Reply Revenge Tuk Former

Chapter 5

"Son, you'll pick me up, won't you be noon?" squeal Cecil.

Abian was really upset to hear that. But how else would be evasive with a thousand reasons also Abian still lost.

"That's a real puffer!" Babian was upset

"Hey, look out if you're gonna miss your chance." Cecil squinted his gaze.

Abian just nodded his head saying Cecil because his sister will always demand an answer if there is no response from his statement.

Again the red light, Abian stepped on the brakes a little late to be honest he actually wanted to slightly break the traffic sign because the responsibility of about ten meters to the destination. "Yes out, I'm in a hurry" said Abian immediately pulled his car over the shoulder of the road.

Cecil. "Anterin cake until parking or faculty stop!"

Abian closed his eyes while staring intently at his sister. "Missy! I'll even be in people's horn." Tightened his jaw.

While reaching for his bag and opening the seatbelt in haste Cecil just came out without saying goodbye. Additional a little slamming the door of the car is quite tight. Abian knows, Cecil is the laziest if you have to walk from the front of the campus to the faculty which is quite far away. Indeed Cecil does not exaggerate this because the campus is famous for being very broad.

But Abian also could not sacrifice his job just because he had to take Cecil to the campus. If only Cecil was five-year-old Abian would probably have thought of it.

Abian just a little grieving and a prayer that Cecil can say so that he is quickly given a driver by his mother. If he hopes his sister can drive well, Cecil feels it is too far achieved in a short time. Abian was self-conscious, his sister had absolutely no talent for driving.

If the phrase is true that the fruit will not fall far from the tree, then the only thing that supports the phrase is the fruit of the derivative of his mami gene that also can not drive, even driving a bicycle, her mother was unable to. Grateful at least Cecil can still boast to ride a bike compared to his mama.

After driving Cecil to campus, Abian must immediately turn the direction to the meeting place with his clients. And that's also what makes Abian a little emotional about taking care of his chauffeur to be a Cecil driver lately.

While splitting the congestion of the pensive capital Abian momentarily tapped his finger on the handle of the steering wheel. "What's beautiful, until Cecil wants to admit it?" Inner Abian

Not without reason Abian remembered the words of his sister if the owner of the car he hit was willing to meet him today.

Arriving at a bakery and restaurant in the Senayan area, Abian tidied up his appearance carrying a tote bag containing a laptop and important files he needed.

The move was firm, though, the aura of his wife seems to be out even though Abian is quite dressed casually but the professional impression is still present thanks to the white shirt alloy that is accidentally opened one button and both sleeves long shirt that is deliberately rolled up below the elbow, black chinos and white sneakers complement her perfect appearance.

Thirty minutes of meetings went pretty well. Although this is not his first project, Abian still had a nervous breakdown.

"Later the final decision will be informed again, Mas Abian" said the middle-aged woman who still remains beautiful with her face lit up.

"Okay ma'am, I'm waiting for the good news." At once Abian fell back, rising from his chair.

"Mas Abian―” said the middle-aged woman gave instructions to one of her staff. It was as if understanding one of the staff was giving a large package containing several neatly arranged boxes inside. "This take you, try." He continued, so friendly accompanied by a sweet smile that has always been fluffy.

"Ah, don't bother, ma'am." Reject subtle Abian because all this time his clients rarely give fruit hands for him.

"Rezeki don't be rejected, please be gladly accepted."

Feeling bad, Abian received the package. Soon he decided to go home to his office.

Luckily his meeting place was not too far from his office, so Abian did not have to bother fighting against the bottleneck anymore.

"What's the show, sir?" Greet one of the guards as soon as Abian arrived at the main door.

Abian only smiled, showing her neat teeth. "Take it later in the pantry sir. This can be from the client's proof there's an event." Abian.

Soon after, Abian stepped foot into the office. Start again struggling with laptops and files that have been piled up on his desk but before that he first entered the visual space and editor.

Bastian already understood the intent of his friend and boss, noting all the input carefully. Client requests as much as possible must be met. The competition in the capital city is crazy. They must be good at attracting interest and get a good review into reference.

"Tumben lo sampe bring food here?" She glanced at Abian's hand carrying a small package.

"Yes, tell Missya. Nyobain should think about the concept of advertising."

Bastian just grabbed a small package that Abian brought, coincidentally this morning he had not had time to eat breakfast because he had to take care of some videos that must be done and presented today. "Frequently get clients gini aja, Bi."

"Yes, your mind is not far from eating." Grunting lazily, while Bastian just smiled while devouring the slices of bread that were served in a matter of minutes.

Abian soon closed the room. Glancing at the clock on his right arm. Eleven o'clock in the afternoon and still four hours left before changing back to his routine to being an online taxi brothers.

As promised this afternoon after his job in Abian's office as usual he switched professions to become a driver

Forty minutes he spent on the trip that almost every time stuck. Abian remembered the conversation the other day.

Yesterday in the car..

“Lo must get the phone number catet,” said Cecil.

“Hah, is there nothing more difficult? Like that date?“ Challenge Abian.

Cecil's face looked upset. “Nantangin, okay. If you get my date for a month uh, forever will not ask to pick up lo.“

“Oke get ready to lose well,” said Abian casually.

***

If you recall the conversation, Abian still imagined Cecil's funny face responding to his fad, actually Abian was just curious at the time that was being felt. But at the moment, to be honest he did not put any expectations at this meeting. Sure one hundred percent of women called Cecil ‘primadona’ it will be fascinated with him.

I was in the parking lot. Abian's message to Cecil.

The short message Abian sent to Cecil upon arrival in the parking area where he used to pick up "The Princess." Before long Cecil knocked on Abian's windshield and entered as soon as the door opened.

"To Legit Coffee yes." Knock Cecil while he's busy with his phone.

Abian who heard this only grunted annoyed indeed he was an online taxi driver once entered directly play tell go where it is. Just last time Abian berceleptuk “As per the application well, Mbak!“

Patience, Abian. Patience. His monologue.

Trying to be patient with Cecil's behavior because his shadow will soon be free from this pain.

"Why not on campus, it's complicated!"

Cecil who heard this then stared intently at his brother. "You don't have to protest a lot mending, you ready for credit cards."

Abian frowned. "Why my credit card, you have it too."

Cecil smiled wryly leaning his body towards Abian. Both of his palms were between his two mouths like someone with a whispering gesture. "Udah ready mentally will lose to me."

Abian silenced a smile that seemed to underestimate. "The game has not yet begun, it has been an uncertain declaration of victory."

Cecil just nodded his head and stared with his smirk. "Yes .. will see."