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

SS. 07. Mystery of 'Princess Ayu' 1

Hc . tok .. tok..

Alfatih was shocked when someone knocked on his car door.

"Yes Za."

He answered the knock by opening the window of the door of his wheel.

"Is there a problem sir ? Sorry, from earlier I observed that you were silent and did not get out - out of the car." Reza's attitude is very observant with the behavior of his superiors.

"No problem, I'm just a little tired." Answer origin.

"Do we need a backpack on today's agenda ?"

"No - no, no. I'm okay."

"Okay sir, then I stay inside. I have to prepare a meeting for your introduction this morning." Unmistakably.

"Yes, I'll be there soon."

After Reza's departure, Alfatih again closed the glass door of his car. His eyes returned to a traditional cake still lying on the dashboard of his car.

It turned out that that had made Al not move from inside the car.

"Princess Ayu." He read the lebel on the cake wrapper.

"Why do I think the girl's back, who is she ? where's the house ?" Mumbled himself.

Al grabbed the cake that was no longer worth eating. He put it in his bag.

"Good morning Mr. Al."

"Morning." He answered when meeting employees who greeted.

"Pak Al, the meeting room is ready. Can we start now ?" Ask Reza.

"Yes, I'll be there soon."

Not long after, all the core employees of various divisions were already inside the meeting room.

This meeting agenda, discussing his leadership work program in the future. There are a lot of things that he should evaluate.

Al returned to his study after closing the meeting this morning. He again grabbed the puthu cake that was still stored in one of his bag bags.

He looked over and over again, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Za, can you come to my room for a second ?"

"Yes sir."

His request to Reza, via local phone at the office.

Tok .. tok ...

"Lake in."

"Can I help you sir ?"

"Sit Za."

Reza sat with curiosity in his heart. During his close to Alfatih, only this time he was invited to chat together without knowing what he would discuss at this time.

"How long have you been in town ?"

Al's question sounded strange in Reza's ear.

"I've been born and raised in this city since childhood, sir. But had lived a few years outside the city to study." Unmistakably.

'So, a little bit he knows the ins and outs of this city.' Al thought in his heart.

"Sir Al ?" Call Reza, when you see Al daydreaming.

"Yes, sorry." Nervous answer.

"Is there a problem ?" This is the second time Reza has asked the same question.

"It doesn't matter, but I'm asking you for one thing."

Reza looked carefully. What his young boss will say.

Likewise with Al, who looks confused to start from where to ask about the puthu cake.

Al picks up the cake he had hidden behind his bag when Reza enters his study.

'A cake, what would Pak al do with that cake ?' Reza thought to himself.

"Za, have you ever seen someone who sells this puthu cake ?"

Al's question left Reza a little confused.

"No sir, even.I first saw the cake." Honest answer.

"Ah, yes." That's all that came out of Al's mouth.

"Nothing, I just want to know who this cake-seller girl is." He murmured with a slightly empty look.

'So Mr Al asked that because of a girl, is Mr Al in love ?' Ask Reza in my heart.

"Do I need to intervene alone to find it ?"

"Yes. I wonder what the girl's background is." Her speech.

"Is there a clue I can wear ?"

"Here it says 'Princess Ayu' as her lebel. Who knows this could be a clue." Al said while handing over a cake that was not worth eating it to Reza.

Reza took a photo of the cake, and left it back at Alfatih's desk.

"Okay sir, I'll try to find out."

"Love Za."

"Are there any more, sir ?"

"No, that's enough."

"Okay, then, I'll excuse you sir.

"Yes, thanks Reza."

It was Reza's responsibility to solve all the problems related to Alfatih.

Whether it's work, or even personal affairs of his superiors.

'Strange, what exactly is Mr Al looking for ? Is it possible that Mr. Al fell in love with the cake seller's girl.'

Reza smiled to himself, imagining how his young boss could fall in love. As far as Reza is concerned, let alone being close to women, just glance at him unwillingly.

Whether there is something with his heart, may have often seen the import-import, the local does not work.

"Hmmmmm... There is - there is." Mumbled himself.

"Sir Reza, why smile for yourself." Sapa Siska, Al's secretary who happened to pass by.

"Ah this, gakpapa. I just want to smile again." Answer Reza.

"Be careful about your package sir." God as it passes.

"Eh Sis wait a minute."

"What's up, sir ?"

"You're a girl, identical to a snack_"

Siska frowned, hearing Reza's statement.

"I mean gini, have you ever bought a market snack like this ?" Reza asked to the point, when he realized his interlocutor was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Sir Reza, I want puthu ayu to say something."

"Yes that's what I mean." His words are wrong.

"This is the name of au puthu cake sir, if Mr. Reza wants, tomorrow I buy." Tawar Siska's.

"I don't want to, but Mr. Al." Whispers watered.

"Hahhhh !" Siska's comments were half screaming.

"Sstttt.." Sela Reza, afraid that Siska will make a louder voice.

"But Pak Al wants the one with the 'Princess Ayu'. If necessary, you'll ask for the address of the production house." Reza's Message.

Siska noticed the shape and examined the writing model on the puthu ayu cake.

"If you have any info, please let me know immediately. Remember, this is a secret mission don't get leaked." Message again.

"Yes - yes, ready."

Siska returned to her study, overwhelmed with wonder.

'Indeed what is special puthu ayu 'Princess Ayu' huh ? The feeling of all puthu ayu cakes tastes the same.' Thought in the heart.

That's right what Reza said. If snacks or any type of food is identical to women. The proof, that afternoon also after arriving at lunchtime, Siska immediately slid towards the traditional market, looking for what Reza asked.

But alas, he had approached several stalls, none of which had a putu ayu cake with a lebel requested by Reza.

"Any, the feeling has all the hawker stalls I explore, but no one sells puthu ayu with that name." Mumbled himself.

Obviously not on the market, because indeed, Tata never sold it to hawker traders. He only peddled his own work by traveling around his mother's Almarhumah pancal bicycle.

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