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Kirana called Bryan's room repeatedly. No one answered. He wanted to make a calculation with Nryan. The words of Briyan last night he considered very demeaning to her. He's very offended. Moreover, last night the skinny young man cut off the conversation with him unilaterally. Who is he daring to be disrespectful? To him Bryan's actions were not only disrespectful, but extremely insulting to him. He is indeed a person who is easily emotional if there are a few things that are not in accordance with his mood.

Kirana pacing in hotel lobby. He looked carefully at the people who were sitting and then passing by. He was waiting for Bryan to be hit. He wanted to scold her like he was scolding her servants who were doing something that made her angry.

That morning the hotel was very hot for Kirana. He asked Bryan where he was to everyone. The students, the troupe of the Saman Dancers, even his own father. Everyone answered not knowing for sure. Some answer may be a walk in El Manshiya Market. Some replied that they were probably looking for something in Abu Qir. Some have replied that they may be on pilgrimage to the Mosque of the Prophet Daniyal. Some people say they may be swimming at the beach. All the answers were not satisfactory. He wanted to meet the young man who did not know the fortune. He wants to shed all his rage immediately. He wants to immediately********** if possible. While Bryan and Pak Ali walk casually along the beach. Bryan took off his sandals and let his bare feet step on the soft sand of the beach.

"Sir Ali." Say hello Bryan slowly.

"Yes, Mum."

"Sir Ali is hungry?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Want breakfast at the hotel?"

"That's why Mas. I've been getting a lot of breakfast at the hotel."

"I'm also Mr. Ali. Then we find tha'miyah bil baidh 7 outside the yuk hotel?"

"Corny."

They immediately walked to find kedaitha'miyah, a store that sells special foods nearby. While traversing the street, someone called their name. They look at the sound. Apparently siRomi. Trusted Madurese student

make and maintain the Sate Madura stand. Pamekasan's native son walked in half running towards them. His thin body was clad in black t-shirts and black trousers. His right hand held a black plastic bag.

"What's up Mi?" Saya Bryan is so far away from Romi not too far away.

"Anu, Anu Mas. You're being searched for by Ms. Kirana It looks like she's angry. Go to the hotel lobby. If he doesn't get there soon, I'm afraid he's getting angry. And if he's angry woe to all of us. Hurry up and apologize?"

"I'm sorry for what Mi?"

"Yes don't know. What matters is apologizing. Maybe he was offended by something you didn't realize. What the hell does it weigh to apologize? Don't let his anger affect our business."

"Wualah tho Mi, you think too far. Why are you so afraid that your sustenance is threatened by the anger of a Kirana Let alone her. How are you afraid?"

"No, Mas. I just don't want to take the risk. I don't want to be hard. The anger of the rich often makes it difficult for the poor. The anger of the officials often makes people difficult. Kirana if you bring her father can make us bother. Isn't that Mr Ali?" Clearly Romi while looking at Mr. Ali. Mr. Ali ha her lightly said, "That's your business."

Bryan looked at Ali. Mr. Ali's face remains as it was, no change. Then while patting Romi on the shoulder, Bryan calmed down, and,

"Don't think anywhere. Calm down, nothing will happen. I'll see Kirana soon."

Romi just kept quiet.

"Where are you going Mi? Are you here just to see us or is there some other need?" Bryan asked, switching the conversation.

"I want to swim at the beach. Last time before going home. "

"Bring copy?"

"Cocontainly alone? Not a friend?"

"Yes, no one else wants to. He said he was bored. Yes, I'm leaving alone. Or do you want to accompany?"

"I still have a lot of things to do. Yes it is. Careful."

"Yes." Yeah."

Bryan and Pak Ali continued their journey to the tha'miya shop. Romi's getting closer to the beach. The air is not warm right. People who swim on the beach can be counted on the fingers. Not many visitors came at the time. There are still remnants of winter. The beach will be very crowded when the summer holidays come.

"Mas I suggest you just peace with the princess - her Mr. Ambassador. Don't look for disease. I don't know your problem with him. But peace is something that is liked by the nature of mankind anywhere." Advice from Mr. Ali.

Bryan then explained the incident last night after returning from El Muntazah. About Kirana's phone about a special gift in the form of a French kiss. About the answer - her. About the unilateral termination of his speech. Ali listened as he walked.

"There's additional advice, Ali?" Bryan asked while aligning his steps with Pak Ali's rather slow steps.

"Saranku's. You better apologize. Then explain in detail and carefully why refuse the kiss. Don't deal with emotions. The fire meets the fire gets hotter. Emotions do more harm than benefit them

"I'm pretty sure he's very angry sir. How to stop it?"

"Easy. Wan Ita's heart is easily broken. Buy him a surprise gift. He'll be happy. Pleasure can dampen anger. Because anger comes usually out of displeasure."

"What is the prize sir?"

"What can I get this morning. It doesn't have to be expensive." "Sir Ali has a suggestion, what is it?"

Mr. Ali frowned for a moment. Suddenly his face was shining.

"Well, this is it. Just buy him his favorite Egyptian food. It's easy to get this morning and cheap."

"If he had eaten breakfast how? Is it not redundant?"

"Trust me, he hasn't had breakfast. People who are angry are lazy to eat. He will eat if his anger starts to subside. Trust me he's eating breakfast. And believe me he's tired of the hotel menu."

"What's your favorite meal, sir?" "Habasy takanat." 8

"Right be right sir? Cook slim girl she likes

habasy takanat's?

"Yes. Habasy takanat it does not automatically make fat Iho.

Make full yes. But make fat not necessarily." "Let's get it, then we'll buy it soon."

Both of them accelerated. Arriving at the intended store, they ordered four tha'miyah bil baidh to be eaten there and two habasy takanat, to be packed. The owner of the shop was a fat Egyptian with a beard almost covering half of his face. The awesomeness of his face was lost by his smile and hospitality. Bryan was pleased with the hospitality. Because not a few tha'miyah shop owners are not friendly. He still remembers the owner of a tha'miyah shop in the Hay El Ashir area of Cairo who was very unfriendly. Never a smile. It was ever ignored. Totally ignored. The owner served all the Egyptians but seemed not to see