The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Foreign Woman

Arjuna almost squeezed the papers in front of him. If only Dika had not prevented it. How not? It was written in the resignation letter that Meysa's reason was to get married in her grandmother's hometown.

Arjuna's heart felt pierced by thousands of needles. A sense of tightness also clumped in his chest. His blood is beating violently. His feet were itching to kick at whatever table was in front of him.

"Tenenangin yourself lo. Don't you know what whining we get in all this?" misik Dika reminded while tightly grasping Arjuna's arm that hardened because of clenching.

Yes, it is privacy. HRD can not give it carelessly. But for many reasons, and all persuasions Arjuna also Dika finally can get the documents belonging to Meysa.

Arjuna's molars tightened, his gaze full of anger. I was also observing those files. Then took his phone, aiming at the camera on one of those sheets of paper.

Afraid Arjuna could not hold back his anger any longer, Dika also immediately cleared a recalcitrant file belonging to Meysa. Then return it to HRD.

"Thank you very much for your help" said Dika, laying on the table.

"I hope this is the first and last time" one of the HRDs replied.

Dika nodded then sauntered away. He came back to Arjuna who was still warming up.

"Come," asked Sara to pull Arjuna's arm.

The man was still unmoved, unwilling to get out of his seat. "Gue already got the address," explained Dika.

Hearing him, Arjuna stood up for a moment. His mind was unable to think clearly. Only emotions rule him at this moment.

Arriving at the car, Dika sent the results of his shots to Arjuna number. "I sent you his address. I want to go home, enter at 2," muttered Dika annoyed to start the engine of his car.

Arjuna was still silent, the trip was inversely proportional when leaving earlier. Dika finally chose to play music in his car.

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The sky is dark now. The sun was setting again in the contest. Ziya is allowed to work but cannot exceed Maghrib time. If breaking, his mother would be lecturing a full day and night.

"Turn back first yes all, later the mother is angry," said Ziya to all her friends.

"Zii, wait!" Farid's shout made him stop his steps.

Ziya raised both eyebrows. As if asking, "What's wrong?"

Farid half ran up to him. "What night?" tanyakanya. He had not received a satisfactory answer.

"The others? I ngikut aja. Someone will pick you up. Yes, I'll tell you later. I'll go back first. Assalamualaikum!" ziya shouted out quickly.

"Waalaikumsalam" said Farid slowly.

Ziya was riding his motorbike at medium speed. Arriving at the courtyard of the house, Ziya parked her motorbike and breezed in.

In the living room, he discovers his family has started a dinner without him. His gaze was pointing at the clock on the wall. Still showing at 18:30.

"Kok tumben them dinner without me? Uh uh who's the one?" muttered Ziya slowly.

Curious, he rushed in. Snatched the fried chicken and devoured it while standing up.

"Ziya! No greeting no sound playing nyelonong!" exclaim Mother angry.

"Hehe .. forgive your beautiful son, ma'am. Assalamualaikum," said Ziya slowly pulled his mother's right hand.

"Waalaikumsalam," they said simultaneously. Except for the woman sitting next to Rio. Just gave a smile and nodded when he saw Ziya.

"Zi! So dirty. Take a shower there! Salad keeps eating. Lots of germs on your hands!" gerutu Rio's.

Ziya was just grinning. Instead of obeying the brother's words, instead landed the body next to his mother. Dealing with a foreign woman he just saw.

"Son's sister Rio's sister, huh?" shoot Ziya raise his eyebrows staring at the woman with a smile.

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