FOLLOW IN DESTINY
20. Naughty Girls
At exactly 12:00 Ahmad knocked on Arini's door. If there are no obstacles, the parents will arrive by flight from Saudi Arabia at 14:15 local time. Ahmad was still knocking on the door for the third time, Arini did not give an answer. Intrigued, Ahmad tried to open the door by grabbing the handle.
Chequek...
Ahmad was stunned that the door was not locked. If I had known I wasn't locked, I would've walked into this room last night. Ahmad bathes with his perverted mind. Hmmmm...Ahmad breathed a rough breath.
"Rin.." call Ahmad while looking into a room that looks dim with a dim lighting of a sleeping lamp. For a second there was no answer. Ahmadpun ventured to step in and turn on the light button located on the edge of the entrance leaf. Ahmad's eyes widened to see the unexpected scenery in the guest room look Arini stay.
Ahmad stopped his steps and turned his body around. The light switch is off. The door slowly pulled and closed without a sound. Ahmad leaned in frustration on the wall near the living room door. His hand pressed down on his chest that rippled with an incredible surge. Ahmad's thesis scooped his face violently.
The rough salivary was swallowed many times and then stepped with a trembling body. Ahmad walked towards the sink near the kitchen and flushed his face directly in the oran with cold water. Damn it.Special frustrated in order to hold something churning in his chest.
The cold water slightly eased the heat in his brain and body. While holding the mirror Ahmad slapped his own face.
plaques...
"Awwww.." cried Ahmad, grinning. "Let's have your eyes.." he muttered looking at his reflection in the mirror. His flushed and slightly tense face gradually unraveled. "Naughty girl.." said Ahmad remembering the view in the room earlier.
"Bi. Please fix Arini's situation. I'm off to pick up Mommy and Papa. An hour later the plane arrived" Ahmad left a message as Jumi stood at the door of his room after Ahmad knocked on the door.
"Yes, den" replied bi Jumi did not understand the meaning of the word neatan. "Sonly Nak Arini was not invited all over to pick up Mom, den?" continue with caution.
"That naughty girl looks bad, bi. I wanted to wake her up but the situation was chaotic. Aunty look at it later and please sort things out. Ahmad left, bi" said Ahmad while grinning. Then stepped out after experiencing bi Jumi, a housemaid who has helped his family for decades. Since Ahmad did not exist. Bi Jumi is a distant family of Ahmad's mother who lives as a country and has been with her mother Ahmad since before her husband bi Jumi died of lung disease. For Ahmad bi Jumi is a second mother who is very caring and loving.
Soetta Airport is still crowded even though the clock has shown at 01.15 WIB. According to information obtained by Ahmad, a flight from the United States that transits Saudi Arabia will land in 45 minutes. There is still time, whispered Ahmad unraveling his fatigue while tightening the jacket that wrapped his body.
"Drinking a cup of hot coffee might eliminate the boredom of waiting for time" he whispered in his heart as he stepped toward the cafe around the airport.
When his focus was on one of the cafes, Ahmad accidentally collided with a woman. Ah, not colliding but Ahmad was late to hold his steps so suddenly a woman walked while looking back met him.
"Sorry, madam. You're okay right. I'm sorry I didn't see the madam who was suddenly in front of me" Ahmad said, releasing his handrails and repairing his jacket.
"Lho, sir Ahmad." cried the woman with a smile and fixed her slanted scarf. His face that was thin and seemed to want to get angry now even smiled sweetly as if nothing had happened. How could Ida be angry if the one who collided with him was a handsome and cold lecturer, and a foul mouth who was his idol lecturer when on campus first.
"Sorry, who is yaaa?" Ahmad frowned. Trying to remember who the woman in front of him is.
Ida fluttered her hand at Deoan Ahmad with goulash. Smelled of perfume that smells from the movement of the hand. The son of a rich man, Ahmad smiled frozen.
"I'm Ida Nursanti, sir. Student majoring in business management. Who used to send love letters to my father" he said without shame.
"Have not seen my father on campus for a long time. I intentionally sought out my father. I know Mr. Ahmad did not care about the contents of my letter at that time. But really, sir, I am really seriously in love with my father" he continued with a big smile. Some people who noticed them were staring at the air with Ida's mannerisms and sentences.
"Ooh.iya I remember. And you need to know the letter was received and read by Mr. Sultan, yes. You all remember who Sultan is, right?" Ahmad laughed in light of the events. Ida is one of the flirtatious students who always seek his attention on campus. Even several times to his house to take the heart of Ahmad by bringing a variety of food or cakes.
Ida suddenly smiled wryly considering the name of the Sultan who had received and read his love letter addressed to Mr. Ahmad samg Lecturer of his idol.
Idapun stomped his feet leaving Ahmad with a look of shame and annoyance.
"One day Mr. Ahmad will regret ignoring my love" he shouted after five steps away from Ahmad. Ahmad gasped and looked around. It seemed that people were staring at him with gazes that had no idea what it meant. But clearly, all seemed to assume with their own thoughts.
Ahmad smiled faintly returning the gazes of those around him who heard Ida's words.
Sorry, dear Readers...
late uploading because there is some busyness ahead of PTMT.
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