The End of the Waiting

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“Bu Mara the car is done, all the bills are included in the office bill,” Lukman said.

After two days, his favorite car was finished. Amara nodded in understanding, but she frowned and asked, “Why did the bill go into the company, Mas? That's my personal car.”

“Pak Adnan asked for it, Bu.”

Amara is still quite able to pay using her personal money. However, he could not do anything when his father had decided.

“Ya is okay. Thank you, Mas.”

Amara returned to her room, sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the table.

What an exhausting day.

He had just a meeting with the director of planning and finance, discussing about the construction of a new office according to the client's request.

Amara who chose to close her eyes, but not ten minutes her eyes reopened when she heard the ringing of the phone ringing. He got up and stepped lazily to pick up the phone. His eyes stared at the mobile phone screen which showed a call from an unknown number.

Wh who? He thought a little surprised.

“Assalamu’alaikum. Good day.” The masculine voice across there was heard when the call was first raised.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Sorry about who, yeah?” amara asked with narrowed eyes full of questions.

“I accidentally bumped into your car.”

Amara nodded even though the figure across would clearly not know.

“Iya. What is the need, huh?”

There was a soft sound from the man. “I'd like to ask you about your car repair. Why haven't you given me the news yet? I intend responsibility, Ma'am Shaza.” Just this time the man mentioned his name, but it was precisely his last name that was called.

A strange sigh struck, a cool breeze cooling his heart. Amara blushed with the call, so far no one has called her by last name.

“Thank you for the good intentions, Mas. But really it's not necessary, I've cleared it.”

“Lho, really! I really want responsibility, Ms. Shaza. I'm not good at it like this.”

“Nothing, Mas. I appreciate his good intentions, but I really don't need any responsibility for the repair of that car.”

“If I am in charge with Mbak Shaza only, how?”

“Eh!” Amara is wrong. He put his phone away and shut his mouth.

“Mbak Shaza?”

“One more time thank you for your good intentions. Sorry, Mas. I was a little busy, I hung up. Assalamu’alaikum,” said Amara immediately turned off the connection without waiting for a response.

Whatisthis?

Amara touched her chest that was beating hard just because of the man's words. A foreign man who had been met several times while still in the cottage Ustadz Yusuf.

Called foreign because despite knowing the likeness of each other, but never rebuked.

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Amara dropped her head when she finished checking some files from the finance director about the allocation of needed funds.

The sound of knocking on the door was heard followed by the door opening and the voice of the secretary.

“Bu Mara, there are guests who want to meet you.”

“Who?” Amara lifted her face, looking up at the secretary who was standing at the door.

“Pak Hanif's. He's waiting for you in the lobby.”

Hanif who?

“Who is he? You know me?” amara asked as she remembered she had no appointments with anyone. If there is an important client or guest, the secretary will tell you.

“He said it's personal, Bu.”

“Oh, okay. I'll go see him. Thank you, Ms. Naura.”

Amara got up and tidied up her clothes. Don't forget to pick up the phone on the table. He immediately stepped down towards the lobby where guests were waiting for him.

Circulating views to find out who the guest is. However, his eyes were actually matching with the black bead of a man who wore a faint smile towards him.

The man immediately woke up as Amara walked over to him.

“Mbak Shaza's. Sorry if my arrival interfered and without telling,” he said so politely.

“Nothing, Mas. But what is there to do until I have to find me?”

The man received a piece of check that the man next to him gave. Then thrust it towards Amara who was just staring at him.

“I can't sleep thinking about car repairs, Ms. Shaza. I don't want to be held irresponsible.”

Amara chuckled softly. “Jeez, Mas. I really do not ask for compensation because all costs have been covered by the company.”

“But I'm really not good, Ma'am. Please don't be rejected, I sincerely want to take responsibility. I won't be able to rest easy if Mbak Shaza rejects it.”

Amara nodded and accepted it. He took the check without seeing the nominal listed. After all that was not the focus now, the man was willing to take responsibility and coming to him was an extraordinary thing.

“I accept his good intentions. Thank you, Mas.”

“Akram,” sahut the man quickly.

“Good, Mas Akram. Want to drink first?” when I saw one of the office girls passing by. No matter how he arrived, the man was still a guest to be welcomed.

“No need, Ms. Shaza. Thank you.” The man refused it.

“Amara, call me Mara only.”

Both of them smiled with tremors in the chest that increasingly felt strong crashing. A feeling that can not be expressed, but a smile on the lips as already explained.

To Be Continue ....

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