Quality Love's

Episode 55's

*Heavy Duty Bi Lijah

"Bi...please clean the guest room? all Salwa's belongings are there please move to my room"

"Tap.but sir.." sahut bi Lijah in a hesitant voice, behind the phone.

"But what?" qiyas sounded a little raise in voice.

"How can you say non Salwa, sir?"

"There's no alesan, anyway I go home the guest room has to be empty, understand?" without waiting for the voice of Bi Lijah again, immediately Qiyas cut off their chat.

After the chatter ended, now bi Lijah began to move to the guest room, with a dense eye of annoyance he paused for a moment, taking a breath and exhaling it, slowly, slowly, he then opened the door carefully until it barely rang, inwardly buried with anxious hope fearing that the madam was in there.

When the door of the room was opened a little wide, bi Lijah then stuck his head towards the left and right while looking for the existence of Salwa, found the atmosphere of the room was uninhabited at that time, of course making bi Lijah breathe a little relieved, suddenly he stroked his chest while talking slowly.

"Alhamdulillah..."

With his spirit bi Lijah then walked towards the closet, then opened the doors of the closet, for a moment he noticed the folds of Salwa clothes neatly arranged from top to bottom, and then he looked at the doors of the closet, with the appearance of a faint face bi Lijah began to sing to his two lips, as his eyes began to turn to and fro observing all the trinkets in this room.

"Much non-Salwa goods!" he complained while scratching his head.

Not lingering there, now one by one he began to transport the clothes and took them to Qiyas' room, several times he went back and forth to the guest room to pick up Salwa's belongings, and then brought them to Qiyas's room, the guest room starts to look empty.

Whether this was the time to how many times he had gone back and forth, with a tent that continued to fill the ten fingers, while humming a little he folded back the clothes that had been mounted in Qiyas's room, and he did not have a hum, then arrange it next to Qiyas' clothes.

Not finished his work, he returned again to the guest room, to pick up a pile of shoes that had not been taken earlier, but the unlucky overlap suddenly Salwa caught him when he was about to pick up the boxes.

"Bi...? loh...kok my room?" salwa said with a shocked look.

"My clothes where's bi? lah...ini..this is a mess gini anyway?" he continued, still with a confused look mixed with shock at the condition of his room that had been torn apart like a no-man's warehouse, but bi Lijah only silenced while continuing her work.

"Bi..that's the stuff I want to keep?"

"You are brought into the room of Lord Qiyas non!"

"Loh..loh, who told you to take it there bi?"

"Yes, Mr. Qiyas is non"

"Bi.biarin aja all these items in this room" prevent Salwa while walking towards the bi Lijah, he then spread his hand while asking for tentengan currently in the hands of the bi Lijah.

"Non..bibi just follow the orders of Mr. Qiyas, please do not block the work of aunty, later if aunt scolded again how?" not wanting to linger to serve Salwa for fear that he would feel pity again, now bi Lijah then continued his steps to Qiyas room.

"Bi...?" shouted Salwa from behind, finding the bi Lijah who did not give a response, he then ran a small approach to the bi Lijah which was right in front of the door of Qiyas' room.

"Bi..please don't take my things to her room, bi.bi.." prevent it, while tugging at the two arms of her domestic assistant.

"Non Salwa why? instead of seneng kok even uncomfortable, this aunt if so non Salwa yah, hum gladly was the room aunt with a handsome man like Mr. Qiyas it" he said a little seduce.

"Auntie doesn't understand my problem with Qiyas now"

"What the hell don't aunts know about your household? from A to Z everything aunty knows, what other problems aunts don't know?"

"I tuh.." he said disconnect the word, while massaging to two eyebrows, it feels impossible if he had to tell the taboo incident to bi Lijah.

"Non why?"

"I'm ashamed to have to room with him?" turn it with an erratic tip.

"Halaah early-emang so non, later also long will be ordinary really, even extraordinary hihihi" said bi Lijah a little installment, he then went into the room to finish his work, he then went to work, while Salwa can only resign with circumstances that are completely impartial to her.

*****

At exactly 5pm, Salwa sat back in the living room, befriending a cup of tea as well as three pieces of her favorite layer cake, as she finished her reading, it appears that she was holding a book with a picture of an airplane with the author who was none other than her own husband, gulp for sips she enjoyed the steeping of tea, until finally this sad moment began in the arena again with the sound of a car that was pulled over in his yard.

"Bi.bi, try to see who the tuh who came" said Salwa a little gerogi, he was then aghast then ran small to the back, and then ran back, but he was still implied various question marks now he re-stripped his steps with part of his body leaning against the wall while peering at the atmosphere out there, she was very afraid that the car that was about to pull over was her husband's car Qiyas, immediately bi Lijah approached the door while watching the car.

"Who bi? mas Qiyas?" ask Salwa from behind.

"Not a non"

"Keep who?"

"Auntie also does not know who it is, the person also has not gotten out of the car, but aunty sure it is not the car of Mr. Qiyas non"

"Who's bi?"

"That's Mr. Arief non" said bi Lijah.

"Haah? Arief?" erang Salwa was a little surprised.

"Duuh.ngapain again, he was late in the afternoon here" he was upset in the heart.

But he tried to stem his upset face, with a heavy heart he forced his feet to walk up to the bi Lijah who was still staring in front there, while welcoming the arrival of Arief.

"Assalamu'alikum.." said Arief, who was directly answered compactly by bi Lijah and Salwa.

"Vaalaikumusalam..."

"Tumben afternoon-afternoon here what's up?" salwa asked, at that time he had not invited Arief to enter.

"Ahm...can I go in first?"

"Ow..boleh.boleh please" she was a bit of a doubt, honestly Salwa was very hesitant if he had to invite Arief to enter in addition to fearing the neighbor's speech he was also afraid if her husband knew that Arief had mamir here, after the two sat on the sofa, bi Lijah immediately offered Arief to make drinks.

"Sir Arief wants to drink what?"

"Aham..air white aja bi" he said while putting the parcels he was holding on the table.

"Good sir"

"That's what?" salwa asked a little curious about the contents of the parcel she was carrying.

"It's cake...Umi nitip bawain cake for you, said Umi cake is the best-selling in the store, so you have to try" looks Salwa just nods his head to hear Arief's words, so you have to try, but not denying his heart continued to wrap the race of misgivings, he was very afraid in case Qiyas caught their encounter at this time.

"Ow yah.besok morn Umi tell me to pick you up"

"Haah? where you going?"

"Yes to the cake shop, it happens that tomorrow there is an agenda meeting, so Umi also wants you to attend the meeting tomorrow"

"Ow that, aam.great tomorrow I ask Qiyas to stop me, tomorrow he's not going anywhere"

"Well, but didn't Umi say that tomorrow Qiyas was leaving?"

"Haah? pe...away? go where?"

"She said she wanted to go to her birthday party"

"Ouw.." said Salwa not powered, from behind already seen bi Lijah who came to serve water to Arief.

"Here's the drink, drink it first"

"ow yes.thank you bi"

"Together sir"

Their conversation was not felt at the end of time, seen behind the window the sunlight began to turn yellow, but Arief had not yet spoken to say goodbye, salwa's eyes began to look everywhere felt he was almost not at home to linger over Arief, a few moments later from outside was heard the sound of Qiyas' car being pulled over in the yard, sontak Salwa began to widen his eyeballs in his heart he was increasingly panicked by a situation like this, not to mention the loss of shame over the incident last afternoon, he said, even tonight he had to face the problem of Arief who wanted to stop by this house.

Qiyas, who had just gotten out of his car, continued walking while occasionally observing Arief's parked car there, just after Qiyas was at the door, he was stunned for a moment while taking off his shoes, no greeting was thrown, let alone a greeting for his guest, even his flat face was increasingly strengthening the heart rate of his wife who was sitting three in the living room.

"Lady just got home?" sapa bi Lijah, he was then surprised to tidy up Qiyas' shoes, while Salwa did not present any sentences to Qiyas, besides still piling up the shame he was also not happy about Arief's current presence.

Suddenly from the side Arief began to be aghast then started a conversation with Qiyas.

"Ouw well, I'm just here to nganterin cake Umi's care for you guys, and.." suddenly Qiyas cut off his words.

"I don't know, and I don't care at all what purpose you came here" he said as he continued his steps to the room, but again Arief spoke behind him.

"I also want to ask permission to you if tomorrow morning I will invite Salwa to attend an agenda meeting at the Umi cake shop" Arief explained, Qiyas then sighed while turning around and then replied to Arief's words just now.

"Whatever you want to go anywhere, I don't care at all" he immediately went into the room, it was also heard that he closed the door of his room hard to make Salwa's two shoulders quite raised a few centi.

From the side, Arief could only highlight Qiyas's behavior just now, while approaching Salwa then, with an unpleasant gaze he also threw a word of goodbye to his best friend.

"Yes, you are careful huh, aam sorryin was also the attitude of mas Qiyas earlier huh?" he said, even Salwa himself felt bad for Arief, he slowly drove Arief home to the door while waving his hands at Arief.