
fawaz was parking his car outside the cafe, he deliberately arrived 15 minutes early so as not to be late.then contact the girl named vella, but there was no answer.
he immediately went in and picked the backmost spot that was not particularly eye-catching.
while waiting he several times contacted someone and instructed some things.
looking at the clock on his wrist, he sighed in annoyance, but the girl told him not to be late.already at 7.03 but still no news from him.
he was still waiting while checking his hape typing, calling until finally the girl he was waiting for contacted him.
"....."
"i'm already inside, table 16"
tut
fawaz did not wait for the girl's answer out of annoyance.look at it, if the girl was already in front of him, he would scold her for already making her wait for almost half an hour.
someone stood in front of him, with a black knee-length skirt, a green tosca tank top and a blazer in color to coat it.High hair was bound because he was in a hurry.he tipped his backpack when he entered earlier.
"sorry too late" when sitting down vella unbuttoned his blazer.and make a little protrusion printed on his chest visible.it did not escape the fawaz's view so that it made him turn his face.
"why?" tanya fawaz inside.she wears navy blue trousers and also a white t-shirt with a coloured collar matching her pants.
"what?" ask Vella again because she was looking for something in her bag.
"why are you late?"
"emmm, so I'm late because I have to make a promise to make a group task"
fearfully vella replied because the man in front of her looked creepy.
like a little word he stepped in the wrong direction then he would be destroyed.
"you know I waited here almost half an hour ago because you told me not to come late"
vella immediately regretted, actually she had run to come here but in the middle of the road her group of friends asked several questions for her task.and within two days the task had to be collected.
"emh.sorry sir" vella can only duck.
fawaz was confused why this girl in front of him called him sir, does he look that old?
he immediately called the waiter as he was about to order some food.
she also told vella to order food.
but out of fear vella just ordered tomato juice.
"you've gone, fried rice is two.don't be too spicy"
after the waiter left the fawaz immediately resumed his chat.
"i want you to compensate, but do not use money" he said firmly but still not clear what it means.
"keep what sir?" vella was impatient because this man was too long-winded.his mother had called him from earlier.
"you've got to help me make someone worry"
"excuse me for answering my mom's phone first" without waiting for an answer, she picked it up.
"assalamu'alaikum ma"
"...."
"yes ma, no nyampe at 9 I've come home kok.ini again discuss the task first"
"...."
fawaz observed the vella again, the fact that this woman was too easy to say things that she could not necessarily keep.meaning here is her promise with regard to time.
"continue sir, where have you been?"
"i need you, make my nemenin" vella's mind immediately turned to the negative when I heard my nemenin words just now.
"does he think I'm a college chicken?" his mind in the heart, it makes him unfocused.
"sir, wait a minute.What do you mean father?if you think I'm a college chicken like any other girl, you're wrong" the sentence sounds cranky now.
"campus chicken??this girl had mistaken her appearance"
the waiter came and served food as well as drinks orders fawaz.
"eat" he said flat.but vella did not flinch.he was still waiting for fawaz to explain everything right now.
fawaz then sighed
"difficult to think that is not.eat first I will clear"
vella insists on not touching anything, fearing she will be told to pay with her body.
"you just have to call me if I'm fit for someone"
vella was still speechless digesting the sentence she heard just now.
"okay..."
"eat now"this time sounds much more assertive.make vella want to not obey.
reposeful
they are busy with their own food.
fawaz who finished checking his phone first.
"tomorrow at 1pm you have to get me to the top" he said.
"i'm working sir"
"try you can not call me do not father" for a long time his ears itch because he heard himself called father.he was only 27 years old.
vella was still silent to the protest from the man in front of her just now.he just did not know what the name of this man was.
"my name is fawaz"
"i can't call a name" it's weird that he just calls her by name.
"kalo mas, can you?" it sounds a little strange to fawaz but much better now.
"tomorrow you call me before 9 am.don't be late"
they were already in the parking lot, Fawaz offered to take vella home.but he immediately refused.later there will be many questions when his mother saw he was delivered to the man home.
he immediately boarded the online motor vehicle that was waiting for him.
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this is how it used to be, huh??
who want to give you direct advice come aja.oke 😉😉