Father's Choice of Sort

The arrival of Pak Wijaya

Sweat flooded Sandra's forehead as Gilang approached her holding out a bottle of cold drink to her.

" Thank you .. " Sandra received a bottle of the drink that without a matter of minutes immediately finished he drank.

Gilang smiled to see it.

" Haus neng .... ?? " Gilang Tempta.

" Banget, let the spit is done, keep coming home, want to sleep..! " Sandra said innocently.

" Kirain spit-necked for wanting a weekly night ... , follow dong ... " Tempta Gilang again.

" Either if the night of the week should be yes the night of the week .. " Task Sandra in wonder. Because honestly so far Sandra has never taken the time like most young women who go for a walk every weekend. Sandra prefers to spend time at home helping her father and mother or studying in her room and taking up her hobby of painting.

" Not really, usually if your weekend likes to do ?? " Tanya Gilang was curious.

Sandra shook her head.

" Not anything ... "

" If that's the same way I yuk, I will treat deh ... " Peach Gilang.

Sandra shook her head again .

" I'm sorry, but I want to go home to the boarding house, tired of taking a break.. " She said.

Not without reason Sandra refused, she only a day to know Gilang, not suudzon intentions, but to take better care of herself according to him.

Gilang even smiled, this girl is really different he said in his heart.

"okelah next time then "Said Gilang who was replied with a nod of the head by Sandra.

" At last.

The sweet girl in ripe brown skin looked overjoyed after cleaning the last table. Sandra was also relieved that she had not met her boss after yesterday.

" I came home first, yes, mas.., and I was so close" Sandra said politely.

" I didn't take it. .. "tag Gilang.

" Don't mas, thank you.. mas is new here, surely there is a lot that you have to understand and do ... , Ms. Henny must have held the mas longer, right ?? Hehe .... " Remove Sandra.

" Yes too... " Gilang looked disappointed and scratched his non-itchy head..

After she finished preparing, Sandra rushed towards the parking lot. The cool breeze in the afternoon hit his face, this restaurant does take care of the surrounding environment. There is even a small garden in front of this restaurant that is shady with trees and many colorful flowers. Parked wide, Sandra immediately searches for her motorcycle and wears a helmet. Not waiting long, Sandra drove her motorcycle slowly . Move away from the famous restaurant.Many other employees who have also gone home. Sandra passed them all .

" I go first... ! " She shouted and went faster.

The wind blew even firmer as he rode, hitting his innocent sweet face . Along the way Sandra hummed a little, until finally reached the boarding house.

Cold, the hostel room is so quiet and cold. Sandra turned on the light and put the backpack on the table. The bath will keep her fresh again, Sandra takes a towel and goes into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later Sandra was tidy with simple sleepwear. He was pensively combing his hair when his phone rang.

A little shocked at daydreaming, Sandra grabbed the phone in the backpack . Incoming calls, new numbers .. Sandra hesitated for a moment, but she finally picked up as well..

" Hello assalamualaikum... "

" Wa'alaikumsalam, "Say someone across the street.

" Would you like Sandra ? This is Mr. Wijaya... "

" Ooh Mr Wijaya, yes sir, is there anything ? " Tanya Sandra hesitated.

" What are you bothering ? " Pak Wijaya asked back.

" Ehh no sir, I happen to have come home from work" Sandra replied.

" It's good then, like, you need to talk to me, you want to talk seriously, but not on the phone. When do you have free time ? " ask again.

" Why sir, I have no leave or work holiday, I am still new sir, if there is time, after work, even if not overtime sir ... " Obviously Sandra.

" Oo so, if so send your boarding address, tomorrow you go there after you work" said Mr. Wijaya.

" Ba..well sir, but sorry sir, what happened before ? " Tanya Sandra became curious.

" Tomorrow son, you explain, don't worry .. not a bad thing.You take it easy "

"Yes, I've got to hang up the phone .. , assalamualaikum .." Pamit Pak Wijaya's.

" Wa'alaikum... " Tut Tut Tut calls are disconnected.

Sandra stared at the screen of her phone, wondering in her heart is there any need until Pak Wijaya wants to meet her ?? Sandra was worried thinking about that . All night his sleep was not good. He hoped there were no serious problems.

The next day, Sandra wakes up because of her belly wrapped around her, Sandra forgets that she slept without dinner last night.

Sandra rushed to the bathroom and prepared, after which she went out for breakfast. Sandra bought two packs of nasi uduk, for herself and one for Nurul. The door to the room has not been opened, which means Nurul has not yet awakened.

Sandra was spending her breakfast. Sunday, surely Nurul did not go to college. ahh happy.

After breakfast Sandra went to Nurul's room which was just a solid wall.

Took tock, Sandra knocked on the door impatiently .

" Nurul, rule...wake up dong ... ?? Is it noon ? " Sheep Sandra.

Sandra banged on the door even harder because there was no answer at all.

"Nur.... ,ups .. ! " Sandra was choked when the door suddenly opened and Nurul's hand covered her mouth.

" What the hell ?? Very noisy, can be deaf ears .. " Omel Nurul's.

Nurul looks upset with Sandra's actions while rubbing both eyes.

" Don't nag first dong .., nasi uduk, anyways by noon tau... ,males really so nak girl "Sandra said no less upset while thrusting plastic parcels to Nurul.

" in.... "

Nurul received the package and went into the room. His body returned to the bed. And sure enough, Nurul laid his body and closed his eyes again.

"Simplllllllllllllllllllllll........ !!!!! Wake up, don't sleep anymore ! " Sandra tugged at Nurul's arm.

"Sstt ,bodo very, sleepy tau ! "

" Aren't you in college ? " Nurul shook his head.

" No show ? " Sandra shook her head again.

" Want to sleep, sleepy heavy." he said almost sounded unclear. Nurul is really sleepy. Sandra couldn't bother him.

" Oh yes, but may I ask for help ? " Pinta Sandra's.

" Hmm, yeah what ... ? " Reply Nurul ogah-ogahan.

" Dengerin yes ... ? "

" Hmm...."

" Nurul, I'm serious, even hmm hmm mulu !" Sandra's getting upset.

" Yes, ask for help.cepett ! " Nurul said as he restrained his sleepiness.

" Yes,iya, gini...... Later Pak Wijaya wants to come here, still want the same as him ? " ask Sandra.

"hmmm"

"Nurul !!!!!! really make a sprain "Sandra hit pan*at Nurul.

" yes, remember , sick tau !." Nurul replied annoyed.

" Now dong, the answer is, not ham Hem ham hem mulu, bikin tau tau !! " Sandra complained.

" Directly aja deh , can-can be over here darting me ! Later if Mr. Wijaya here I have not returned home from work, please help memenin first huh !? " Pinta Sandra's.

Nurul woke up instantly, his eyes glaring at Sandra.

" Enaak aja... play tell me to be alone with aki-aki ! " Nurul Ketus.

" That's not what I mean, you can talk outside the cake, or make a cake, who asks you both, you can both tapikan on the front porch "Sandra explained.

" Ooohhhhh, what's the matter, the collision once , do you think it's weird ? " Tanya Nurul who started kepo.

Sandra silently did not answer, her head shook her head and shrugged both of her shoulders a sign of not knowing.