long enough. And now, it was likely that Heaven and Mama Mita had already gone home. Not afraid of Heaven, but he's not good with Mama Mita.
"Where if I take you? I know Heaven's house."
Well, how about.
"You yes, you will, please." Sounds a little pushy. But yes, itung itung ngirit taxi fare.
"All right."
Yees, shouted Tirta in heart. He took over Mayra's luggage, then drove to Tirta's car. Tirta repeatedly looked at Mayra, making the girl more wrong.
"That's my car." Tirta pointed at the black car not far from them. Once there, Tirta opened the door for Mayra. Treated like that, making Mayra speechless. If Heaven had done it, he would have been very happy. Unfortunately, do not open the car door for him, just talk is always rude and scream.
"Let's go in."
Mayra who was daydreaming immediately flinched. He nodded and got into the car. "Thank you" he said after Tirta closed the door again.
Tirta put the groceries in the back seat then circled the car towards the wheel.
"I thought you were a noisy man, quiet." Tirta said while looking at Mayra.
"Not really, depending on the situation."
"Is the situation scary now, or even thrilling until you just shut up? Because as far as I know, if the situation sucks, you will definitely be noisy. Will rage and curse."
Mayra chuckled at hearing it. He did not expect Tirta to still remember the events of that day. Oh, my God, that's a shame.
"Anyways, is anyone angry if I tell you to come home?"
Mayra immediately remembered Heaven. Maybe another man will get angry when his wife is ushered home by another man. But Heaven, he wasn't sure the man would be angry.
"I don't think there is."
Hearing that, Tirta was like getting a fresh breeze.
"Late this week, my office mate got married. Em...do you mind if I take you there?"
Mayra turned to Tirta. Is the man still sane, would invite a maid condangan. He was not ashamed of his friends. And if it's an officemate, most likely, Heaven will also come to a courtesy? But her husband didn't say anything, didn't ask her.
Jesus Mayra, Heaven must be ashamed to invite you to the condangan, inner Mayra.
"Kok diem anyway, don't want ya?"
"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm just a maid. Aren't you ashamed?"
Tirta laughed at getting such a question. "Helpers are also human times. I'm more comfortable with maids, girls. Instead of talking guys, it's gonna take a turn."
Haha
Both are laughing.
"You yes, you will" urged Tirta.
"Don't like it, maksa."
"I don't make it, just wear it really once." Tirta said with a light laugh.
Mayra smiled at Tirta's words. If only Heaven could be like Tirta. Gosh, why Heaven again Heaven anyway. Come on, Mayra, don't bother her. And don't want him. Because your husband is special, wear it really, so there is no comparison. Champion one affairs insulting, snapping and spicy talk.
"Jeez, still quiet bae nih son." Tirta rolled both her eyes. "You want?"
"I think about it."
"Yeah...." Sahut Tirta with a very disappointed look. To him, the thoughtful answer used to be the same as a subtle rejection.
Tirta opened the dashbord drawer, took the business card from there. "Call me if you want." He said, handing over the business card to Mayra.