
Lusi's rebuke made Ratria look at him. The shirt pulled from behind had printed a clear shape of a hill on the chest. The girl smiled and held back the laughter feeling ashamed of herself.
"Oh, ilfil me, ma'am. Can drop the market, I'll be mistaken girls hope for times, mbak. Hi,,,hi," said Ratria laughing, still in whisper mode.
"Change a good shirt. Show your charm, Rat. Mr. Shahdan is very handsome," whispered mbak Lusi full of intent.
"I'm not married yet, mbak." Ratria whispered in the hooded ear of Susi.
"Near by first. Lately likes. Slowly mating too," whispered back to Lusi.
"Duh, ma'am, "" Ratria poked her shoulders, unable to say anymore. Turn around and go back into his room.
Lusi smiled slightly as he pulled the door and closed the room door. Walk into the kitchen to get a drink and a snack.
In the living room..
The bespectacled half-old man was putting a file on the table. It looks focused and serious. Next to him sat a young man leaning leisurely on the sofa. With his head turned following the movement of the half-old man's hand beside him.
Body fatigue accompanied by fragrant fragrance disturbed the two men in the living room. They looked at it almost simultaneously. Two women walked up to the guest sofa.
The young man understood that Luci was carrying a tray containing a teapot of glass and four cups. The young woman behind Susi was what made Shahdan stunned for a moment. Is that the girl he'll meet, then,,?
Ratria is fresh and bright with curly-styled long ovale hair at the tip. Her thick hair was so black that it looked shiny and healthy. His face had vanished from thin lipstick on his sweet lips. His eyes sparkled in harmony with his beautiful natural eyebrows.
Now the nightgown has been exchanged for a shirt that adheres politely to the body. Black jeans limited to calves with a warm sweater brown color. Compatible with her bright skin.
The beautiful girl looked sporty and graceful. Ratria is a reflection of the mountain girl who is insightful and contemporary. And the hill women who look millennial.
"Monggo drank his hot tea, Mr. Shahdan. And Mr. Andi, monggo," bargained for Lusi on a tray he had just set up at the table.
"Monggo..Please also try the chips," Ratria immediately suave and offered a dish imitating Lusi.
Hiding a hole in the chest that suddenly comes. At first glance looking at the man sitting next to Pak Andi, his heart gasped. Feeling familiar with the cold but handsome face that was also staring probing at him. Ratria immediately lowered his head, trying to make sure that the man was the one he had seen. That is the owner of the car that Ratria boarded when returning Maghrib earlier. Ah, this tea garden is so narrow,,!
"Ratria," is a greeting from Pak Andi. The somewhat old man was correcting the location of the glasses in the ear.
"Yes, Mr. Andi," said Ratria. I want to be warm before I get to the point.
"Include me, this is Mr. Shahdan. The man you were when you were little was called married by the late factory owner, Mr. Jacob, his grandfather. And to remarry with you in the future, Ratria," said sir Andi looking straight at Ratria.
Ratria shifted her eyes from Pak Andi to the man next door who was also looking at her. The man raised an eyebrow as their views clashed. His glittering eyes were smirking with intent like there would be something to say to Ratria.
The pretty pointy-nosed girl was back pounding. Feel if Mr. Shahdan already knows himself. And it became even more unsettled as his cynical smile was imprinted later. Intention to stall hands is broken. The man is going to talk.
"Sir Andi, is it common in this neighborhood for girls to ask everyone for a ride,?" asked the man and kept looking at Ratria cynically.
"Aren't they worried about people who have evil intentions,?" shahdan asked Mr. Andi. This time averted his eyes from Ratria's face. Because Pak Andi felt confused and no longer quickly reply.
"Hi, sir Shahdan," the cheerful and gentle voice of Ratria suddenly said. It was not just the name owners who were surprised. But the three of them looked at each other.
"My name is Ratria. I am an example of a plantation girl who is very fond of hitchhiking. That's a thing that feels so much fun. And for me, being colonized by people in the middle of the forest without trying to get a ride, is a more frightening thing. That's my opinion. I'm sorry if I'm willing to answer for Mr. Andi" Ratria explained.
Shahdan looked at that naturally beautiful face. Close your lips and no longer want to open them. Acknowledge the truth of Ratria's words. The man looked at Andi.
"Sir Andi. It's night. Immediately tell us our purpose here," the direction of Shahdan looked at Mr. Andi. And the somewhat old heritage assistant quickly nodded.
"Ratria, "call sir Andi for attention. Ratria looked at the listening and then nodded for the old man to continue with his explanation.
"Ratria, Mr. Shahdan would like to invite you to work in the factory. Working as his assistant. Because Mr. Shahdan is still one of the company leaders in Air Asia airlines for the Surabaya branch. So, you are needed to represent every signature related to the factory, if Mr. Shahdan is working in Surabaya." explained Mr. Andi. Fixing his glasses while looking at Ratria.
Pak Andi's explanation, of course very surprising Ratria. There was no lightning, no cloud, suddenly it was raining heavily. Like that's about..
"Why should I be his assistant, sir,?!" ratria asked with a glance at Shahdan.
"For you have been appointed by Jacob's grandfather Achmad, the owner of the garden and the tea factory. Your name is in the hands of his lawyer, Ratria. Trust me, it's all about returning the favor to your father and for your own good." Mr. Andi explained.
Ratria remained unmoved. His head shook quickly.
"Sorry, Mr. Andi. I objected and was very unwilling. I have no interest in working in a tea factory. I am very happy with my own area. I also feel bored. I want to have experience working in the city. A town not far from the farm. And I have been accepted to work at PT Telkom Wlingi city. Please understand my dream, sir." Ratri said quickly holding back the upset in his chest.
"If you are willing to work in a factory, in addition to getting a salary, you are also free to live in this house for free, Ratria," said Shahdan interrupted suddenly.
"You mean,,?!" ask wonder Ratria. His eyes glinted fixedly at Shahdan.
"You know who owns this house? Me,," continued Syahdan explained calmly. Looking sharply at the beautiful face that was always bright sparkling, now turned pale. His lips looked tight.
"Have you heard? Factory workers on strike? They haven't got a salary this month. Wh why? Because of this month's salary, the fund-liquid bank needs your signature" said Shahdan again. Satisfied with the shock on Ratria's face.
"Do you have the heart, let them get squeezed in the economy right now,?" shahdan continued without giving Ratria a chance to respond.
"So please trouble them. Only your signature can raise their salary. This month, and the following months," Shahdan said with the intention of putting pressure on Ratria.
"For the truth of my words, you can prove it to your stepfather. Didn't your father become a tea master at the plantation, Ratria,?" ask Shahdan to press.
"Wait for you at the factory villa tomorrow morning at seven. Don't be late, Ratria. Their pay is in your hands. Or want to go to the villa tonight by hitching a ride in my car,?" shahdan Light, ending with question insinuating him.
The Shahdan no longer spoke. The beautiful man turned his face away from Ratria. Look at Mr. Andi and talk. Mr. Andi nodded. They almost simultaneously took a cup of tea and drank it until it ran out. Mr. Andi turned to look at Susi and Ratria.
"Because it's night. This conversation we had to settle. Ratria, come early in the morning to the villa. There are still many things you don't know. We are very much waiting for your arrival. Please help, Ratria," Andi spoke warmly to Ratria. Hoping that the girl who looked pensive was broken by her intentions. Moved to work in the plantation tea factory as a new assistant to the new boss at the factory, namely Mr. Shahdan.