JIWO PROMISE

Dinas House

"I'm saying yes. Assalamualaikum." said Hari while waving and rushing half-running approaching Menteng who was already mengedumel while walking fast.

Jiwo sits limp after Day is no longer visible.

Oh Allah...I met her husband Witri...

"Wa'alaikumussalam.." replied Jiwo softly after he was a little able to calm his heart.

His gaze was still directed to the place where Hari had disappeared from his sight earlier.

Jiwo's heart is now in a state of turmoil.

Not because of the memory of his love for Witri, but on how Hari felt with their conversation earlier.

"That's a big leak my mouth hereiiiii.." Jiwo grumbled while patting his mouth softly that was not usually a bucket earlier talking about his personal problems.

He had thought that he did not share a little story with people he did not know, anyway tomorrow-tomorrow will not meet again and certainly did not know the person he was talking about.

Turns out oh it turns out.once ngember even severe apes.

What was the feeling of the day after hearing that? Is he upset? Or even feel guilty for being present between the love story of him and Witri? Or not care at all?

I hope Hari doesn't care at all.

And hopefully he doesn't interrogate Witri about his mass love story.

"May they always get along well and happy." murmured Jiwo sincerely.

In his heart he was relieved to be able to come face to face with someone who had Witri, regardless of his turmoil about how Hari felt now because of their conversation earlier.

The curiosity about who was able to shift his position from Witri's mind is answered now.

Hari looks very convincing to be a good husband for Witri.

May it be true as it is.

"Mas." a slow call and a slow pat on his shoulder made Jiwo's daydream instantly fall apart.

"Astagfirullahaladzim." exclaimed Jiwo with a stifled voice so shocked by the presence of Wildan who knew already standing looming in front of him.

"That was very surprising." kekeh Wildan then sat beside Jiwo with his leisure.

"Why sit down?" ask Jiwo astonishment.

"Ngadem. Jammed up earlier. Get back in the mood for a while" Wildan said as he leaned his back against the back of the chair and circulated his gaze. Looking for vitamins for his eyes by looking at the scenery of beautiful and fashionable girls that many pass around him.

Jiwo back to back his back. Come to meditate for a moment after a while ago made a heart sport because of the pouting of his own mouth.

"From here to the house, right?" wildan asked, looking at Jiwo who looked dumbstruck even though his hands were busy with his phone.

"Yes. You actually know the address of the house I'm going to occupy, right?" jiwo asked again convincingly.

"Know Mas...Knows...I used to play in that area of the house. I work at a boarding house in the area. I knew exactly where your house was." replied Wildan a little annoyed.

While in Jakarta Jiwo did get residential facilities. A small two-room house that is not too far from the office. With a motorcycle it only takes less than twenty minutes - if the road is not jammed - to the office. That's what Wildan said.

"When are you planning on moving to my place?" ask Jiwo then.

Yesterday Jiwo asked Wildan to stay with him. Let him not be lonely actually. And also Wildan to save money. Wildan no longer needed to pay the boarding money. But Wildan had not answered his offer.

"If I lived in your place it would be far away to campus, Mas. Public transportation is also crowded from there. I'm males." replied Wildan at last.

"If I buy a motorbike for you to go to college, will you?" tawar Jiwo later.

Wildan turned to his brother with a big smile.

"You're wearing real dong, Mas!" wildan replied half-callingly.

"If I buy a motorbike you want to move home?" ask Jiwo to reaffirm Wildan's decision.

"You dong! If there's a motorbike, I don't want to go far" replied Wildan quickly. Jiwo flicked his lips with Wildan's words.

"Yes, tomorrow the kit is looking for the motor." replied Jiwo later.

"Not today, Mas?" ask Wildan with an impatient look.

"Today is your bald spot!" sahut Jiwo while shaking Wildan's head slowly.

Jiwo then stood up and began to hold the lever of his suitcase.

"I'm the one who brought the suitcase, Mas." pinta Wildan then took over the handle of the suitcase from Jiwo's hand

"If you want to be good just do not bear the responsibility." muttered Jiwo who only got a grin from Wildan.

With an online taxi the two brothers left the airport to 'house of service' Jiwo.

Wildan who turned out to have memorized the streets in the capital explained the roads that Jiwo can go through to his office or to other public facilities that might later be needed Jiwo. Occasionally a taxi driver who may be several years older than Jiwo chimed in Wildan's description.

The two arrived at a residential complex in the afternoon.

Asking the taxi driver for a slower road once the car entered the complex, Wildan sharpened his vision to look forward so that the destination house was not missed.

"Ready, Mas." replied the driver cheerfully.

"Here, Mas?" asked the driver after stopping the car in front of a minimalist tropical-style house.

Jiwo stared at the house number on the ash-colored fence.

In accordance with what was told him. Number 41.

"This is right, Mas?" wildan asked while looking at Jiwo.

"Yeah." replied Jiwo in after the sound of a horn that was deliberately sounded the driver.

Jiwo was shocked by it.

"Sorry Mas ngagetin." chuckle that driver. "Let the one inside the house know there's a guest" he continued.

Jiwo only grimaced in shame because he was caught by surprise.

In his heart he confirmed the idea. There should be one office OB waiting for him to come in this house. He said his name was Mr. Dahlan.

And it's true. Before long a middle-aged man came out from inside the house and looked curiously at their car.

Jiwo rushes down to meet the man he thinks is Mr. Dahlan.

"Mr Jiwo huh?" ask the man kindly.

"Rubber, Sir. I'm Jiwo." replied Jiwo while extending a hand to shake hands.

"Alhamdulillah has arrived. I'm Dahlan, sir." said the man politely. His view then turned to Wildan who was lowering Jiwo's suitcase and bag

"That's my sister, sir" Jiwo explained.

"Are you two just like your sister?" asked Mr. Dahlan then after a while staring at the car but no one else came down.

"Yes." Jiwo replied with a smile. He understood what Mr. Dahlan's question meant.

"Oh yes. Let me drive in, sir." said Mr. Dahlan while intending to take over Jiwo's suitcase but was prevented by Wildan.

"Let's take the young one, sir. No papa." said Jiwo because he saw the look on Mr. Dahlan's face that looked bad.

Mr. Dahlan nodded then rushed in followed by Wildan while Jiwo cleared the payment with the taxi driver.

Jiwo just got out of the yard when the taxi driver started running his car and crawling away.

With a very slow deliberate step, Jiwo walked past the fence while staring from the corner to the corner of the front of the house he will live in during his work in Jakarta.

A small garden is on the right side of the gate. The land area of not more than five square meters is covered with synthetic grass. On top there are three garden chairs surrounding a garden table with an umbrella on it.

On one side of the garden side wall there are several types of orchid trees that are flowering as well as green plants that dangle decorate the wall. Sweet in view.

on the right side of the tiny terrace - which faces directly into the tiny garden - there is a carport that can park one car or three to four motorcycles.

On the terrace itself there is a pair of minimalist chairs flanking a retro-style coffee table. Cool according to Jiwo.

"Assynoltom..." Jiwo said his greetings before entering the house and was answered by Mr. Dahlan and Wildan who were sitting in the living room.

Suitcases are still hanging out next to the seats.

"Not entered?" jiwo asked as he looked at Wildan and his finger pointed at the suitcase.

"Wait for you to choose the right room or the left one" Wildan replied casually.

Jiwo looking for the door of the room in question.

"Behind the partition was the door to his room" Wildan said as if he knew what Jiwo was looking for.

Jiwo circled the partition he had been on his back and he found a tiny family room behind the partition, and his eyes found two doors that faced each other with a small room door between the two rooms that faced each other.

"Cool this." muttered Jiwo as he opened the three doors in turn.

It turned out to be two bedrooms separated by one small bathroom in the middle.

"What's left on the right?" asked Wildan who had caught up with him while dragging the suitcase.

"Jang left alone." replied Jiwo then opened the door wide room then headed to the window and his view could go directly to the carport area.

"You're a security guard apparently" said Wildan meledek.

Jiwo only melengos because his intention to choose the room to be able to know what time his sister was home was known by Wildan.

Jiwo will open his mouth when his phone rings.

Apparently from Hanifa.

"Who?" ask Wildan curious. Jiwo only glanced at his sister before passing out of the room to receive the call.

"Secret or not?" wildan sebel.

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