
“How can the land be a dispute?!” tanya Ilham did not believe Akmal's report.
“Betul Pak, the land of dispute is now included in legal affairs, because the owner was caught in a corruption case,” explained Akmal.
“OK, we solve this problem, I do not want the land to be built problematic.”
“Sorry Sir, for land near the office may not exist. Yesterday I was looking for land, maybe you would like to see it?” ask Akmal.
“Have you surveyed Akmal?” Inspiration ask back. He was amazed that his young manager had done this before being ordered.
“Already sir, indeed the land is not as close to offices as it used to be, but the dean with private housing, hotels and colleges,” Akmal explained in such a way.
“Really? It seems like a strategic location. We will survey. You come with me Akmal,” said Ilham.
Akmal nods sign agree.”Then excuse me, Mr.”
Before Akmal's back was gone from his office, Ilham called Akmal back.
“Before Mall, please order omlet, drop to here.”
“Good Sir.”
***
Farah cooks spicy shrimp sauce according to the recipe from the mother, hoping Ilham will love it. He can't wait Ilham will eat it while it's still warm. Ms. Tin said that the distance of this house and Ilham's shop is only two kilometers, can be reached by taking public transportation or online ojek messages. If you walk too far.
Finally Farah finished cooking. Now he is arranging rice and side dishes in the lunch box.
“Before lunch hour Bu Tin,” says Farah.
“Iya Non, I order ojek online how?” tawar Bu Tin's.
“No need Bu Tin, I take the bus only,” replied Farah.
The reason why Farah does not want to use an online motorcycle taxi is because most of the drivers are male, it can cause slander. After all, for a few weeks Farah in this city, he had begun to memorize where the bus transportation route was.
Farah left, he had to walk about 200 meters to get out of this housing and to the bus stop which was near the gate of the welcome sign. This residential entrance sign. Not long after, the bus arrived.
Arriving at Ilham's shop. The first time that Farah looked closely was the writing of the name of the college that was opposite the shop owned by Ilham.
“Balqis and Jihan attended the college. Hopefully next year will follow. Aamiin,” Farah's.
Then he walked into the shop. As said by Bu Tin, said ‘Kedai’ for Ilham-owned store is not like a store in general. More like a cafe.
Farah was already on the table for the order. He did not order, but asked to meet with the owner of this super luxury store. The two employees called Akmal. Farah could not immediately meet with Ilham. if indeed anyone will meet Ilham make sure he already has an appointment first.
The two employees said Farah had to go up to the fourth floor to meet the store manager first. Farah complied and went up to the fourth floor. After taking the elevator, Farah walked towards the message table which was very close to the cashier's desk. Farah said that she wanted to meet Ilham, the owner of this shop.
“It turns out that to meet my own husband at his shop must have a multi-layered permit,” grumbled Farah.
Not long after the store manager came to see Farah.
The manager of this store is young.
Thought the surprised Farah was shocked to see the appearance of the manager of this tavern.
“Sorry Mr. Akmal, there are women who want to meet with Mr. Ilham. Now she sits at table number 7,” is clearly one of those women.
Akmal nodded, then approached the woman in question.
“Sorry, do you want to meet with Mr Ilham?” Akmal confirmed if it was a woman who wanted to meet her boss.
“Iya right, Brother ... Akmal,” replied Farah who read Akmal's name in the name tag worn.
“You have a kinship with Mr Ilham?” tanya Akmal probing.
“Iya, Brother.”
“You are ready Sir Ilham?”
“I ..” Farah's voice stopped. He remembered the words of Inspiration some time ago.
Never tell anyone that you are my wife. Never have! Remember a good wife must obey her husband's words, without protest!
Farah remembered that word. She declares that she is the legitimate wife of Inspiration.
“I am his sister Ilham,” kilah Farah.
“Oh sister, I briefly called Mr. Ilham first, whether he was willing to receive guests,” reply Akmal who now he was at the cashier table to call Ilham.
Is it difficult to meet Inspiration? In his own shop was very complicated to meet him.
Farah grumbled in her heart. He still could not believe how closed Inspiration. Farah should have admitted that she was Ilham's wife, so there's no need to be this complicated.
***
“Who?” ask Ilham.
“The man confessed that he was his younger brother Mr. Ilham.”
A sister? Who does Akmal mean?
Ilham scrunched his forehead.
“How are the features of – the person Mal?” tanya Ilham who is actually curious who has claimed me as his sister.
“She's female, wearing Muslim clothes, brown-eyed and like a student. My estimate of the age of the woman is about 20 years, sir,” Akmal replied clearly.
Like the – features of Farah! But why is he here? What was?
“Submit to enter my room.”
“Good Mr. Ilham,” Akmal hung up. He walked towards the woman and said that Mr. Ilham was willing to receive guests.
Hearing that Farah became excited.
Shouldn't need permission, Ilham is also part of him. Think Farah.
***
Inspiration was shocked to see Farah could enter his room by carrying something in his bag.
Wait, he claimed to be my sister? Why didn't she just claim to be my wife?
Suddenly Ilham remembered his old words, that Farah should not claim to be his wife.
“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah wabarkatuh,” greetings Farah.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. What's up?” ask the inspiration directly at the point.
“I brought lunch to Mas. Sorry this morning I did not say goodbye to going to the market,” replied Farah.
“Put it on the table. I'm busy!”
“Iya Mas,” Farah put the lunch box for Ilham on the table close to Ilham.
Farah was amazed by the contents in Ilham's office, many books such as a small library. Immediately Farah approached the bookshelf, checking the books there might be a title that caught Farah's attention.
“This Mas Ilham office room is unique yes, many good books here,” said Farah. It is true that many self-development books and marketing strategies are on this bookshelf.
“If you like, grab and read,” replied Inspiration flat.
Hearing that Farah immediately chose one book to read. He sat on a sofa near the window that presents a view of the beautiful building of the college.
Secretly Ilham watched Farah who was already immersed in the book he was reading. Impressed by the innocence of the woman before him.
Actually you're smart, it's just that fate is less on your side
I watched Farah for a long time. Somehow every time we pay attention to someone's movements, the person must look back at us as if someone is whispering in his ear. ‘Hey! Look at him watching you from earlier!’ It makes our eyes meet each other and that awkward feeling arises. Ilham and Farah are involved in this classic universe game.
“So is wrong? Why did Mas look at me until like that,” Farah caught a pair of two eyes Ilham ball looking at him.
Shit, why would he know? Wasn't he very focused on reading the book
“No! If you have no business here, go home. I'm busy and please don't bother me!” firmly Ilham.
“Good Mas, but before I go to toliet first can? After that I went straight home,” replied Farah.
“Please.”
Farah got up from her seat and walked out of the room of Inspiration.
“If you think he's funny also” mutant Ilham while smiling considering the incident earlier.
The door opened without knocking. Makes Inspiration surprised.
“Sorry Mas, the next toilet where Mas, I was confused looking,” asked Farah to surprise Ilham.
“The female-only toilet is on the fourth floor,” Ilham replied flatly, as quiet as possible.
“Iya Mas, thank you,” Farah closed the door back and went down to the toilet on the fourth floor.
Inspiration still can't believe.“Hope he didn't hear what I said.”