Don't insult my MOTHER

Bab7 Aunt zia

Tiiiiiii...

Brakes

"God! Don't you have eyes, huh!" he was still in his fancy car.

The still pounding heart made me ignore the man in the car.

"Neng, are you okay?" ask a man in a black uniform.

"It's okay, sir. Just a scuff." I replied.

"Let's help" the father reached out to help me get up, after the bike hit me in his lift.

Tiiinnnn...

"Can it be quick? I'm late and you're still there." cried again.

Whether who the person in the car was, instead of apologizing or just basabasi what cake, he still arrogantly repeatedly honked his car horn.

I immediately pulled over with the help of the father, and the car immediately entered without feeling wrong.

"Sit down, neng. Let me get you a drink" he said

"Oh, no need sir. I'm okay" I replied

"Sorry, who are you? I never saw you in this office. Are you new?" she asked while sitting in front of me who was cleaning up the blisters on my leg.

"No sir. I don't work here. It's just that I was told by my grandmother to give najib a granny's hand." I replied.

"So you're Najib's friend."

"Emmm... Yes sir. I'm his man." I replied.

"Whose father?" ask again.

"I'm security here, neng. Does your father look like security?"heed

"Ah... Ha ha ha, I'm sorry sir. He was more like a bodyguard. Nothing makes you look like a security man." I said.

"That means it looks like a bouncer so? Ha ha ha" he said with a sigh.

For almost 10 minutes we talked. Until finally I decided to immediately give provisions to Najib after my wounds were treated and clean clothes that look dirty.

"I used to do it, sir. Thank you for helping ."my friend.

"Please neng."

I immediately entered this 5-storey building. For a moment my eyes were amazed by the decorations inside, which were unlike the offices I often saw on television. It is more like a place of worship because it is designed with a lot of calligraphy and some photos of a cleric.

I don't know what office this is. All women use the hijab.

"Dam."

my heart almost moved to see the god creature in front of me who was very handsome.

"What are you doing here?" ask her again.

"Emmmmm..."

"Come with me" he said.

I immediately followed behind him, entering the elevator to the 5th floor. Up above I was invited to enter a very luxurious room with a design no less amazing fengan that I see below. The green shades made me feel comfortable here.

"Have you daydreamed?" ask her again.

"Eh! L'm... I want to deliver this." I said a bushel, and he immediately accepted it.

"Sit. What do you want to drink?" ask again.

"White water."

Najib took it right away, and put it in front of me.

"Thank you."

"Next time don't bother." He said as his hands quickly opened the bushel I was carrying.

"You are troublesome. Even because of this I almost died." I said.

Uhuk

Uhuk

"Drink." I thrust out the glass of water he had just placed for me.

Drink it up to the toilet.

"Would you just deliver food, you could die?"

"Yes, 'cause in front of your office there's a crazy man with a car."

Sucks indeed, his face and mouth are not very synchronous.

Chequelek

Hearing the door open, Najib and I turned their eyes toward the door.

"Hi kak najib" said amanda.

"Hi manda, what wind are you and Andre coming here for?" ask Najib while hugging the man who came with amanda.

"I.." the man stopped when his eyes saw me sitting on the sofa.

"What's up, dre? Do you know jihan?" najib asked when he saw the man named Andre looking at me.

"You know him, jib?" ask her

"What are you doing here? Just be ashamed!" scream amanda. As usual the beautiful woman was very hobbi yelling.

"You know him too?" ask andre to amanda.

"She's a fucking carrier girl! You better not be close." replied amanda.

"Yes... Because he's dented the front body of my car. It's worth it turns out she is indeed a pesky carrier girl, just met it has been very troublesome." said Andre who agreed amanda.

"Close your mouth! If you were sane, you wouldn't have hit my bike! Besides you're a guy, your mouth is forbidden to lemes like a girl!" I started to get emotional.

"Woaaah dare you too! You don't know who I am? Huh!" snarl it with round eyes.

It was only fitting that he befriended amanda, it turned out to be equally crazy.

"What care! I'm not asking you to eat at your house anyway. It doesn't matter who you are!"

"And one more! Don't tell me I'm an unlucky bearer, and don't ever tell me who you are in front of me or what you are. Because to me, it doesn't matter!" my words are full of emphasis.

"Damn! Keep talking!" scream amanda.

"Dear najib, I'm sorry. Tomorrow do not forget breakfast, so as not to trouble me." I said and passed from before them.

I don't know what Najib thinks he's looking at me not blinking. Shortly before opening the door, it turns out that someone first entered until I lower back the hand that will turn the door knob.

Chequelek

"Eh, jihan."

"Tante zia."

"What are you doing here? You work here?" ask aunt zia.

Yes I know aunty zia since I was in school smp, thanks to him also I can learn martial arts.

"Come, will aunty introduce you to najib" he said.

"A.. What's?" I haven't said anything yet, auntie zia has flanked my hand, until I follow her steps.

"The house has guests." Said aunt zia when she saw amanda and Andre sitting on the sofa.

"Tante, what's wrong?" ask najib.

"Nothing matters, just want to look at the handsome and cute auntie" replied aunt zia.

My eyes are round hearing the words of aunt zia, what's funny if handsome maybe yes.

"Ck! Don't say that again. I've grown up." Najib said with a flushed face. Shame or anger.

"Yes... Yes, you are big. Therefore, immediately find a daughter-in-law for aunty. Or aunty's gonna find her for you."

"How about, just jihan." said aunt zia.

Uhuk

Uhuk

"Amanda, be careful dong" said aunt zia.

" Tan, is there no other candidate, other than him" said Amanda pointing at me.

" For example?" ask aunt zia.

"Emmm... Like that manda? Or kinan." answered amanda confidently.

"Alright, but jihan remains in the candidate who will be chosen for najib" said aunt zia

"What do you guys talk about? Andre come with me, I will introduce you to all the staff in this office" Najib said, ending the chat with aunt zia.

After they left, auntie Zia asked me to accompany her to the salon. Actually, the salon is one of the most boring places. But since auntie zia was the one who helped me a lot, I just accepted her invitation. There are a lot of questions I want to ask anyway.

Seriate