
Would Mom editor have lunch with me?” Aksar volunteered while grasping Kinanti's right arm.
Kinanti glanced at Aksar's hand and felt a little bit angry.
The Aksar who realized that, quickly let go. “Excuse me, I reflex unintentionally.” Aksar stood wrong.
Kinanti's face hue showed dislike towards her attitude just now.
“Sorry, Mr. Aksar. We don't have a special bond to have lunch together. I hope each of us stays on the path of job professionalism!” firmly Kinanti.
Kinanti threw her gaze in the other direction. He refused to pay attention to Aksar. His mood was not good after getting a call from Surya.
Hearing what Kinanti said, Aksar took a step back. A look of sadness was seen on that square face. “Sorry if it makes you displeased. I just offer myself, do not mean anything else,” smooth while cupping both hands.
“Sorry I'm not feeling well, thanks for your lunch offer. Excuse me!” tampik Kinanti, then left Aksar alone.
Aksar nodded and could only look at the curves of the beautiful woman's body until it disappeared behind the door of the building.
“This time, we have no special bond, Kinan. But, just wait, ‘kkan I make you fall in love until infatuated,” muttered Aksar while grinning. He put his sunglasses back on before heading to the car. After that, he left the court of GrewMedia.
***
“Benaaa!” shouted Laras waving his hand.
Bena looked up, then walked up to him.
The ambience of the restaurant with the traditional feel was chosen by Laras for their lunch today. In addition to the new restaurant opened a week ago, the wooden construction and interior design gives the impression of cozy, but also natural.
“The best place to eat, Ras!” Bena sat down in front of his best friend.
“Hmm, match with elo taste, ‘kan? Sono, selfie in sono, well!” The barrel of his mouth pointed to one place in the corner of the restaurant that looks more interesting to be a photo spot.
“Ah, you know I like this one!” exclaim Bena who immediately shuffled. It leads to a place that is dominated by furniture and various decorations made of wood.
Laras just smiled to see Bena doing a selfie among the decorations and all-traditional tableware. Yellowish lighting that warms the eyes, making the results of the photo of the friend more slick. It was seen from Bena's Instagram post shortly after the girl took a selfie.
Bena is actually younger in age between Kinanti and Laras. In fact, at first Laras did not know Bena. Their relationship is not like Laras and Kinanti which has been established for decades. Bena, who was in fact Kinanti's co-worker, met Laras at lunch on Kinanti's birthday. Because of one frequency and both understand each other's characters, since five years ago the three of them are best friends.
Although Laras are not in one workplace, their friendship is quite compact. For Laras, Bena who was three years younger, he considered like his own sister. Although the attitude of Bena who until now still call his name and Kinanti by name directly without frills ‘Mba’.
Without them noticing, from a distance a man who was also enjoying lunch had been watching them. However, these men are more likely to pay attention to the figure of Laras who is more calm than Bena. The man in his mid-30s continued to chew his lunch slowly. He kept watching Laras who was talking to Bena.
Occasionally he threw a glance towards the road so as not to be too suspected because he was too concerned about the movements of the woman.
This is not the first time Rizal has met Laras. A week ago, in a restaurant not far from the hospital where he worked, he saw Laras eating alone. Initially, the woman did not attract too much attention, until when Laras finished enjoying the dish. Slowly but surely, the woman with back hair tidied up all the dirty dishes from the food. Piling and placing it in the middle of the table to make it easier for waiters to lift at once. The condition of the dining table was clean just like when he came because the woman took some tissue and wiped the table clean.
Before Laras left the restaurant, Rizal was once again fascinated by it. When passing through the sink where washing hands are slightly open so that the water flows, Laras step stopped for a moment to close the faucet. After making sure no more water came out, then the woman continued her steps with a little down and did not care about the people around.
Obviously that caught Rizal's attention. In an age where most people raise prestige and evaporate a sense of care, he still finds a warm woman full of empathy. Honey, the figure of Laras when it passed quickly and made him lose track.
God seems to give a gift suddenly. This is no longer a coincidence. It could be a sign from God about his soul mate.
Rizal continued to pay attention to Laras. The desire to get acquainted with the girl was more rounded when he saw Laras close the elbow of the table with his hands to protect the face of Bena who was bowed to take a falling spoon. Although the movement was not realized Bena, Laras still held the corner of the table until the friend returned to his original position. Rizal increasingly believes Laras has a good personality even if only a cross-mind.
How do I get to know him? thought Rizal a little desperate.
It would be very suspicious if he suddenly came there, then invited them to meet. To be sure, it was not phone contact that he got, but rather cynical and antipathy views of them for not knowing each other.
“Yes, God, please. Help me once again.” Rizal muttered while rubbing his face.
Not long after, his gaze turned towards the entrance and cluttered with the owner of eyes he was very familiar with.
“Pinance!” greet Rizal while waving his hands.
Kinanti returned a wave of hands as she walked towards him. “Loh, Brother Rizal? Who is here?” Kinanti smiled.
“I'm alone. You're not with Surya?” Rizal stood up to pull the chair for Kinanti.
“Before, anyway, want to have lunch together. Turns out there was a sudden operation.” Kinanti spread the view to the corner of the restaurant.
“So who's here?” The 175-centimeter man asked again.
“Tuh! Want to eat with your office, sister!” Kinanti pointed to the table where Laras and Bena were sitting. Both of his friends waved their hands at him.
“So they temen you, Kinanti?” ask Rizal to make sure. A smile rose from that square face. His heart seemed to want to jump out so happy to listen to that fact.
It seems that God has just answered his prayer. However, his mind immediately guessed. If they were Kinanti's coworkers, automatically the two women would have had husbands. Instantly he suddenly felt lethargic.
Dear God, please help me once more, Rizal said in his mind.
“Do you want me to know them? They don't have a partner yet, why!” Kinanti teased while smiling at her husband's colleague. Little did Kinanti know against the background of Rizal and his meandering search for a life partner.
“It looks like it's an interesting thing.” Without a second thought, Rizal immediately stood up while giving a smile. He walked in the steps of Kinanti towards the table Laras and Bena.
***
Rizal Davino Atmaja's.
I don't know why the name since lunch was ringing in the minds of Laras. She still looked at her reflection in front of the dresser mirror. He sat down, then dried his hair with a towel draped over his shoulder.
At a glance, he turned towards the wall clock on the sleeping table. At 20:30 WIB, it was not too late for her to read a few pages of the novel.
While tilting her head and still drying out the remaining water at the end of her hair, the woman's mind again recalled the incident this afternoon. He was surprised when Kinanti came along with a man who could be said to be quite handsome.
Laras still remembered Rizal's expression as he shook his hand. The Chinese man's big smile slightly melted his long frozen heart from losing the figure of a husband who 13 years ago died exactly three hours after the wedding.
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