SECOND MAHLIGAI

Chapter 2 - Bizarre Customers (REVISIONS)

In a simple house. Men with a height of 185 centimeters. Cool face with a little thin bewok makes an adult impression that is on him really makes the women will scream by looking at him at a glance.

His muscular body and undoubted good looks always led him to believe that no woman would ever refuse him. But unfortunately, all that no longer matters. After all that perfection is smeared with a deficiency that is always a disgrace to a man.

Smiling looking at her reflection on the glass she muttered like she was reciting a spell. Rather than looking like a normal man he was more like an insane man. While she still enjoys her handsome face. The ringing of his phone made him realize.

“Iya?”

“...”

“Oh yes, Ma'am. Wait a minute!” yells.

With his broad steps he grabbed the bag and took the sneakers under the table that he always used to do his duties as a financial staff in a hospital.

“Mas, Nathan ‘kan?” ask the woman standing at the gate of her house.

“Iya, Mbak.” Answer with a smile.

The sweet, dimpled woman took the helmet for the man before her. Once ready, the two-wheeled vehicle runs according to instructions from the direction on the phone. With enough heart - the woman's heart controls the handlebar of her motor carrying a man much larger than her body to the destination.

The man named Nathan who was focused on seeing the road arrived - suddenly felt a little disturbed by the fragrant smell of the woman in front of him. The smell of sweat mixed with the fragrance of the perfume he had smelled instantly made Nathan's heart beat just like that. With all his strength he dared to ask.

“Mbak!” call Nathan a little hard.

“Iya, Mas!” exclaim that woman.

The wind that blew was enough to make him shout at each other. Because if it's not like that their voices are not heard instead carried away by the wind.

“Mbak, wear perfume huh?” ask Natha.

This woman in front of him frowned upon hearing the question from that customer. A little embarrassed - the woman replied.

“No, Mas. I don't like to wear perfume. I only use oil. Sorry if my body odor bothers me. Already several times my customers also say it.”

Nathan who heard that was shocked. “Telon oil?” nathan asked in his mind. Unknowingly something that was on him was turbulent reminding him of the past events.

“The wind is the same,” Nathan sagged but inaudible to the woman in front of him.

The speed of the two-wheeled vehicle stopped at a hospital gate that read RS. Medika Pratama.

“It's arrived. Mas.”

Nathan, who was still focused on his mind, did not hear the driver's words.

“Mas!” he said a little loud so that Nathan immediately came down from the top of the bike. But without answering the call, Nathan got off the bike and immediately took off the helmet he was wearing.

“Nih, Mbak.” Nathan handed over the helmet with his cold face.

While the woman in front of him frowned to see Nathan sniffing at him differently like the first time he met before leaving.

“Mbak, what's his name?” nathan asked as he extended his hand.

The woman was confused, looking at Nathan who extended his hand. With a heart the woman reached out her hand welcoming the burly hand.

“My name is Sasi, Mas.” Nathan nodded.

Nathan reached into his pants pocket and gave Sasi a 100 thousand note. Sasi received the money and opened his jacket to look for change.

“Mas, this~~

“Loh, Mas!” call Sasi a little yell to see Nathan walk into the hospital area without waiting for his change.

Sasi who did not want to take the change just tried to chase after Nathan to get into the hospital.

“Sorry what's up, Ma'am?” ask the guard.

“Tadi it..."

“If there is nothing important please go, Ma'am!” firmly the Satpam. Didn't want to get in trouble Sasi chose to go and go back to his bike. From the second floor a man looked at Sasi with an expression that could not be read. Until someone behind him patted his shoulder so that the friend woke up from his daydream.

“Why?” ask a man older than her.

“I met someone and he reminds me of someone." Her papar.

“Someone - someone, who?” tanyakanya.

“From you ngalamun - no, mending ngerjain this.” Declared.

Two blue maps thrown horribly on Nathan's desk. “what is this?” tanyakanya.

“That's a report you have to work on today and should not be delayed,” said the man in front of Nathan who is his boss for a while.

Nathan who was in a bad mood could only sigh. The work he has to do now.

“Oke, I hand it over after lunch.”

“Well, I wait in my room, yes,” Nathan nodded and immediately opened the computer in front of him.

***

Adhan ashar reverberated when Sasi had just arrived in his contract. With a body that was quite tired Sasi pushed his motorbike and put it on the terrace of his contract that was not so broad.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Sasi while taking off the shoes he wore.

Aslan, the child in the room, went out of the room to greet the mother. His little hand he stretched out with reverence he touched the back of the mother's hand and a warm kiss did not forget he pinned there.

“Kok tumben has come home, Ma?” ask Aslan.

“Capek, want to come months like it, Mama's stomach is a little uncomfortable, baby.”

Aslan who was used to helping and taking care of the mother could only nod. No need to linger - long. Aslan immediately went to the kitchen and cooked water for the mother to take a bath.

“You made hot tea, Mah?” ask the nearly nine-year-old. Although he was almost nine, Aslan's body was bigger than a child his age. Even soon the height will exceed the mother who incidentally has a height that is not much.

“Bby, babe.”

He deftly turned on the stove next to him to make the mother a sweet brown drink.

“Aslan,” call Sasi the mother.

“Why, Mah?” Answer Aslan.

“Try here, get closer to Mama.”

Aslam left the stove and came to the mother who was at the dinner table, “You think Mama's body odor, strange isn't it?” Aslan frowned. No wonder, but this is a question that has been asked several times by the mother.

“Mama scented, why the hell? What else does Mama wear?” perfume asked Aslan and nodded to her mother.

“But this time is strange,” said Sasi.

“What's weird?” ask Aslan.

“Usually if male customers are riding, they immediately ask for acquaintance with a million appeals. But this time is another,” concluded the mother.

“Lain, what? his seduction?”

“Ish, no. She did not seduce Mama, but was rich. But her mother, she also forgot her change.”

Aslan seemed confused, because usually if the mother gets a flirtatious customer they directly contact the mother continuously and there are even desperate to come home just want to get acquainted.