My Fancy Beloved

Abdul

At 00:15 Pricil arrived at his uncle's house after being escorted home from the hotel. While Arya's uncle, in the middle of the night silence heard the roar of cars stopped in front of his house directly peeking from behind the window glass. After learning that it was his nephew, he immediately opened the door for Pricil.

"That night home, Sil?" asked Arya uncle in a hoarse voice.

"Yes uncle, the show just finished at 11. Continue to also have to wait for a turn between home" Pricil's voice was also raspy dry.

"Working anyway, Sil. Kok until early in the morning like this, not good to see the same neighbors" back uncle Arya continued the question that often stuck in the heart. Because the thoughts of the people around his uncle's house look negative if women work in a hotel. Their thoughts were immediately fixed on the night ladies or the comfort women. In the hotel, there are many parts.

Starting from the front, to the garden there is also. Pricil also understood the concern of his uncle.

"I only work to serve my uncle's guests" replied Pricil gently.

"Personling guests?" his uncle's mind had started to get negative. And again Pricil patiently explained the misunderstanding of the uncle.

"Yes uncle, me and my friends help the F&B crew or waiters at the hotel. More precisely, helping restaurant employees meet the requests of guests who will eat and drink. We all have to serve our guests well. Moreover, it was a Chinese wedding, they often had a party at night" explained Pricil in great detail. Eventually, his uncle understood.

"Ooww, that's it. Yes, you have, rest. Tomorrow morning you go to school" said Uncle Arya while closing and locking the door of his house, while Pricil went straight to his room to change clothes.

Because the exam has been completed, Pricil no longer busies himself to prepare textbooks. Now, he melted his body to sleep. To be tired today can be detached from his body.

Say hello

Pricil is ready with his sports clothes, because again class meeting. It is not as early as a normal day. He was ready to carry his school bag and go to school with his uncle Arya.

Uncle Arya always drove Pricil to school through the front gate. Arriving there, as usual. Pricil greeted his uncle with reverence and then entered the school grounds.

Upon arrival in the fence, there is a guy who directly approached Pricil.

"Hi brother," said the man.

"Yes brother, it turns out brother inget same name me" said Abdul. He stepped in.

"Why, Dul?" Pricil wondered why Abdul was approaching him.

"Eh, eng, not really. I'd like to ask for brother's number, please" Abdul was misbehaved when he said that.

"Make what?"

"Make aja kemen, who knows later I have a lesson that does not understand, so can immediately ask the brother" explained Abdul.

Pricil is still confused and does not understand. Because this younger class has a body that is high in harmony with Pricil's shoulders. More precisely, he is shorter.

In order for his business to be completed quickly, Pricil also gave his number to Abdul. And immediately noted by Abdul and directly in misscall.

"That's my number, brother, but.."

"But what, Dul" again Pricil was astonished.

"Hehe, don't tell Tio, if I ask for his number" Abdul half whispered.

"Why? You're her classmate?"

"Yes brother. Yes, thank you, brother.. I'll go first"

He was further confused by Abdul. Pricil just wants it.