The Best Choice

The most wrong behavior

The next day at Mustofa's house. Samira who felt her whole body had worked so hard walked straight to the dining table.

Smelled his favorite scent even though it did not arouse his spirit at all.

"So, I'm so tired." he lamented, folding his hands on the table and making a pillow for his head to lean on.

"Yesterday I bought clothes with Mr. Aslan for a meeting and met his mother. Abah tomorrow night, give Samira permission to leave the house?" tanyanya while looking at her father who was reciting with digital prayer beads in a rocking chair.

Mustofa who remained silent inevitably made Samira continue to answer all her father's curiosity yesterday. And like a music box that runs at a fast tempo, Samira says it all without a single lie.

"So it's all a gift from Mr. Aslan, bah. Can I have it? Because it was a motorcycle for Abah so there is no need to ride a bike if everywhere, only Mr. Aslan wants me to use it for work." said Samira while sipping water.

"Continue?" ask Mustofa.

"Will he wear his Supra?" samira asked, she grimaced in shame.

Mustofa Ketangsangan grimaced to see Samira so misbehaved to express his meaning.

"It is good that there are good people who help Abah, Sam. Wear it."

In his heart Samira wanted to scream happy, but his brother would immediately condemn his behavior, so the light of the devouring seblak not so spicy until it runs out. While Mustofa is still ringing at the level of Aslan last night. The man did not say good greetings when he came or saying goodbye even though from the full CV he should already know that Samira is a Muslim.

"I'll get ready for work first, Bah." Samira turned her head while washing her used bowl in the sink. He dried and walked up to his brother and clasped his hand.

"Samira again nabung to leave Abah on Hajj, so Abah healthy huh. Don't forget to cook even if Samira's not home."

Mustofa nodded, "Amak must be proud you have a strong determination, but Samira also remember not to forget to eat and pray on the sidelines of your work schedule."

"Sam won't forget, Bah. Also, Abah has been called Abah's chickens." joked Samira when his father's chickens in the backyard crowed noisily while ramming in the cage. "Hungry it, bah."

"Udah Abah feed me, Sam. At best they're looking for Abah's attention." Mustofa put his digital dhikr tool near the rice cooker while standing.

Two people in the house began to busy themselves. Samira puts the powder away but her eyes catch the pink plastic containing the bracelets Aslan chose last night on her accessories hanger.

"Will Mr. Ardana come to the office again? Why is it like Mr. Aslan hates his own twin brother, this must be nothing." Samira guessed while putting up a bracelet that she thought fit her clothes. He reached out to his briefcase, then moved to the garage of his house which was once used as his mother selling grocery stalls.

Samira was amazed by the existence of a cool motorcycle that increasingly makes his old motorcycle look less handsome.

"You belong to Abah now, Supra. All right Abah, don't strike, 'cause Abah's old."

Samira smiled as he passed his new bike to the company with a sigh. "Cool as well."

Entering the company page,

his arrival using a man's motorcycle in the office area makes anyone who saw him amazed.

They were stunned to see the look of Samira wearing a leather jacket and a full face helmet. Not a look like office work in general, who prefer to use something that attracts the attention of the opposite sex. Samira actually kicked off the situation by showing something different.

"I'm not a spectacle!" Arriving inside Samira's office is increasingly the center of attention of other employees. They looked at Samira with laughter that almost exploded when Samira had not taken off the helmet he was wearing.

Samira was confused, even with his innocence he helped find a source of laughter that made other employees laugh together.

On the corporate terrace, the black jaguar stopped roaring loudly. Aslan got out of the car with confidence, he who had just arrived at the office also set his eyes on the center of attention of the entire security guard who used to greet him with a polite smile not knowing his presence.

Come, in the middle of the company ballroom under the crystal lamp. Aslan was stunned for a moment There was just him.

Aslan approached Samira while warning his employees to disperse.

"Sam.." call Aslan. Samira turned around, he nodded politely, "Yes, sir!" the answer.

"Have breakfast?" aslan asked with a perfectly fluffy smile on both corners of her lips.

"Udah sir, I was wearing seblak."

"Blak, not rice?"

Samira nodded and kept looking for information on what was happening with the look in her eyes. Aslan smiled understandably as he removed the helmet hook Samira released from his head. The incident made Samira want to shake Aslan's hand but.

"Now, make everyone nagakak because of your own actions. How can you, Sam?" Aslan held out Samira's helmet.

"I'm a gerogi, sir! So forget that this helmet is still in my head." said Samira was embarrassed, full face helmet can be-can forget, attention what took over the contents of his head, he looked down. Her lips were still smiling to themselves while cursing her own stupidity.

Aslan smiled widely. "Have the bike arrived? Let's go upstairs!"

They went to the elevator. "Already, sir. Thank you, the bike is great!" praise Samira, the overflow of happiness spread to other parts of Aslan's body.

"Say I said it was cool to ride it, what do you think?" ask Samira.

"I haven't seen you riding his new bike, Sam. So sometime we can tour together. You want?" bargain Aslan, he also bought a motorbike with a much more male type without the knowledge of Samira.

Samira thought for a moment. "Monday to Friday we work, definitely overtime. Saturday and Sunday quality time with family. I don't think we have time to tour together!" the description is realistic, not to mention that sometimes Saturday Sunday remains work.

"In addition, this month I was busy meeting and reviewing the construction site." continued Samira reminded.

"Later we re-schedule, take a day loosely enough where we can tour together!"

"I'll take care of it, sir!" concluded Samira.

They got out of the elevator. Samira goes to the pantry to prepare the breakfast he brought for Aslan, a cloth made by Abah and make coffee for Aslan. While the man sat on a chair and caught a piece of paper with the words.

Your new shoes are good too, As. Buy where? :D

"Ardana!!!!"