Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 17. First Meeting

Nindya's cry grew, as Al refused to take her to the office.

"Dya wants to see Mama Pa." Said.

"Yes, how many times has Papa said, Mama Nindya is dead." Al Lirih replied trying to calm his little daughter's heart.

"But Dya wants to come with Papa to the office." Whining forced.

"Yes, listen to Papa. Papa is busy, today Dya is at home with Eyang. Next time, Papa will take you back to the office." Al replied no less insistent.

"Al, there's no harm if Nindya wants to come along. He's not too much trouble anyway." The Mother of Arum.

There is no specific schedule in the office today. Al just doesn't want Dya to get too close to a stranger.

Although he is part of his company, but for Al, Tata is still a stranger. In fact, his name was not known.

"But Mother, the problem_"

"Why problem ? You're ashamed to admit it as your son ?" Cut Mother.

"This mom, what the hell is it ? Why Al should be ashamed. It's Al's daughter too." The objection.

"Here baby, Dya follow the same Eyang first yes. We'll catch up with Papa at work." The Mother of Arum.

Nindya immediately wrestled spoiled to her Eyeang, after kissing the back of her adoptive Papa hand.

"It can't be naughty, Papa's leaving first." Pamit Alfatih's.

Nindya just nodded lazily, still in Eyang's arms.

Actually Al could not bear to see Nindya sulking like that.

"We're leaving now, sir ?" Take Reza who happened to come home that morning.

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The jaim's eyes examined every corner of the room, from the lobby to entering his study.

'Why after all this time I've been leading, I just found out that the girl I'm looking for works in my own office.' Mumbled Al in the heart.

His hand was still busy playing the pen, occasionally he was tapping on the edge of his desk.

Tok ... tok ...

Al was shocked, when the door of his study was knocked on by someone.

"Lake in." He answered while rearranging his seat.

Pucuk loved ulampun arrived, maybe that adage is fitting for Al at this time.

What he had been thinking since, was suddenly present before his eyes.

"Good day sir."

"Hmmm, what's up ?" Ask Al indifferently.

'Busyet, it's cold. It's not that she herself asked me into her room.' Grunts Tata in the heart.

"Sorry sir, I'm Tata. Sa - I asked Mbak Nia to face the Father." Nervous answer.

"Nia ? Why do I call you. There is - there is." Omel Al's.

The office telephone handle to contact the person concerned.

"I'll excuse you, sir. Maybe Mama Nia gave the wrong order."

With a deep sense of shame, Tata turned around to leave his boss's study.

"Wait !"

Tata stopped his footsteps before he could open the door handle that was in his hand.

He turned around and waited for further instructions.

"Sit down."

Actually reluctantly she returned to where Al had ordered her to.

'Very much the same Mother Arum. No friendly - friendly at all.' His comments in heart.

But like anything, he's still the boss, which is absolutely true.

"What's your name ?"

'Huuff.

"Why bengong ?"

"Oh, uh .. Yes Sir. My name is Anita Pak, but am I not needed here, sir ?"

Tok .. tok ..

Another one knocked on the door.

"Lake in."

It was Nia who came out from behind that door.

"Sorry sir, Mr Al called me ?"

"Yes, sit down."

With anxious feelings, Nia took a seat next to Tata who had started to relax with her position.

"Why did you order this office girl into my room ?"

Anita's eyes glared slightly. The question sentence Al spoke so pierced his heart.

'This is very arrogant people, it is as low as that, the work of a cleaner in the eyes of the Boss.' Omel Tata again and again.

"Sorry sir, is it not the fame of the Father who asked to invite the owner of a traditional cake making production house that we ordered during a meeting with the client ?" Obviously Nia is long and wide.

'Astaqfirullah, I almost forgot.' said Al.

"Then, what does that have to do with him ?" Tanya Al pretended not to know.

"Yes, Ma'am Tata is the one who made the cake - our cake yesterday sir." She replied, afraid to make a mistake.

Alfatih who was a millionaire, finally tried to show his friendly face, after remembering - recall, how important clients are very praise and love all traditional cakes made by Anita.

"Oh, yes sorry. Well, that's in line with what I said first. I'll order twenty-five packets of traditional cakes to send to the client's place - our client." Al told Nia.

'The message is the same who, who says it.' Comment on Tata's heart that felt dicuekin from earlier.

"Eh, Ma'am What is it ?" Nia asked turned to the one in charge.

"Oh, speaking to me ?" Answer The counter asking.

"Where ? Are you ready ?" This time Al's eyes were on Anita.

"Yes, I can. Want a message any size we're ready for." Anita answered confidently.

Though in his heart was worried, who would help prepare his order later.

"I'm asking for a package like yesterday."

"Okay, we'll get it ready."

"How much should I pay ?"

"Yang kemaren, fill seven kinds of traditional cakes. At a price of one hundred and fifty thousand per package." Replied Nia who was still memorized out of her head. Because every event, he also handles the menu.

"So how many in total ?"

"All in total three million seven hundred and fifty thousand rupiah sir." Nia Bright.

"Okay, dill. Pay four million." Reply Al ended their conversation regarding the booking transaction.

Nia widened her eyes in wonder. Negotiating should be less than the price given, this is even more.

'A strange boss, but not a papa, a handsome one.' Nia's comments in my heart.

"Then we'll excuse you sir."

"Yes." Yeah." Only that answer came out of Alfatih's lips.

'Truly similar.'

Al daydreams again soared, after the departure of the two employees.

'Is it possible that God sent him for me ?' whispers in the heart.

"No - no, how could I possibly be amazed by such a girl. Come on Al realized, she's just one of the women who look alike, nothing special." Mumbled himself.

Kinanti means a lot in the life of Alfatih. Even Al had closed the door of his heart to other women, since hearing the news that his adopted sister was going to have a wedding.

"Happy Kinan, may you be happy with your choice of heart. Forgive brother, who couldn't see you sitting in the den."

So lamentable first. The distance that makes Al can easily forget Kinan. But gini, God met him with another Kinan.

Who had once tickled the door of his heart to open again. Although not as strong as before, but the taste is still there.

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