Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

Chapters 2. Matchmaking 2

Habibie Kazeem Alqais is a leader in construction companies. The company is the legacy of his father. However, Habibi has been in the field for more than 10 years, so his father has handed over the company to him.

Habibie was the first of 3 children. His two younger brothers are still studying while working in Cairo and also in Turkey. Only occasionally did they come home, therefore Habibie was so busy that he rarely had time to spare. Perhaps it was also because Habibi became indifferent to life partners. His love for Aisyah made him not want to marry again.

"Habibie went to Bi's office first. Ummi where?"

"Ummi went to his relatives' house in Bandung. Mau Abi inter rejected. He said not for long, just want to see your grandpa, your grandma's there."

"Then it's a habit. Abi maksa dong should be able to nemenin Ummi. Not a big gentleman."

"Hush! It's gone there. Who has no experience do not need senior nasehatin."

Habibie shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently, after saying his greetings, he came out of his mansion. There, there is a personal assistant who is always ready to accompany Habibie wherever he goes.

"Assalamualaikum, Young Master."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Haikal."

Habibie got into a shiny luxury car with a thin smile. Very thin because Habibie is not the type of person who likes to spread a smile. Not because of what, but his closed attitude made people reluctant when meeting this man. Only certain people dared to argue with Habibie.

Thirty minutes after his trip, Habibie frowned when he saw a woman sitting in front of a clothing store while ruffling her hair.

"Again, a lot of people are stressed, Kal. They are still very young. Poor them."

Haikal glanced at Habibie at a glance but he immediately focused again on the streets because he did not want anything to happen to them. "A lot of people are like that, sir. So what should we do to avoid this?"

"The recipe is just one, Kal. Remember God. God willing, everything will be fine."

Haikal. How perfect the boss is in the back seat. He is very handsome, because his father is still a descendant of Middle Eastern people, tall strapping body, with a very neat beard. Moreover, he was very religious. Only one shortcoming Habibie, this man is very anti-female and always fails to move on from his first wife.

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"The truth is, no one wants to help. I may have forbidden them to pick up my phone, but yes it is impossible .. eishhh Dad .. You are absolutely outrageous."

Kiara continued to grumble while scratching her long hair until it expanded like a lion's hair. He turned back, his face sparkling. Kiara desperately wanted to buy those clothes, but now she had no money.

"Hey .. don't pollute this place. If you don't want to buy, go!"

Kiara glared towards the service that shouted at her. The woman stood up in a very slow motion.

"Awas lo ya. When I go home, I buy this shop. Just look, you're gonna end up in my hands."

Kiara gawked after moving her thumb neck like one who was slaughtering a goat.

"Woooh. You crazy man. Why-I became a rich man, but the look of that kayak. Where any rich man acts like a rascal."

Kiara continued to step her legs like a dazed person. He was confused where to go. It was getting late, and he had no money. His stomach is hungry. But there was nothing he could eat. His footsteps stopped in front of a restaurant by the roadside. The people there ate with gourd making Kiara lick her lips and gulp her own saliva.

"Patience to my children. Mama has no money yet" tweeted Kiara as she rubbed her rumbling stomach. He walked away from the restaurant. His eyes sparkled as he reached into something in his jacket pocket, he pulled the sheet with his eyes closed. After the leaflet he held in front of his face, Kiara opened her eyes. The smile on his face disappeared. It's just a shopping receipt. He thought it was money, it wasn't.

"Yes greetings .. just rubbish. Keep dong giaman I eat. I'm laper."

Kiara continued walking down store after store in the area. It was getting late because one by one the shops were closing. Being very tired, Kiara approached one of the shops, she dizzy looking for something for the mat she was sleeping on, and when she found a used cardboard, Kiara held one of the boxes, and she held one of the boxes, then take another cardboard to cover her body.

"Sir, shouldn't we take Non Kiara home? Poor Non Kiara Pak."

Amzar shook his head. "You give me this rice pack next to him Rus. Don't let him know you're coming. Later if there's a store owner, say that we'll pay the rent because he's sleeping there."

"I can't possibly let my daughter hang around alone here. Quickly you give rice with that water. Poor him, Rus."

Rusdi nodded. He immediately went down carrying a black swish pouch containing rice wrap with a bottle of water. He walked around like a burglar for fear of being discovered, and when he got near Kiara. He kept the bag slowly.

"Good meal, Non." Rusdi sat down, after which he returned to the car.

I feel someone is going through it. Kiara woke up. He rubbed his eyes making his face even dirtier because the hand he used to wipe his eyes was dusty.

"Wuahhh .. there is food," Kiara said after peeking at the contents of the black crackle in front of her. But when he was about to release the rubber on the rice wrap, Kiara suddenly hesitated to eat the rice.

"Was anyone giving rice? But who?"

His head was looking for people who might still be around there. When I was sure there was no one. Kiara refocused on the rice wrap.

"Akh be it, it's not strong this stomach ask in the fill."

Kiara washes her hands with her drinking water a little, she starts eating the rice wrap voraciously. Though usually Kiara type of child who is picky food, but now he eats rice that is only added omelet and tempe fried so delicious.

"That's my son, isn't Rus, why does he look like a badass?"

Rusdi's nose kebang kempis held a smile. Yes, his employer who used to look hedon now even looks very shabby because the clothes he wears are dirty. Moreover, his face is also cymong former hand rubbing. Perhaps due to the wear off makeup as well, as a result he really looked like a beggar.

After being full, Kiara threw the scraped bag into the trash, she sat back down at the original spot. But as he was about to drink, he remembered something.

"I forgot to read bismillah, don't you drink first, let the demon run?"

Kiara shook her head. He closed the water bottle again.

"Why didn't he drink Rusdi? Did you buy expired water?"

Rusdi shook his head quickly. "No sir, it's new water. Maybe in the tube for tomorrow."

Amzar nodded. "But it must have dragged Rusdi."

Rusdi didn't heed what his boss said. Yes he was willing to answer what, the time he had to run up to Kiara and tell her to drink, was strange.

"Ekh, wait. If it was fitting to eat no bismillah, it should be fitting to drink only bismillah, right, so that the devil will not come to drink," said Kiara. "Bego Lo is Kia."

After a while after drinking the water, Kiara decided to go to sleep. Even though it was just a box and covered in cardboard, it was better than nothing.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar ...."

Kiara closed her eyes after saying a prayer before going to sleep 'she thought'.

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The day continues. It was the 2nd afternoon after Kiara left the house. The look is getting coarse, and not managed. Her hair was disheveled and there were some small leaves stuck in her hair.

"Is Abi not wrong to match me with a senseless person like her?" monologue Habibie when looking at the pictures on his phone. The picture was indeed a photo of Kiara given by Amzar and asked Amzar to meet his daughter.

Habibie shook her head, she let go of the handbrake intending to leave. But, when he saw something, Habibie again pulled the car brake and noticed what Kiara was doing in front of the store.

"Oh my God, what should I do now?"