
"Oh, Danar yeah. Anita kira Damar, he..he...he...!" said Anita who reviewed her smile and her face hue reddish because she was blushing embarrassed.
"Ah, why the hell do I keep thinking the same mas Damar!" grumbled in Anita's agitated heart.
Before long the sound of the Adhan was heard which signified the time to pray ashar.
"Bi, Anita's going to the room. Ashar prayers at once rest. Later that night there will be an event with friends." said pamit Anita.
"Yes non."' replied Aunt Ti who was slicing vegetables.
"Anita immediately headed to her room and then she took water for the wudlu and then she performed the Ashar prayer.
After the Ashar prayer, Anita once again looked at the photo she had assembled and where the man in the photo was, his face was very familiar to her.
"Ah, is it possible that this man mas Damar, if not mas Damar what might have to do with mas Damar?" murmured in Anita's heart which slowly closed both eyes due to fatigue.
A few hours later, the Maghreb reverberated. Anita woke up from her sleep and felt her body was tired because this morning following a basketball race suddenly disappeared. His body is fresh again,
Anita immediately got up and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower and then left. After that Anita performed Maghrib prayer and after that she began to come out of her room and set foot into the dining room. Arriving in the dining room, Anita rushed to eat and after finishing, Anita immediately stepped foot into the room and returned to change her clothes.
No matter how long someone knocked on Anita's bedroom door.
"Tokk...tokk...misc....!"
"yes, a minute!" answer Anita ya g then open the door and look mbok Ri who reviews her smile.
"Non someone's looking down!" aunt Ti said kindly.
"Who's bi?" ask the curious Anita.
"I don't know, but said Mang Ujang his name is Ha...Haikal!" replied Aunt Ti who was trying to remember the name of the guest who came.
"Haikal? Oh yes bi, this is also I want to go down" said Anita while commenting on her smile, Anita said,
Then the two of them stepped out of the room and headed to the living room simultaneously.
Arriving in the living room, it was true that there was a young man who was very well known by Anita was chatting with Mang Ujang.
"Assalamu'alaikum Anita!" say hail Haikal who immediately stood up when he saw Anita who was wearing casual clothes.
"Wa'alaikum...Haikal why are you here?" asked Anita who then allowed Haikal to sit back. The girl sat in front of the young man.
"I'm going to pick you up, don't you mind?" haikal asked with an eye on Anita.
"Maybe, but I'm with the same mang Ujang ya." Anita replied while staring at the family driver.
"Ma'af neng, mang Ujang can not deliver. Mang Ujang wants to go home tonight as well. Mang Ujang's wife wants to give birth. That's why it was that Mang Ujang contacted Mr. Haikal to pick up and deliver neng Anita wherever neng Anita would go." explained mang Ujang.
"But mang, does Mang Ujang believe just like Haikal?" ask the curious Anita.
"So I asked Mr. Sura, and Mr. Sura has allowed it. It turns out that his father, Mr. Haikal, is one of the managers in the company of Mr. Sura." explained Mang Ujang.
"Oh, so yes" said Anita who sighed.
"We are leaving now Yes Anita, because if from this house the location of Haikal and Amanda cafe is a bit far away" said Haikal who looked at Anita.
"But I'm changing clothes!"'exclaimed Anita who then rose from her seat.
"No, it's just beautiful! just stay with the jacket, because the trip will be far away and a lot of night wind of course!" haikal said with a smile.
"Yes well, Anita grab Anita's jacket and bag for a second!" exciting Anita.
"Yes." replied Haikal who then stood up and followed by mang Ujang and also aunt Ti, they slowly set foot onto the terrace while waiting for Anita who was taking her sweater and also a small bag containing a cell phone, her identity card and also some cash.
"Well, it's appropriate that Eka and the others don't know that you're in college! wear whatever clothes you keep cute! he..he...!" praise Haikal with a smile.
"You could be Kal!" exclaimed Anita who replied to review the smile as well.
"Mang Ujang and our Aunt Ti are leaving!" pamit Haikal.
"Yes, be careful!" say bi Ti message.
"Yes, Assalamu'alaikum...!" answer and greet Haikal and Anita together.
"Italian...!" reply Mang Ujang and aunt Ti who are also the same.
Haikal and Anita set foot on Haikal's motorcycle parked by Haikal.
Then Haikal gave Anita a helmet.
"Next night!" anita's message while receiving the helmet from Haikal.
"Yes, Princess!" haikal replied that teased Anita while putting on his helmet.
"What the hell are the princesses of all! I don't like that, Haikal!" exclaimed Anita who then climbed behind Haikal.
The motorcycle then drove at medium speed towards their destination.
"Roof!'' call Anita on that trip.
"Well, what's the matter, Nit?" ask Haikal who is still driving.
"We're going to Haikal and Amanda's cafe, does it belong to your family?" ask the curious Anita.
"Yes, precisely my mother's business that now inevitably have to I who hold it. Because mama is gone." Haikal replied.
"Oh, so yes! keep on his favorite menu what if I may know?" anita asked as she drew closer to Haikal's ear, worried that Haikal would not hear her words.
"It must be the best-selling Steak and Ginastel, but want what menu is definitely listed in the menu" replied Haikal.
After passing through several intersections, they finally arrived at the place they were headed.
"Kal, we go to the mosque first yuk!" take Anita when you see there is a mosque next to Haikal and Amanda Cafe.
"May too, come on!" take Haikal, and then they set foot to the mosque after parking the motorcycle they were riding.
The two set foot in tandem to the mosque who was preaching the Isya prayer adhan'.
A few minutes later they had finished praying and set foot back to Haikal and Amanda cafes.
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