I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

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Farel stepped hurriedly towards the room. His cheerful countenance, instantly changed as he went inside.

Disappointment is not the play that he feels, when he finds the food box that Nisa gives is no longer there.

Never mind enjoying the contents, the container just disappeared somewhere.

“Since when was there a thief in this office?” his weakness.

He then sat down and lamented the loss of food Nisa gave him. Before long like that, Arka appeared in her room.

“Yesterday, who did you make the cooperation target?” Arka to the point.

“Sama Nisa,” replied Farel lazily.

Arka budging.

“Lumayan quality is also the child. His input is much better than Ratna's input last month,” his monologue in heart.

“Why? Want to insult Nisa's performance again? You're outrageous if you still shine by him.”

“I was just curious. He's quite good quality.” He focused on Farel's face. “Why is your face bent so?” he added.

“It's okay. Just a small problem that I have to explain.”

Arka is giving money. Farel who knew nothing immediately brushed it off. “I don't ask for money. Why do you love?”

“I never said you asked for money.”

“Certain, what is this?”

“This money to replace your fried rice.”

“Oh, so it contains fried rice. So where did you throw the fried rice?” farel asked and stood up quickly.

He was so eager to pick up the food box, which he thought Arka had thrown away.

“Which fool would throw fried rice so good. I eat until I finish, I still want to add. Sorry, I ate without asking your permission. Take this money, buy a new one there.”

“Never mind's. I am okay.” Farel faked his smile.

Though, deep down, he longed to curse harshly at Arka. If necessary, he snapped the head of his cousin who likes it immediately.

But that feeling he endured. It is very unethical for superiors and subordinates, as well as brother and sister to be mated, to fight over fried rice.

“Tomorrow three servings yes. For you, me, and Dara.”

Arka again put the second money on Farel's table before heading out. His steps stopped, as he remembered something very urgent for him.

“One more time, Friday we will have a holiday together in Japan. Me and Dara want a photo shoot for prewedding there. Remember, you are coming to help. So don't be lazy if told.”

Farel's heart was destroyed because the fried rice was eaten by Arka, gone. “It is okay, help all holidays for free. Which other favors of God do you deny?”

Some of the money given by Arka, Farel will use to travel to the cafeteria this afternoon.

He started to walk down the elevator to get to the third floor. Passing through some of the beings who possess the highest ego, named man.

Eventually, he managed to get to the place where the hunger extinguisher was. The release of the pink magic paper, which was given by Lord Arka.

Light objects that are able to hypnotize the owner of the cafeteria to realize his orders.

“Nation lead one, Ma'am. Just drink orange juice,” he said then walked to the VIP room.

Many female employees eyes were on him. Not a few who whispered in admiration for the prowess of the bespectacled man.

However, he was not interested in any of the women there. Because of her heart, it had been completely captivated by Nisa.

After a few minutes of waiting, the waiter came with his order. The timbel rice was eaten with greed. Sometimes he interspersed with drinking cold orange juice.

Ah, steady.

After performing the prayer, Nisa put a chair in front of the window. As usual, he sat by an open window. Letting the night baby caress her long, bushy hair.

He looked up, watching the night sky. His smile broke when he found the number of stars above. The star cluster always manages to grab his attention at night.

Tetiba, WhatsApp notifications are heard from the device. He also grabbed his very simple communication tools.

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, Sir!” type Nisa with a flat expression.

“What's first?”

“This, look at the stars in the sky.”

“I also like to see stars, beautiful. As beautiful as the woman who was looking at it.”

Reflexes, Nisa is singing lips. “How's the name sir? Taste good or still lacking in seasoning? Or too greasy?” ask him to avoid Farel's appeal.

“I don't know how it feels,” send Farel.

“Hah? You don't like to eat fried rice, do you? Sorry sir, I don't know. Next time I make food that you like.”

“I like to eat fried rice kok.”

“If you like, why my homemade is not eaten Sir?”

Farel made up his mind to be honest. “Fried rice you love spent Arka.”

“Hah? Why is Arka sir eating, sir?”

“Tadi, I met outside with a client. I kept the fried rice on the table. Pas home is no longer there, it turns out ludes eaten Arka.”

“In Shaa Allah, tomorrow I make again Sir.”

“Bikin four servings yes. If only one, later I will not go to any more.”

“Four servings? For anyone Sir?”

“I, you, Arka, same Dara. Take it easy, Arka has prepared money to buy fried rice. Tomorrow I love you.”

“Buy? Mr Arka didn't know it was my cooking?”

“Iya. He didn't ask who was cooking. I thought I bought that fried rice. That's why I immediately gave him money. Said buy again tomorrow.”

“If you can, do not tell Mr. Arka if I made his fried rice.”

“Okay, this is our secret. Anyway, I'll pick you up tomorrow. You must be having trouble if you have to bring four boxes of rice to the office alone. Especially if you take a bus, there may be someone who accidentally nudges you. Unfortunately if the fried rice spilled free.”

“Good, Sir. I'm doing it well.”

The night is gripping

Farel rushed to the bed. Apparently, he was doing self-affirmation. “I made a match with Nisa,” she said several times before closing her eyes.

At the same time, Nisa took some ablution water before going up to her bed. Not forgetting to read prayer.

Among them; surah Al-Fatiha one time, one time chair verse, three times each trikul, prayer before going to bed, and ending with reciting the creed.

They also slept...

The sound of the adhan being echoed so melodiously, woke Nisa from her deep sleep. Soon, he changed his nightgown. Then take ritual ablution with running water.

Nisa performed the dawn prayer solemnly. Seberes carried out his duties as a Muslim, he continued to read a page of Surah Al-Baqarah.

Seberes it, mukena and prayer mat he hung behind the door. While the Quran, he put it on the bookshelf, the top.

He walked out of his room, into his sister's room. Kanza's room is right next to her. He smiled warmly when he found his sister praying.

“Tumben early in the morning to here. Usually busy with reports,” said Kanza who was done with his activities.

“Company brother to the market yuk!”

“Bby, but buy putu yes.”

“Iya, baubles. Hurry along! This afternoon hunt.”

The brothers walked to the morning market. The market distance is only one kilo from their home.