My Lovely Driver's

5

After Lukman's illness, Nata was a little more attentive to the man's meal.

Nata now often invites him to breakfast at home before leaving for the office. For some reason, after seeing the man curled up in pain, Nata was very pitying. From a small life without the attention of a mother, college away from the family, chaotic eating hours, also a job that has not been fixed.

Nata is also not sure of his feelings, just pity or affection.

Before leaving the office suddenly Nata tells that there is an invitation after Magrib. At first Lukman refused because he felt in a state of unworthy to join the party with makeshift clothes. Nata tried to convince him that the concept of the event was made very simple, which had the intention of only wanting to gather with his close friends before moving to England. There won't be many guests.

The event house is not far from the office location, only spent a few dozen minutes traveling to find a slightly large building with an industrial residential concept, which has a very spacious side yard.

The hajatan owner seemed to wave his hand towards Nata. Then come closer to greet him with a slight hug.

"Sorry late, Natalie.. I almost forgot, this is just us from the office did not have time to change costumes again" Nata tried to explain the real situation.

"Wrong I also made an impromptu event, you came already very grateful I admit. Uh who is this? I never told you I have a new one..." Natalie sets her sights on the man she's behind Nata, smiling at you Nata.

"Hehehe.. the length of the story"

"It's important that if you marry again don't forget to tell. Let's just taste what's there, I check the Bequeen first"

Natalie passed after allowing the two to enjoy the event while preparing the main menu. Then Lukman who was hungry, began to taste many dishes there

"Eh, Nata, Lukman?" A thick man wearing a magenta shirt approached to say hello.

"Bang Nazim?" Nata smiled half-heartedly, overwhelmed with wonder why the man also knew Lukman.

Nazim is a senior who is now a lecturer at the Lukman campus completing his S1. Although the relationship is not good, but they know many things related to each other.

While Nata, Dion had introduced him. Nazim is one of her ex-husband's closest friends.

"So you're the man Dion meant to be?" He asked in disbelief and shook his head.

"What did the man say?" Cecar Nata wants to know.

"He said his ex-wife had another partner. At first Dion asked to help investigate because he said the person you admit to be a husband, the same alma mater I was in campus. He said his name was Lukman but I didn't know his full name. Absolutely not terbesit this Lukman because he used to look sad. Trus is not worth it to you. This is not Lukman, I thought. Lukman's name is a lot. It can't be this one..." Then laugh in a condescending tone.

"Why is it impossible?" Reply Nata.

"Man almost Drop Out, lower class like him? It wouldn't be as good as a classy lady as you!" Then drink the drink in his hand.

Lukman seemed not interested in serving the words of the man who had often sought because of him. He chose to take a glass of fresh juice, adding a lot of ice. Hoping to cool his heart that was starting to heat up. He let Nata fight alone.

"Love doesn't look at class. You're a lecturer, right? Cook educated people talking about social class" said the woman in self-defense.

"It's up to you, tar you too who's sorry. Just ask your boyfriend that. Why did his mother leave his father, leave him to be such a useless child? Social class is the answer..! So my son did not learn from his father's sad experience! Or maybe.. You just use Nata?" Nazim grinned.

"What do you mean?" Lukman is starting to hold back. Nata tried to pull the man's arm out hoping to calm him down.

"Yes, how do you know you want to keep a rich widow, so you can morotin"

Nazim's words had gone too far, Lukman prepared to throw a blow to a man's cheek in front of him.

"Bug!" Nazim.

The man tried to get up and take a backlash. Lukman parried his arm, then turned it back until Nazim was sick.

"Fucking guy! Fadia used to prefer me over your comb-mouthed man! Hmh!" Lukman threw his spit aside.

The guests began to pique the two men who were emotional. Then Lukman passed, leaving the crowd without a word.

Disoriented Nata finally asked permission to leave early and followed Lukman while running. Both entered the car without a word.

Nata waited for the emotions of the man by his side to stabilize, just letting Lukman drive at high speed.

"I'm sorry for ruining your show." said Lukman when he opened the door for Nata, upon arrival in the yard of the house.

"Not what.. I'll explain it to Natalie. You don't speed that kayak anymore huh..." Pinta Nata with a parched face and slightly looked pale in fear.

"It's not speeding the car anymore, I speed it using a motorbike" he said then grabbed the helmet associated in the rearview motorbike. He was ready to go home.

"Don't speed Lukman, not on a motorcycle..."

"Why? Not to screw you"

"Yes don't! Later you why-why, then I won't intertwine again" replied Nata looking for an excuse, covering up his real worries.

"Silent.. My dad's almost healed. You won't need me anymore." she smiled bitterly, then covered the head protection glass. Then it passed from the woman's sight. Leaving behind a stone that seemed to be clenching the chest cavity of the two.

****

Natasha has actually started to be at the saturation point of continuing to be in the office. Running a beauty business is not her passion.

YouTube channel that he managed 3 years ago initially treated a little heartbreak, his love of cinematography. He managed to make a lot of interesting content during frequent disputes to various attractions, both domestic and foreign.

Vlog travel is now like a house that is left to go its owner without knowing when it will return.

The guilt of not loving the mother's company at least slightly lessened when she saw Lastri and Rani. That mother's accomplice could solve all the problems at the company.

Tired of the office, Nata took Lukman off sooner. In three days, Mr. Amar will return to work. And somehow it's been all day this guy's joking taste evaporates not knowing where. Whether left behind in the chaos of the party last night, the woman could only guess.

Nata pointed to a cafe on the outskirts of the city to enjoy the last days with the replacement driver. A Cafee with a Bohemian concept, Nata's favorite relaxing place that always presents interesting musical performances twice a week. Hope the melody can improve their mood today.

There are no serious topics, just a short conversation on the side of enjoying a slice of pizza and some other light menus.

"What do you want after your dad gets back to work?”

“Back to Jogja. Work at a local TV station, Production Switcher" section"

"Can't you?"

"Replace friends who continue S2 abroad. He trusts the boss, so the boss is sure that when I get to TV he works. I used to intern there ”

“Asik. I let go of work in that field, college in the communication department was opposed by Ayah”

“Yes, you suck. Though because you used to say you like the field, I also follow like!”

“When do we talk about it?” Nata forgot altogether about their chat in High School first.

“Basic senile director. People fall in love and don't even remember. How lucky I can like you!” lukman then gulped his espress.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

"Lukman.”

“Ya?”

“How to know later, later the story, not now! Where tau...” Nata hangs his sentence, for the sake of shifting a plate of fries closer to him, then plucks one.

Lukman, who had been listening to the song Unconditionally sung by a male vocalist in front of them, began to look seriously at the woman in front of him.

“Aaan anyway?”

“Mana... You will really like one girl. Upgrade the way you expired it” suggested Nata while chewing the fries for the umpteenth time.

“Means?”

“Women want to be serious not invited to joke mute. No girl will catch your signal. The girl keeps guessing, you're joking or serious. Thank God that the woman is indifferent not to taste, well if she really likes you?"

Nata chose his words carefully, he did not want to be misunderstood. Lukman seemed to be trying to digest Nata's sentence for a while.

"OKAY. So which of you used to be this, who likes to be indifferent, or who likes me the same? Let me clarify" Reply Lukman with his eagle gaze, which seemed to expose Nata's mind.

The woman did not want to answer, only pulled a little corner of her lips up, then shook her head. It was not ready for Lukman's response.

"If I don't know you anymore, you don't think I'll find you?" Lukman asked again without waiting for his previous question to be answered. Nata took a long breath.

"So!" The reply then quickly pulled the glass, and sipped the juice of his order. Then start enjoying live music again, as if nothing had happened before.

"Oh, jeez! No need for clarification anymore means related to your advice above"

Lukman also switched to watching guitarists who started playing the opening notes on the song Maybe Later, courtesy of Noah.

Nata suddenly regretted answering so, even though there was something he wanted to know. Lukman is not much different. They realize they want to uncover something, but in the wrong way. And results? It failed!

"Jude, we're home!" Nata, whose head was stuffed with irritation, wanted to put an end to their stiffness.

"Yes, go home and go! The keys! You drive once in a while!" Putting the key on the table.

"Lukmann....!" Nata whines like a child.

The man pretended to forget that Nata was not good at riding any transportation. After being mobbed after hitting a schoolgirl, Nata no longer dared to sit behind the wheel. And the woman seemed ready to rely on a driver for the rest of her life.

“I want to teach you to drive, you should be able to drive the car again!”

“Should you say? I have a driver!”

“Tak forever you can count on the driver. If there is an urgent situation or cooking emergency, you must wait for the driver again. If my father retires, then find another replacement. The younger one. That?”

“Can't be?!" the woman began to shake her waist while raising her head, annoyed.

“Gak, one day, who can take you anywhere, it's just me!”

Nata wanted to find the look in the joke on Lukman's face, but he could not find it. He doesn't like to be told to drive, but hearing Lukman's answer makes him misbehave.