
Then they had reached the plane, Sinta sitting next to Gendis. Raka and the King sat behind them. All was quiet when the plane was about to fly.
After eight hours, all passengers are awakened by flight attendants.
"Thank God, it's finally here." Sinta opened both her eyes.
"Raka, the King is awake." Sinta woke up her two friends.
Along the way there were no talks between the three friends of Sinta.
Gendis felt ashamed of the King, until he finally broke away by ordering his own taxi online.
"King, I'm coming home with you" Raka called out while carrying her suitcase.
"Gendis isn't usually shy like that, usually she's always cranky." Raka muttered in the car.
"Maybe now Gendis has changed, and wants to change himself for the better," said Sinta.
"If only they knew that I was betrothed by Gendis. They'll laugh at me." The king spoke inwardly as he turned his face towards the streets.
"King, what are you daydreaming about?" sinta asked while patting the King's shoulder. The king chose to sit in front, not wanting to sit next to Sinta.
"Ah, I'm just thinking of the orphanage children." The king gave up looking for an excuse so that Sinta would no longer ask him about Gendis.
"Oh yeah, I miss Nindi too. Ever since Dito accused me of having an affair with you, I haven't seen him." Sinta pursed her lips.
"What! You guys having an affair?" chirps Raka.
"You can't be alay, I said only to be accused. So don't exaggerate a problem." Sinta stared lazily at Raka. His face was handsome, but not in his attitude and way of thinking. Raka can't keep up her good looks image. His attitude was careless and immature.
"Nindi, I think I've heard of it!" Raka was thinking.
"You have been to the King's home" replied Sinta.
"Oh, so the parlor belongs to the King?" ask Raka to repeat.
"Yes" replied Sinta.
"Next week, we're going to the parlor, yuk!" bring Raka.
"Well, can I help you?" tanya Raka was excited.
"Raka, you don't want that. It's just a family event, no party yet. Later if there's a party, I'll have you be the dishwasher." Sinta explained
The king only smiled faintly hearing the debate between Sinta and Raka. For a moment she could forget her feelings for Sinta.
Perhaps better, the feeling of liking towards Sinta should be pendam. It would ruin their friendship. Let the King love Sinta in silence, so that all will be well.
The car arrived at Raka's house, because Raka's house was the first to be passed by an online taxi.
"I go first, yeah! Raja, please take care of Sinta, deliver her to her house." Raka said while getting out of the car.
"Raka, I am not a child who must be delivered to the front door," said Sinta as she narrowed her eyes at Raka.
It looks like Raka is smiling by pulling her cheek up.
"Da,da, Pretty!" raka said as he blinked one eye and immediately closed the car door.
"Huft, abis eat what the hell Raka?" ask Sinta while sighing.
"Abis was hit by the London wind, so he became so strange" replied the King chiming.
"Oh, if it gets the London wind, so weird is that, Mas?" ask the online taxi driver who has been silent since.
"Ckckk..." Sinta laughed a little at the talk of taxi drivers online.
"King, you're almost at your house" said Sinta, who sat in the backseat.
"I brought you first" replied the King.
"Well, you'll have to go back."
"It's nothing, it's not Raka's message that I have to drive you to the door."
The king looked back. He was still nervous if he had to meet Sinta's eyes. Though Sinta's attitude is ordinary towards him.