
"That's the guy" pointed Raka at Ibra who was in the cafe Mezra parking lot with Ayleen. Abdi's eyes locked on the figure appointed by Raka, his face was familiar, no matter where they had met. From Ibra and Ayleen, they looked like lovers. Ayleen was silent as Ibra tidied her hair and clasped her hands.
"I'm confused, should report Mr. Asep not yes?" asked Raka while scratching her nape. His fate is like the fruit of simalakama. Report wrong, not report wrong.
"Yes report" said Abdi convinced. His eyes were still looking at Ayleen and Ibra. "Don't just eat blind paychecks. It seems more money to make Ayleen go home, but even others who ran away. If anything happens to Ayleen, you're the first one to be wronged." He turned his head towards Raka, throwing a sharp glare that made Raka instantly swallow.
"But Ayleen begs me not to say the same to Mr. Asep." Raka doesn't feel good about Ayleen if he reports. What's helping her work here is Ayleen. They are friends of Junior High School, after graduating High School and again confused working, Ayleen instead offers work at Mezra cafe. That debt of gratitude is what makes Raka reluctant to report.
Abdi clicked slowly with his eyes still looking sharp Raka. "If you don't report, I'll tell Aydin. If his girlfriend is a good guy, why didn't Ayleen tell his family that he was the one who picked up the guy. I'm sure Mr. Asep doesn't know anything, so he still gives you more money to send Ayleen home. If you're hiding gini, it's obvious that guys aren't really."
"I think it is." Raka's face looked worried. Obviously he was afraid that if something happened to Ayleen, everyone would blame him. "The motor is constantly changing, I'm just surprised. Actually he's the son of the dealer owner, debt collector, or begal." Raka shuddered in horror, imagining if Ayleen's girlfriend turned out to be a begal.
"No, I said what. He just won the handsome doang, but it's not clear."
"Did I just call Mr. Asep, make it clear about this?" Raka was about to get the phone out of her apron pocket but was arrested by Abdi.
"It's hard to talk on the phone. Every week Mr. Asep comes here, that's when you talk to him both. Don't forget to apologize either." Their conversation stopped when they realized Ayleen had almost entered the cafe. The girl stopped near the door, looking in wonder at them. Raka hastily ngibrit, but Abdi, he's even nyamperin Ayleen.
"What are you guys standing by the door?" ayleen asked as soon as he was inside. Whether right or wrong, he felt that the 2 people were near the door to watch him.
"That was your guy?"
"Temen," said Ayleen as he walked towards the pantry. Unsatisfied with Ayleen's reply, Abdi followed behind him. Fortunately the cafe was quiet, so he did not have to stay in front of the coffee maker.
"He who wants you to come home every night?"
Ayleen let out a heavy breath. He was sure Raka had told Abdi everything, otherwise the guy wouldn't have been like this.
"Your parents know, Leen?" Although the question has not been answered, Abdi still continues to ask.
Ayleen stopped his steps and then turned around, making Abdi who was behind him immediately brake steps so as not to hit the girl.
"Later I'll tell them the same story."
"Why not now, or before. Has he been a month since you came home?"
It has been messed up because of the Princess, now Abdi even nambahin sprain. It felt like a rage, but Ayleen held back desperately considering Abdi was his brother's good friend, as well as his senior at the cafe.
"How not to worry, he_"
"He's a good guy" Ayleen cut. "I'm absolutely fine with him." Stretching out his hands, showing that if there were none less than him, he was fine.
Abdi shook his head while smiling sideways. "It's not okay, Leen. A good guy, will ask permission to the girl's parents if they want to take his son out, not jump the cats."
"Di, latte one," Delon's shout made Abdi cluck in annoyance. Why should there be a buyer when the chat with Ayleen is not finished. But they're both baristas, decker workplaces. Maybe later he can continue to talk to Ayleen.
"Ok, wait a minute." Shouted Abdi while raising his hand. "Yes, you changed your clothes there." Abdi was forced to leave Ayleen, walking quickly to his workplace.
Ayleen stared at Abdi's back which was moving away. The relationship between him and Ibra, sooner or later will be discovered. Their love is sweet. I don't think he could have been if all this new beginning had to end. He was afraid that his family was against his relationship with Ibra, he did not want a new love blooming, and the beauty of it had to be faced with a storm.
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Ayleen was made all day. His last chat with Ibra was about 3 hours ago, after which, the guy's phone was hard to contact. Dichat was not bales, the phone was not picked up. He looked at the clock on the wall. It's 11 in the night. He doesn't know what time Ibra will start eight, which is definitely tonight.
"What the hell, Leen," said Delon in front of the bar table. Put a cup of coffee there. "You're wrong to make a mess." The guy's face looked irritated because just now, he was scolded by the customer.
Ayleen watched the note in front of him. He immediately let out a heavy breath because it was wrong.
"Focus, Leen," Abdi said. "Let me make it the new Lon." Delon nodded and left.
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Hearing the sound of a notification from her phone, Ayleen hurriedly looked. Hoping if it was a message from Ibra, unfortunately not, but instead a message from an unknown number.
[Thank you, tonight I've been ngijinin Ibra to be my one night boyfriend ]
In addition, there is a photo of the Princess being with the Joker children, including Ibra.
Ayleen crumpled his apron, his chest tight. Really he was not willing even just tonight, the Princess hugged Ibra and leaned on the boy's shoulder. Although Ibra repeatedly insists that if her love is only for her, but still, she is jealous, she is hurt. Slowly, the clear grains melted through the corners of his eyes.
"Where are you going, Leen?" ask Abdi as Ayleen leaves the coffemaker while removing his apron. Just went to the toilet, maybe now to the toilet again?