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Chapter 9 - Private Lesions

Mimic Devano's face still seriously waiting for the continuation of the sentence Yoga. The brother's question had managed to provoke his curiosity. Who's the lady? Why suddenly? That's what's troubling Devano's mind.

“Bang,” call Devano because the brother does not give an answer.

“Dia is ...”

Again the phrase Yoga is not continued, and moments like this are what make the sense of unrest. Devano was impatient. He had been waiting for the name of the woman he would match. Devano also failed in maintaining a calm attitude. Devano's self is often relaxed in addressing the situation, this time must be ruled out because of the work of Yoga, his brother.

There's change. Seen from the gelagatnya, Yoga intends to reveal the name of the prospective woman. Yoga's smile expands, the head is slightly tilted forward, and his mission succeeds in making Devano curious.

“Ra-ha-si-a,” says Yoga in the end.

“Ck.” Devano's lips until clucked slowly because in the end did not pocket the answer.

“No need to be disappointed so, Dev. In a few days, brother will arrange your meeting with .. dia.”

“Don't bother, Bang!”

“Take it easy. Absolutely no hassle.”

“No. There is no need for such a way.”

Yoga stood up, got out of his chair, then approached Devano to whisper something to him.

“Sunday morning at nine, brother wait at Cafe Star. You see for yourself who your future wife is.” Yoga patted Devano's shoulder for a moment, then swung a step towards the parking lot.

Don't know what else to say. Suddenly, Devano lost his words. His mind is divided. The Sunday morning that her brother meant, it counted five days from now. It's in this week, but unfortunately Devano feels half-hearted.

The slow pat on Devano's shoulder blew his mind. Apparently Jefri did. Jefri's sentence before this was just an excuse to be able to give time to Devano and Yoga chatting together. Jefri was at another table, not far from Devano and Yoga.

Jefri moved his chair close to Devano's.

“It looks like something serious, Bro?”

“I want to be betrothed.”

“Whaaaat? Seriously, huh? Same who?”

Devano shrugged his shoulders as a sign that he did not know. “Sunday morning can only know,” he added.

“Tumben once Bang Yoga main puzzle. I'm coming this week, Bro.”

A small impact landed on Jefri's head. Devano's nosy hands deliberately do it because of anxiety at Jefri's attitude that does not understand the situation.

“Ngapain comes with everything, Jefri?”

“Marketing, Dev.”

“Udah. Yuk, get back to work!

“Ah, no fun!”

Lunch time will be over in five minutes. Devano and Jefri return to their work routines. They are both young designers, but Devano is more trusted to lead several other employees. That is the reason Jefri who at that time gave the nickname Pak to Devano.

“Retro Style. Nice.” Jefri peeked at Devano's computer still on.

“Thank you.”

“Try Intan's face image, Dev.” Jefri said so.

Devano did not respond to Jefri's frown. He smiled briefly, then refocused on work.

“Intan. Hopefully the photos I sent you earlier can really be your ammunition to always be the spirit of teaching and sharing. And, hopefully we can meet and enjoy time together again.” Inner Devano.

***

“Les private?” Intan receives a voice call from her sister, Mira.

“Say only during this holiday, Brother. This is the guy talking to mom again. Want, yeah?”

“But his older brother is usually late afternoon.”

Pause for a moment, Mira was heard saying Intan's sentence to her mother.

“Agree. The man wants to, brother. After this I send you the address.”

Intan ended the call from her sister. Intan plans to continue the chapters of her novel that afternoon, while still on vacation. However, Mira whose position is out with her mother also said that there is someone who needs private lessons for her child. Be, Intan postponed the intention to continue the chapters of his novel.

This isn't the first time. Before-before this Intan also often gets a private tutoring job in time. Most are neighbors around the house. Sometimes there are also from other places where the information is obtained from his neighbors.

In the afternoon, Intan went to the address that Mira had sent via a short message. Intan decided to walk because the road in question is not so far from the alley of his house.

“Ouhm. Turns out far too.” Intan regretted that her guess was wrong.

The street written on the address was not far from his home. However, the house number is at the end of the road, opposite from the route chosen by Intan. However, Intan continued to move until he arrived at his destination.

“Ma, Ma'am the teacher is coming.”

A girl ran into the house as soon as she saw Intan. Intan, he who was still not welcome to enter the house was patiently waiting in front.

The mother of the child came out. He said he was very friendly to welcome Intan. From a short chat made, Intan became more aware of the intention of the mother to hold private lessons for her son during the school holidays.

“Let the afternoon be useful. Let Yunia not play HP continue vacation time, especially she can not read.” Such is the description of the mother who apparently knew about Intan from one of her neighbors.

After meeting the child for a while, Intan also started a lesson. It was a little difficult to make Yunia want to read, because she already felt she could.

“Bu Guru, I can already read.” For the most part Yunia defended herself when Intan intended to teach her the letters.

“Call Kak Intan only, yes.”

Yunia's voice was gushing. For Intan, this is what he has often heard. Sometimes, the students in his class also told about the house, his parents, until the private curses were told. Indeed, not everything is so. However, there are those who have problems like Yunia told me.

“Then teach Kak Intan to read, yuk! Looks like Kak Intan forgot this part read it how.” Intan acted because from now on Yunia did not want to read.

“Kak Intan is not old yet forgot. Here I teach you, brother. This one the letters M-A-T-A-H-A-R-I read m-a ma, t-a ta, h-a ha, r-i, ma-ta-ha-ri. Oh, this is the sun, brother. The morning appeared.”

The plain tone of Yunia is typical of first grade SD children. For a moment, Intan remembered the children in the clear water lake. And, it didn't take long until Intan's memory was fixed on Devano.

“Intan, focus. Come, focus!” Intan, trying to refocus teaching.

“This one read month, Brother. Which comes out at night.”

“Wah, great. Yunia can read.”

“Hihihi. Yes, dong. Yunia is cool.”

“You're even cooler, don't you?”

Yunia nodded steadily and looked even more excited. This moment used Intan to really start the lesson. Intan instills a concept that Yunia easily accepts, teaches to no longer spell, and.

“Ma-lam ha-ri in-dah. Right, Brother. The night was beautiful.”

Sounds still flattened. For Intan, this becomes a marker of progress because Yunia no longer spells. More than that, Yunia quickly understood what she was reading.

“I like to read daaann write.” This time Yunia was smoother than before.

“Great! Yunia is getting smarter, nih!”

“Hihi. Brother Intan is very good. My mom never praised me.” Suddenly, Yunia's face changed.

Intan is trying to understand the situation. The sad moment that Yunia felt was definitely not as simple as imagined.

“Kak Intan can ask please call mama for a moment?”

“Siap, Brother. Wait a minute, yes.”

Intan's actions continue. As soon as the mother came out, Intan actually asked Yunia to read some sentences that had been studied with Intan. Unexpectedly, Yunia was very enthusiastic to show the results of her learning to the mother, even sounding smoother than before while studying.

“Smart mama's boy. Here hug first, Darling.”

“Asiiik.”

“Truly learning the same Kak Intan, yes.”

“OK, Mom. But, mama must be horrified I read every Kak Intan here, yes?”

“But, mom ...”

The mother's words were not continued because it caught the eye code of Intan, also captured the hopeful reaction of Yunia.

“Good. Mama will listen to Yunia. Spirit yes, Dear.”

“Horeeee!”

The moment in front of Intan was so thrilling. Unknowingly, Intan's smile expanded on its own. Until soon, Intan's eyeballs accidentally caught the figure of the man who filled his mind before.

“Devano?”

Intan's position is on the front porch of Yunia's house. Thus, he could clearly see who the people were passing by and stopped in the area around Yunia's house.

“Kak Intan why, Kak?” ask Yunia as soon as the mother returns home.

“Yunia knows the om-om who entered the house?” Intan pointed to the house right next to Yunia's house.

“Oh. That's Brother Devano. Not an om-om, Kak.”

“Indeed stay there?” Intan half whispered.

“Iya.”

The deg!

Suddenly, Intan's heart was pounding. It was really pounding so hard that Intan was hard to control.

“What is this coincidence? Or is it already destined?” Inner Intan.

The private lesson that afternoon was over. Intan pamit go home. However, his steps came to a halt while crossing Devano's house.

“Ehem. How to walk?” Devano approached Intan.

Actually Devano recognized the figure of Intan who a while ago was still on the porch of Yunia's house. However, Devano decided not to greet Intan first until his private lessons were completed.

“Iya, Dev. Not so far away, though. Em, I'm going home first, yeah. Night hunting, nih.”

“Wait a minute. Let me take you.”

“I guess ...."

Intan intends to prevent it, but Devano rushed to the motorbike which is still parked in his yard. And, without Intan and Devano noticing, there was a pair of eyes watching the two of them. His smile adorned his face, then his fingers moved quickly to reach for the phone and contact someone via voice call.

“Mission succeeded,” said the man, then hid so that his whereabouts are unknown.

Intan's going to be with Devano? What's going on, huh? Then, who was the man who paid attention to Intan and Devano? Could it be someone with evil intentions? Looking forward to the story! Like+Fav

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