Stuck in Matchmaking

4. Bill of 50 million

Khansa was busy making a catering order for a lunch that was ordered by one of the high schools in the framework of the annual school festival.

The sound of music coming from the phone, accompanying him arrange the results of cooking into the food box. Khansa is very fond of this kind of situation because in addition to focusing on her work, she can relax a little because of the accompaniment of the song.

The girl was preparing to close the food box one by one when all the dus with the name of the restaurant logo, was filled with special menu dishes minang. Menu requested by the customer. There are about 500 boxes ready to be delivered. He was helped by several chefs, and four other employees to complete the order to be ready on time.

The ringing of the mobile phone made Khansa who was holding a plastic package containing a spoon and a piece of tissue that she was about to put in the lunch box, reflect to look at the source of the sound. And there he saw his phone screen flashing a sign of an incoming message. He walked for a while and grabbed his goal, quickly opening a message from a number that was not known who the sender was.

His eyes widened, with a gaping mouth no less wide when reading messages that entered his phone.

081xxx: "Miss, the bill for the repair of the car you hit amounted to fifty million. Please transfer to account number on behalf of Fajar Priyoga with rec number 571×××××"

Not replying to his message, Khansa intends to directly contact a foreign number that turns out the owner is Aksa.

"Hello" The man's voice from behind the phone.

"I'm sorry to ask" Khansa said, trying to calm down. "Is this the mas-mas number that I hit yesterday?"

"You read my message, right?"

"Already, but what is the problem is not a typo of the nominal number, because I think it is not possible to spend that much just to fix a little scratch and replace the damaged sign lights"

"You don't believe me" he said in a flat tone, "You think I tricked you?"

"B-not so mas" Khansa argued quickly. "but why fifty million, try to check again the number written in the message that you sent to me, it might mean five million"

"True, it costs fifty million"

Sighing deeply, Khansa tried hard to control herself so that her emotions were not provoked by her light speech.

"But it can't be that much, can it?"

"Then what do I have to do for you to believe"

"I don't not believe it, just surprised at the great cost even though the damage is very light"

"My car that includes a luxury car Miss, the price of each spare part is also very expensive" he said arrogantly. "Well Miss, if you don't believe me, I'll connect you to the repair shop that fixed my car"

Instead of responding to Aksa's words, Khansa asked what made Aksa think hard.

"Why didn't the workshop just contact me?"

"Because I gave you my phone number, not your phone number"

"Why?" didn't I give you a business card?"

"I forgot where to put the paper"

Silence, they are silent to each other in a connection that is still connected.

"Miss, is it still there?"

"Yes" replied Khansa lazily

"Well, I'll connect it to the shop"

Just waiting for no less than half a minute, a different male voice sounded. They are making conference calls

"Hello" said another man.

"Look, I'm Aksa, the owner of the car that had this morning repaired his car in the garage, mas did not misinform the cost of repairing my car right?"

"Yes that's right sir, it does cost so much, because the mas car is classified as a luxury car" Hearing the conversation between Aksa and the owner of the workshop, Khansa immediately frowned as if she still did not believe.

"Can you tell Miss who hit me, she's on a conference call too"

"Can sir"

"Miss" Call Aksa.

"Yes I'm still here"

"Please mas can talk now" Aksa's orders to his workshop.

"Hello mbak?"

"Total all damage costs amounted to fifty million Non"

"That really costs so much mas"

"True, if you don't believe it, you can come to our workshop to make sure"

"Well I'll transfer right now" After saying that, Khansa immediately closed his call, he felt annoyed but wanted how else, he has promised to cover all the damage costs of the Aksa car he hit.

Moments after transferring fifty million dollars, one message came in from the number he had just called.

081××× : "Already signed thank you"

"Why did he know the money was in?" muttered Khansa with sharp nosediving eyebrows. The girl shook her head before then saving back her phone.

When you want to get back busy with the work that was completed by his employees, the phone rings again making Khansa undo his intentions and then again reach for the phone in her sling bag.

081××× : "The shopkeeper informed me and told me to tell you that the money is in"

Grunting softly, Khansa closed her lips then slightly pulled to the left. He looked at the clock on his wrist that was already pointing to the number eleven.

"All orders are done, right Wi?" khansa asked one of his employees.

"It has been mbak, it has been delivered to school, just mas Andar, mas Sham and mbak Marwa left"

Khansa nodded and smiled. "Oh yes mbak Wiwi, because I want to fly tonight to Singapore, for a while daily reports if there is an urgent, can contact my brother yes, can bang Azam or bang Emir"

"Well mba" said "How many days do you want in Spore mbak Sasa?"

"Obviously, less than a week"

"Then be careful, Mbak Sasa"

"Yes, thank you, I'll excuse you to come home Wi"

"Good mbak"

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Girishal"

*****

Elsewhere, Aksa smiles at a woman named Khansa, who is eager to befriend the girl.

"Boss, why did you cheat him?" ask Dawn. They are now inside Aksa's office.

"When he came to his workshop how was it?"

"You take it easy, Jar, he's not coming. You remember that, didn't he respond when you offered to go to his workshop?"

"But if he secretly came to the workshop how was it?" he asked with worried eyes.

"You take it easy, he doesn't know where I'm fixing his car. After all" said Aksa slightly upholding his sitting position "I'll return the money to him"

"Why is it returned, for what reason?"

"I'll tell you if you tricked him"

"Kok me" protested Fajar did not accept.

"Not to be surprised, you just keep quiet, let this be my business, the important thing is not to use the money"

"Good boss"

After the departure of her secretary, Aksa smiled obliquely while staring at the business card in her left hand. Many times he read beautiful names whose owners are also no less beautiful.

"Khansa Laura Dhanishwara"

Aksa did not know that the woman was Sasa. The man Grandpa had prepared for her.

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