I MISS A SIMPLICITY

part 8's

at the address I agreed..

I stood in front of the gate of a house. As big as my house in the village. But this is the fancy version. My house in the village is big too. But some of the floor is still ground, and some of the walls are still woven bamboo. There's no fancy of her. So inget home.

I'm still silent. Confused how to call people inside? The fence is high, closed, and my prediction the distance between the house and the fence is quite far aka the yard is wide. Then arrive...

"MORTH"

"BRUGH"

"Dark"

A car that was no stranger to me hit me from behind, causing me to fall forward.

"Arrgghhh..," I grimaced in pain from the pain around my back leg.

"HEH, WHY DO YOU STAND IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE? I'M FOLLOWING YOU, HUH?" and it turns out that woman again. This is her house? Geez, it's really tight in Jakarta. The woman snapped and scolded me. So this is his house? Gusti pardon. Reconcilers. What dream was I having last night?

I'm honestly very lazy. If it wasn't for Rizal ogah, I would have come to this house.

"That's what came later, that's the time that followed,” said I slowly and pretended not to understand the scream just now. I've lost my respect for him.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Sound..."

Suddenly the fence opened. A middle-aged mother who opened it.

"Well, non-Gita? How do you scream non? What's the matter?"

"There's a crazy guy following Gita bi!!"

"Where's non?" asked the mother was confused, maybe in her mind there could not be a crazy person as good as me, hahaha.

"No!!!" the woman who turned out to be named Gita answered while pointing at me.

"Eh, why do you want to? How are his legs held?" ask the mother who realized that I was holding my leg with a pain-resistant expression.

"Nl.anu..."

"Don't help bi!!!" the woman named Gita shouted. Tega's right, huh? Oh Allah…

"Yes non," replied the obedient mother.

"Is there?" ask the woman again.

"There's no inside."

"Elu, don't go anywhere!!!", he said, pointing at me and walking quickly into his house.

"Paaaa.papa..."

"Who are you, son? Why's leg?” the mother asked when she saw that I was still in pain even though I was standing.

"What a ma'am, just a tweezers, hehehe. Oiya I have to be with Mr. Weily, is this really Mr. Weily's house?" ask me kindly while bowing a little.

"Yes right, I told Mr. Weily, you wait here."

"Yes ma'am."

Only then did the mother want to enter, faintly sounding the same as the voice of a man.

"You are a habit! if by the way, yell..."

Then came a father with the arrogant woman. Don't don't do this, Mr. Weily. And the creature was his son? Gee whiz…..

"Who are you?" ask him calmly. Sounds heavy. Authoritative. But stay polite. Making anyone would definitely pay respect to him.

"Sorry sir, is this Mr. Weily's residence?"

"Well, I'm Weily, who are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, I'm Alfian, I'm Rizal's sister, told to take size,” I said as I reached out.

"Owalahh..so you were told by Rizal, next to you was the same gita?"

Mr. Weily shook my hand tightly.

"Ga-apain sir, I was wrong was standing in front of the gate, hehe,” replied I diplomatically did not want to aggravate the atmosphere.

"Well, let's go in, I've been waiting for you."

"But pa, he was...” protest Gita who did not accept her own father instead let me in.

"What's? Mending you get in the car, papa has business with this guy, come on," Weily asked me.

Weily sir then brought me in. While the creature named Gita was finally with a manyun face as much as his manyun obey the orders of his papa. I idly gave my triumphant smile to her to make her even more upset. I don't know why I did that.

Up inside I was amazed by the design and interior of this house. Elegantly. Unichowo. And that must be fancy. There's not a lot of stale between me and Mr. Weily. Straight to the core of my goal of coming here. Measuring porcelain items to be made hardcase.

In the afternoon around 4 o'clock everything was in order. There are about 20 things I measured. Well good I thought. If calculated the possibility of wages that I will receive from the mas rizal, just addin dikit already can make pay one semester. Alhamdulillahot.

I was told to eat. But because I was sad, I refused. I said I had eaten, but I hadn't. I just tasted some cakes and drinks served. After that I went home. But I told Mr. Weily not to tell the little incident in front of his house to the rizal. Mr. Weily agreed and also apologized for the behavior of his son.

when I got home, I talked to Mas Rizal..

"Haha, so his son Mr. Weily list that and test with you earlier?" ask rizal. We're meeting, cool language, in our office on the side yard of the house. Again calculate the number of materials and what to buy, as well as calculate the selling price.

"Yes, what a coincidence," I replied casually as if nothing had happened all day. In fact, almost stress I ngadepin the behavior of a woman who almost died also me because of her actions. Unimaginable by me how it will be in the future. Maybe this is how it is called life. Everything just happens. Flowing like a river. Sometimes the groove is sloping and calm. Sometimes steep, steep, and tumultuous. Either everything is all coincidental or actually already arranged in a regularity.