Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Fifty two

"Wouldn't you consider it again?" ask Betrand coldly. The man stared intently at Alsava who was standing while bowing his head. Alsava sighed softly then looked at Betrand boldly.

"I am very grateful and grateful that the restaurant has given me the opportunity to work here for only five months. And.. Sorry sir I have a new job so can't continue working here" Alsava said calmly.

Alsava's reply made Betrand's heart suddenly throb pain. I don't know, the shadow will never meet again with Alsava makes the man's heart uncomfortable.

"Are you sure?" Alsava nodded with a smile.

"Thank you for the guidance and all the good things Mr. Ben gave me. Sorry if I've done a lot of wrong things."

Alsava's smile widened as the memory of his first day of work was vividly reflected in the eye. Betrand was always there to defend and support him back then.

"Well, good luck out there." They shake hands as a sign of separation.

***

"You sure you're gonna do it Va? did you tell me to try to talk to Rafan?"

Wiryo's face was very anxious when she heard Alsava's story about the billing of loan interest and how to pay it, the girl told me exactly as Rafan said at that time. Yes, of course by eliminating the application scene in the story.

"No papa ma'am, it's Sava's debt anyway. The savings of Father and Mother have not fully returned Sava. So, let this matter be Sava's own."

The gentle smile that Alsava gave could not shake the worry in Wiryo's heart completely.

"But Va, mother-"

"Just trust Sava Bu, please help me pray."

Alsava grasped Wiryo's hand gently, his lips smiling in an attempt to calm the heart of his adoptive mother.

Today Alsava decided to visit the house of Mr. Wiryo to notify the loan interest payment plan by working as a waiter at Rafan's house. Alsava just didn't want both of his adoptive parents back to be disappointed about not being involved in the matter anymore.

After all, Mr and Ms. Wiryo are the only relatives that Alsava considers his own family in this city.

"Mother did not think that people as rich as Mr. Rafan can be this miserly. Hm.. Still charging interest on loans from poor girls like you," dumel bu Wiryo with her face bent made Alsava smile at her.

"Sava said yes Mom, again sorry and thank you. Greetings to my father."

Alsava stood up while attaching his brown sling bag.

"You don't want to eat first?"

Bu Wiryo got up and grabbed Alsava's hand as if reluctant to let him go.

"No, no thanks."

Alsava smiled gently as he greeted Wiryo's mother. In the heart never break grateful because Wiryo's father and mother are so kind and sincere when they do not have the slightest blood relationship.

Alsava swung a step towards the main road, the girl fiddled with the phone typing a short message on Rafan's number. Rumored that he would go to his house and asked to be given access so as not to be complicated by the security of the housing complex.

Before long his phone squealed a notification sign of incoming messages, a reply message from Rafan if he had given access and Alsava only had to show this short message to the security complex.

Alsava keeps his phone in a sling bag after ordering ojeg online. After the order came, Alsava immediately went to the housing complex where the Dizhwar family residence was located.

Along the way Alsava's heart was pounding, his hands were sweating coldly. I don't know, he suddenly felt anxious for some vague reason.

"I just work at home it's nothing more" muttered Alsava as he gently massaged his still thumping chest.

"Why Mother?" The driver of the online motorcycle taxi who was boarded by Alsava asked, it turned out that Alsava mutterings were also heard by him even though it was not so clear.

"It's okay Mas" replied Alsava accordingly.

The rest of the journey, Alsava decided silence no longer eased the sound. Afraid to make the driver ojek misunderstand back. His smart brain has since worked hard to create a self-defense scenario that will be used during work at Rafan's luxury home.

Too long washed away in his own mind, Alsava until not realizing that it had arrived in front of the gate of the housing complex.

"The mother has arrived."

The sound of the ojek driver's mas made Alsava's consciousness recover. The girl looked around.

Without removing the helmet Alsava down from the motorbike then approached the security guard post.

"With Mbak Alsava?"

Before Alsava greeted one of the friendly-faced security greeted him, this was not the security that Alsava had encountered at this time.

"Yes sir, I want to go to the residence of Mr. Rafan Dizhwar has he given the info?" asked Alsava carefully.

The security smiled amiably and said that Rafan had personally provided complete information about the name and showed a photo of Alsava. Alsava nodded and understood that this security could be friendly even knowing the name of everything.

It turns out Mr. Rafan has given his.

Alsava again approached the online motorcycle taxi, then asked to enter the complex area and drive to the front of the Dizhwar residence. Although a little confused, finally mas driver ojek nodded and began to advance his motorbike.

"Thank you, it's a little coffee."

Alsava slipped the money in the driver's hand as a thank you for dropping him off without much protest. He refused, but eventually the money was accepted with thanks. Alsava nodded and looked at the back of the ojek driver who was away.

Alsava turned to stare at the towering mansion in front of him. The house that he usually can only see on television and had visited twice that time. I don't know why the anxiety still hasn't gone from his heart.

Sighs deeply before taking a slow step towards the home guard post. A middle-aged man he had met on the last visit greeted him kindly, Alsava to the point of frowning got the treatment.

Wasn't the last time visiting the impression he left not good huh? How could the housekeeper greet him so graciously this time around? Question after question mushroomed in Aslava's head. I still don't understand the situation he's in right now.

With his head down and forehead furrowed, Alsava entered the courtyard of the house through a towering high gate. His steps were stopped when he saw the decoration of Rafan's house that looked like it was going on a party event.

Several juntai of peach-colored fabric with flower arrangements made like canopies decorate the road from the yard to the front door of the house. Is there an event for which I was asked to come to work as a waiter? only that plausible sentence appeared in his brain.

With a slow step while admiring the decorations, Alsava stepped towards the door. A little hesitant to knock on the door leaf and say the word 'excuse' hoping to open the door.

Actually Mang Diman - the housekeeper who greeted him earlier - had already said that Alsava only stayed in without knocking, but he thought it would be disrespectful and brash.

With that in mind, eventually Alsava followed his instincts and performed a well-guided procedure. Not long after, the big door opened and displayed bi Asih with a friendly smile.

"Look Miss."

For a while Alsava was stunned by the greeting bi Asih which he thought was strange. Bi Asih guided the steps to enter the house, although doubtful Alsava also tailed right behind bi Asih.

"Oh it turns out the bride has arrived!"

Alsava's body froze when he reached the living room of Rafan's house - which had been decorated beautifully - already gathered some people he did not know.

Alsava stared puzzledly at the black-fisted middle-aged father and the long-sleeved batik shirt who called him the bride.

Wait a minute..What kind of situation is this?

"True sir, she's the bride."

Alsava looked back, finding Rafan who was walking down the stairs in light blue neat clothes. The man approached her and smiled.

"Bi Asih can help Alsava change clothes."

Rafan calmly gave the order, completely ignoring the confusion that was clearly imprinted on Alsava's face.

"Let's Miss!"

Bi Asih tried to herd Alsava but the girl's stiff body did not move an inch. While Rafan had passed and approached the middle-aged man with a black and batik shirt earlier.

"What is this show Fan?"

Alsava had not yet let out a voice to ask about the confusion he was experiencing. The girl was already shocked by the appearance of a beautiful woman who was holding a handsome baby.

"A moment.. Anyone please can explain what's going on?"

Finally with an onion-thin courage, Alsava managed to voice his heart's confusion over the ongoing situation.