So TKW
Section 24
While walking downstairs, suddenly someone surprised me and Abdul Ro'uf. He patted both of us from behind.
"Hi, assalamualaikum.." a woman and a smiling mother looked wryly at us both. Alternately. Blonde women without hijab with orange-colored abaya blush, making glare.
"Ha.. hi too, Laila!" Abdul Ro'uf looked clumsy. With a forced smile she seemed misbehaved, as the woman referred to as Laila looked at her alternately with the woman beside her. A look I don't know what it means. What is clear is that Abdul Ro'uf is uncomfortable.
"So, is he the one?" Laila looked at me after a moment of asking Abdul Ro'uf. I just ducked. More precisely do not understand.
"I'll explain later, maap Laila, I..."
"Enough already, you hurt my son! come on Laila, let's go!" said the woman beside Laila. Looks like she's his mother.
Some people started getting closer, trying to figure it out, then whispered to each other, making me uncomfortable. Arabs do not like to gossip like most Indonesians, but they really do not like problems, especially those that appear in public. For them it was a terrible thing.
"Umi, I still want to talk to Ro'uf" Laila refused.
"It's enough that you don't need to talk to her much anymore, after she treats our family!" instantly Laila's hand was reached by Ro'uf. But the woman let go by force.
"I'll talk to you later, Laila, I promise" Laila just nodded and left with her mother at a quick pace.
Huh!
I don't want to ask Abdul Ro'uf. Silence is the best option right now. It seems his mood is not good. Let it be, it's his business. I don't want to interfere.
Arrive at the parking lot.
While Abdul Ro'uf was picking up the car, I carried Oomar by the stairs. Too far if you have to go to the parking lot, because it is very wide. There was a parking machine guard, smiling to see me. It looks like he is Indonesian.
I approached the issue, because it was not far from where I stood.
"Cashal, assalamualaikum...?" my broom.
"You're Indonesian, are you?" my many.
"Well, you too, are Indonesian?" I nodded. "introduce, my name is Nur, a native of Bandung"
"Oh he greeted me, I am Wahid of Karawang" he put his hand on his chest, as a greeting.
"Have you worked in Thaif?" he asked again. But I haven't been able to answer, the horn sounded.
Tit tit tit tit...!
"Yes Noorah, my wife. Let's go home" he exclaimed from the car, face down.
"Hiy... What the hell?" elementary. It's like confessing to me.
"Come on, come in" he ordered.
"Oh you marry the same arab apparently" he chuckled, then pressed the button, as soon as the portal door was lifted up.
"Eh, that's not it.." I tried to explain, but it seems like Abdul Ro'uf was impatient.
"Darling, why are you talking to someone you just met, huh" he got out of the car and stood behind me. Sucks.
"Hallo, sir" Wahid greeted Abdul Ro'uf instead. Friendliest.
"Hallo. What are you talking about with my wife?" the question is what it is, Abdul Ro'uf has gone crazy like it.
"Oh just acquaintance, sir. Coincidentally your wife is Indonesian just like me" he smiled explaining. But Abdul Ro'uf was not happy.
"Next time don't talk much, or you quit your job" he emphasized his words, like a threat. Weird guy.
