Rahman's Love Is Not Just a Taste

Company Canteen

Umaiza peeled 5 mangoes, 2 for dad and 3 more for Umaiza and Rahman. After the jam peeling. Umaiza keeps it on the table near the phone.

"Dad, is this the fruit eaten huh?" said Umaiza near the father, "eat yes, do not work later ketapean, sick,"

"Good, Son. Thanks,"

"Together, Dad. Mom, if you sleep like long, Dad?"

"Yes, Mom, likes old. Especially in that room" said my father.

"Oooo, Dad, Umaiza to Rahman's room huh,"

"Yes-iya dech, who does not want to be far from the same as the future husband."

"Ih, Dad. Work alone can seduce Umaiza," Umaiza pouted.

"Yes, Dad, it's okay, son. Happy, that's a sign if you are married later do not want to go far. Just like Mom and Dad."

"Aaaah, dad. This Umaiza is happy to hear, Umaiza wants to go to Rahman's room also want to give this,"

"Kok Rahman rations a lot?" Pak baskoro glanced at the plate held by Umaiza,"

"The two are the same Umaiza," while grinning.

And leaving the room of Mr. Baskoro, Umaiza stopped at the desk of the secretary of the father, Madam Alifa and gave a small plate containing fruit.

"Make the stomach, Sister Alifa," with a smile.

"Thank you, Umaiza,"

"Sama-sama," while walking towards Rahman's room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Brother," with a large plate of mangoes.

"Waalaikummussalaam, what the hell is that?" rahman asked while looking at Umaiza.

"Mango fruit, Brother. Let's eat first, make the stomach,"

"Old test, Kirain slept with Rahma's mother,"

"Yes, it's impossible to sleep, Za's not used to napping," kept on the sofa table and Umaiza sat on the sofa.

Rahman is still focused on work.

"Son, tired of those eyes, brother, from earlier on keep looking at leptops."

"Suapin, Brother. Brother wants to get his job done now, so you don't have to go back to the office tomorrow, after Za's hearing,"

"Didih, spoiled really want to be bribed, not halal,"

"Learn first, Za, let it get used to it, hehehe," teased Rahman.

"If the problem has nothing to learn, brother. If with learning terms, it will be kebablasan," said Umaiza firmly.

"Yes, deh. This sister's wife candidate, is serious about continuing her luggage. Can't be joked a little,"

"Ih, I'm sorry I'm not a big brother, continue to seduce Za."

"Abis Za, if in becandain like to frown, the tiny lips so look cute," joked Rahman again while standing and stopping for a moment to work and sitting on a single sofa chair.

Rahman tried to eat one-on-one fruit from the plate as well as Umaiza.

"Za, less," said Rahman spoiledly.

"Yes, yes, it doesn't feel like it's over again, hehehe," Umaiza said, scratching her non-itchy head.

"A lot of ticks, how to scratch?" rahman Lyrics.

"The lice, if dandruff, yes," said Umaiza plain.

"Yes, because in the veil continues huh?"

"Perhaps, later In Shaa Allah will be the treatment,"

"Yes, lazy later if you are married sister does not want to hug. His wife's a slob."

"Yes, great. So Za can sleep freely,"

"Let your sister give her treatment later" Rahman said with a little annoyed and smiled widely.

We laughed together.

"Za, want lunch now?"

"Are you resting, brother?"

"Yet, anyway. But fear, Za, is hungry, already,"

"Later, wait for Dzuhur first let brother pray first. And eat it quietly."

"Good, deh. The wife of this one sister is indeed sholehah, prayer is preferred."

"Ih, Brother. Indeed, how many sister-to-be wives say this one?"

"Tuh, right. Za this is an ambush, the man. Nyesal..," said Rahman cut off as he glanced and raised his eyebrows next door.

"Nyesal proposes, Za," pouted and turned his face away.

"Nyesal has not been to him before, maybe now we are halal. Little Gemes can go straight," joked Rahman.

"Iiiiih, his ignorant sister was begging for mercy." holding back the annoyance, anger and embarrassment of interfering into one, Umaiza flailed Rahman's arm softly.

"No, no, I don't want to hug, I want to hug" Rahman joked again, pointing to the lashing hands of Umaiza.

Rahman smiled broadly at Umaiza's words.

Adhan on hp has sounded, it is a sign that the prayer dzuhur has arrived.

Rahman tidied up the files on the table. Then leave the room and go to the bathroom for ablution, and return to the room to establish the prayer dzuhur.

Umaiza looked around at the books that were in the father's room, all those books were about business all.

"Dad, sometime Umaiza would like to hear the story of how the father's struggle to establish this company, and can survive and even develop to this day,"

"By, Umaiza later if there's free time I tell you,"

Mom came out of Dad's special room.

"Umaiza wants to go home at what time?"

"No, you know, Mom. Umaiza had permission from Rahman, but Rahman asked Umaiza to come home with him in the afternoon,"

"Oooo, Okay. Mommy's home first all right?" ask Mom while sitting on the couch

"Mom won't have lunch first?" Umaiza asked back and sat down next to Rahma's mother

"You, I'm hungry. Well, order to the cafeteria yes, all dads too," said Rahma's mother.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Mr. Baskoro.

"Umaiza wants to eat in the cafeteria with Kak Rahman, Dad. It's okay, right?"

"It's okay, all adaptations to the employees and the company environment of the father," replied the father with a happy smile.

Rahman's brother came to Pak Baskoro's study.

"Rahman nitip my daughter, be careful if later employees at angrily see Umaiza near to you,"

"Why, Dad?" ask Umaiza astonished.

"Later many heartbroken, son," said Rahma's mother with a grin.

"Quiet, Mom, Sir. They are tame, not wild anymore as before," replied Rahman smiling back.

"Snip, wild, indeed animal. Take it easy, Well, if anyone is seduced, Rahman will immediately call Umaiza penghulu and marry them," said Umaiza as she glanced at Rahman.

Umaiza and Rahman said, Umaiza pulled Rahman's arm into the elevator.

"For a long time, you know, Za's hungry,"

"I'm sorry, brother's time just came out, it's not polite,"

The elevator opens Umaiza and Rahman out. All the employees looked on with a cynical look. Umaiza just smiled looking at their gaze.

Rahman occasionally looked back at Umaiza.

"Already, Brother. Just look ahead, Za, all right,"

We also entered the canteen, there were empty seats immediately Umaiza residence.

"Za, full. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything, Brother. Brother what message, In Shaa Allah will Umaiza eat. Just don't jengkol or pete, Umaiza doesn't like."

"Drink?"

"Tea's just sweet, brother,"

Rahman ordered a meal with 2 servings of food and two cold sweet teas.

"Are you ready, Mr Rahman?" ask one of Pak Baskoro's employees.

"Hi Umaiza," said Ms. Alifa.

"Hi, Ma'am,"

"Lunch here too?"

"Yes, Mother. Want to know the atmosphere of the canteen here and the employees of the father,"

"Oh, Yes. I go first Umaiza, enjoy it," said Alifa.

"Do you know who he is?"

"Sssst, Umaiza is Pak Baskoro's son and his future wife Pak Rahman" said Alifa slowly.

"Sorry, yes Ma'am. I don't know,"

"It's okay. I'm Umaiza," give her hand.

"I'm Sari," greeted Umaiza's hand with a smile.

Rahman came and sat down in front of Umaiza waiting for the food to come.

"What's wrong with Sari?"

"It's okay, Brother. He's bringing up Za's acquaintance,"

"Oooo, kirain why,"

"That's what you like about your sister, huh?"

Rahman silently did not answer. Because it is not knowing what Sari feels. During this time Rahman was a cold man who never liked women or responded to their feelings towards her.