The Best Choice

Anyway it should be possible

"Just like grandpa?" aslan's lips, her smile was very, very shocking her twin brother who was older ten minutes from her and then snorted at the appearance of Ardana who resembled her.

"The client looks the same, bang? Don't have a stand?" his ridicule again, cutting the distance to the look of the eyes of the two of them radiated riot.

"What harm? We're twins, we have a lot in common, Aslan." elak Ardana, he easily tidied up Aslan's tie after gripping the collar of his twin sister's shirt . "You want a meeting, right? The neat dong, don't make the company shy of having your boss kayak."

Aslan laughed cynically while shaking off Ardana's hand. Since the time had already met once to do a meeting with Mr. Gandi, he immediately darted away to the meeting room and could not be predicted Aslan and Samira, he immediately darted away to the meeting room, the bodies of the two collided with each other as they were about to exit and enter the room.

Hurriedly Samira rewinded her body while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Aslan was about to reach out to Samira, but it felt that the accidental touch had made Samira look down embarrassed.

"I didn't mean it, Sam. Okay, please forgive me." Aslan said slowly. "I'm sorry, hurry up, besides you're also gawking out without a sound."

"I was in a hurry to call the father earlier, sorry to have hit" Samira replied timidly.

Aslan let out a smile, he turned around, towards the chair while putting on a serious face. Samira who saw it from a distance only occasionally smiled when the man looked at him while hearing Mr. Gandi's explanation about the mega mall construction project.

***

"Good afternoon. Spadaa..."

Someone from the Kawasaki motorbike dealer tapped on the gate padlock of Mustofa's house.

"Good day."

"Waalaikumsalam," Mustofa came out of the house with a frown as the motor dealer's car stopped in front of his house. "Sorry, find who?"

"Sorry father, is this really Samira Adna Agustine's house?"

"Yes right." Mustofa. "How, what's wrong?"

Someone from the dealer immediately smiled with relief.

"We drove the bike to Samira's sister, sorry you could open the gate."

Mustofa shook his head quickly. Didn't want to, and suddenly made the dealer frown. "Why father? This is true data, Samira Adna Agustine with address Salakan RT 05 kelurahan—"

"Samira can't buy this bike!" sergeant Mustofa, "He doesn't have much money!"

"I'm sorry, but this payment is paid off."

"Can't you?" Still with the obvious pain, Mustofa Kontan opened the gate padlock and widened the two iron doors.

"Please ask the father's daughter later, our duty is only to take her." Rush the dealer was helped by his coworkers who came out of the car lowered a cool motorcycle that made Mustofa shake his head.

"For what Samira bought a motorcycle like this."

Mustofa received the sign from the dealer and sat on the terrace. Between gratitude and curiosity, he could only wait for an explanation from his daughter who was still in the midst of anxiety for the twins.

***

"What time is it coming home?" samira at the end of the afternoon.

"Why? You tired?" ask Aslan while enjoying a new cup of coffee, caramel coffee. "Are you curious about whether your motorcycle has come yet?"

the god then giggled.

"What do you pay for?" samira.

The situation in Aslan's office was immediately filled with the voice of the man's laughter. He walked over, looking at the clouds that were rising above the sky.

"Yes Sam, I gave you a gift but it's niggling! It's funny you."

Samira was wrong. He walked in the same direction as Aslan, though still stretching the distance.

"Thank you, you've been good" said Samira sincerely.

Aslan sipped his coffee while nodding. His mind that had been still murky since Ardana impatiently made him sigh tiredly.

"His name is Ardana, he's brother and I'm sister." Aslan smiled wryly, "You wonder why my hands are bleeding because of the fight with him. Our hobby is met!"

"Why?" ask Samira spontaneously.

Back, Aslan smiled wryly. The reason is clear because Jesica, the girl he was assessed when in college, but her name is twins sometimes where there is Aslan there is Ardana, then inevitably make Jesica sometimes also get along with Ardana. At first Aslan got used to it, then it felt like everything was wrong.

"Father don't dream of magribs." - Samira, patting Aslan on the shoulder with a feather duster.

"Ah you, Sam." Aslan sighed, "Go home, I don't have a schedule right at the office?"

"Nothing!" Samira shakes.

Aslan put down his coffee cup while wearing his work coat. Samira also cleaned up the useless papers that Aslan used to doodle about the important conversation with Mr. Gandi.

For a moment, Aslan looked at Samira who was so diligent and patient in dealing with him. To the extent that fear of the presence of Ardana made him pass the name of the girl.

"Samira Adna Agustine."

Samira who just turned off the AC looked on with an incredulous face. Just this time Aslan the labor boss called him by his full name. It was as if something strange had happened to the man.

"Why, sir?" ask her with a forced tone sounds ordinary.

"Please you can tell me and Ardana apart" Aslan said seriously.

"How?" Samira grimaced in confusion, "It's not that I can't, Aslan and Ardana look exactly like twins."

"We're different, Samira!" said Ardana exasperatedly, "I'm the same Ardana is different."

"Yes." replied Samira, but she grimaced while looking down.

Aslan took a deep breath and exhaled strongly.

"You should be able to tell Ardana and me apart, no matter how!" concluded Aslan while reaching for his briefcase.

"We'll walk for a second!"

From the amused ringisans kept turning into alert. Samira follows Aslan in a hasty step out of the office.

"Where, sir? I want to go home, Abah, it's not quiet this is gonna wait for me to come home." Samira grabbed her briefcase inside the cubicle where she worked.

"Just for a second, Samira! Come on, hunt." urged Aslan who made Samira cancel tidying up her hijab.