The Perfectionist 2: Aerospace

Meet Again

"Sir, I feel that the bummer artist again has a problem deh." Tia whispered to Hendra who was sitting side by side.

"Yes, Dek, now this is the problem. He's got to be responsible for four motors at once." Sahut Hendra with a smile.

"Ih not Kak, there's more ...."

"Don't sotoy ah, it's just so this. The important thing is that his problem to our bike is quickly resolved. We should now put your application file in Erlangga's company."

Tia fell silent, she did not want to talk much first because the situation was not possible.

Ilona, meanwhile, appeared to be calling someone with her phone, away from people sitting waiting for her bike to be repaired.

After she finished calling, Ilona sat on a chair opposite Tia but about five meters away.

Tia occasionally stole a glance towards Ilona who looked riled up. He always changed his sitting position and often looked at the phone screen to see the clock.

Twenty-five minutes later came a car and stopped in front of the workshop. The look on Ilona's face that seemed agitated changed suddenly. He quickly got up from his seat and walked quickly closer to the car.

"Ah, finally arrived!!" Said Ilona, girang.

There was a man with a fat body and a slightly bald head coming out of the car in black, while another man came out of the right door of the car.

Netra Tia was stunned at the figure who had just walked out of the right door of the car. Looks a handsome young man with black eyes, white hat, wearing a denim shirt combined with white trousers, and famous brand shoes with a cool model.

"That's ... that guy ...." Chirps Tia, wiry.

"Why Deck?" Ask Hendra, astonished.

"That's the guy I told you about when his car crashed on my bike at the time, brother."

Hendra looked at the man his sister meant.

I'm not a stranger to that guy, but .... Inner Hendra.

"Which motor should you take care of?" Ask a rather plontos man who is none other than Om Bono to Ilona.

"It's Om, everybody. Can you please handle it here? Let me go home and get ready for the show?" Sahut Ilona while pointing at four motorcycles that are lined up and are being handled by mechanics.

"Yes, you have come home with me, let Om wait here and take care of the payment." Said Om Bono.

Igan looked around and the people who were waiting there, then his gaze stopped when he saw the figure of Tia among the people.

That girl who never accidentally hit my car, did she get hit by Lona too? Inner Igan wondered.

Unexpectedly, Igan also slowly stepped closer to Tia. Tia looked at Igan with worry.

What did he do here? Would you like to ask for compensation for the car at that time? Could be so bad! Inner Tia, was-was.

"You were the one at that time ....?" Igan asked when he was right standing in front of Tia.

"I-iya Mas, but I have no money to pay for the damage to his car. I was just about to apply for a job, but there was this incident. Sorry, Mom?" Tia Sahut, Tia,

Seeing her sister look anxious made Hendra immediately stand up.

"Indeed, the car's badly damaged, Mas?" Ask Hendra.

Igan turned towards Hendra, his heart wondering.

Who's the guy, what's his girlfriend?

"Oh, no Mas. My car just scratched a little, no problem." Igan said with a smile.

"That means no compensation?" Tanya Hendra wanted to make it clear.

"No, no need." Igan Sahut.

"Sir! Yuk Anterin I'm back?" Take Ilona to Igan in a loud voice making all eyes point at her.

"Whoa? Hmm .. sorry, is this Mas Igan Erlangga?" Ask Hendra.

Igan turned to Hendra and replied, "Yes, I am Igan. Why, Mas?"

"Yes, obviously you're familiar with Igan, she's famous, artist!" Seloroh Ilona who had walked up to them.

"Yes, I know too. But I pangling see Mas Igan looks different." Hendra Sahut.

"Did this Mas work in my father's office?" Ask Igan.

"Yes, I'm a security guard."

"Oh, just a security guard?" Chirps Ilona, nyinyir.

"Whose name, Mom?" Ask Igan without caring about Ilona's speech.

"I'm Hendra, Mas. This is my sister, Tia."

Igan turned to look at Tia and smiled.

Oh, her name is Tia. Thankfully, they were just brothers. Inner Igan.

"You brother sister? How are they not similar?" Ask Ilona.

"Indeed, can't if brother sister continues not to look alike? Yuk, did you say you wanted to go back?" Igan then took him away from there.

"Come on, I'll take you back." Ilona replied, annoyed.

"You wait in the car first, okay?" Pinta Igan on Ilona.

"Don't you take it long?" Said Ilona then he moved after Igan nodded.

"Hmmm ... You said you wanted to apply for work, where?" Ask Tia.

Tia was stunned to hear Igan's question which seemed attentive to her.

"In the company of Erlangga, Mas." Sahut Hendra, while Tia was still stunned to see Igan.

"Oh so? I hope it's acceptable there." Said Igan.

They were shocked when they heard the sound of horns many times from Ilona's car.

"Had been called his girlfriend, Mom." Hendra.

"No, she's not my girlfriend. Yes, I'm going first. Tia, goodluck yeah later!" Saying with a smile.

"Yes, thank you, Igan." Tia said, timid.

Igan rushed towards Ilona's car where the girl was already waiting for him in annoyance.

"And I told you not to stay long!" Welcomed Ilona very tightly when Igan entered the car.

Igan just sighed without poking at him, but it made him even more upset because he felt indifferent.

"You know why the hell if again the same girl must be my bitch? we're duet partners, should keep the feeling closer, it also affects our appearance." Ilona.

"Yes I know Lon, we're duet partners. But you also have to know the limits to not be too restrictive of my personal affairs. I'm funny because your talk is outrageous, Lon! You shouldn't talk to anyone else, including them."

"How rough? They are the ones who do it!"

"Have you, you want me to anterin back?"

"Yes, we want a show together later."

"Yes, don't talk about that anymore."

"OK-okay, whatever you want! I have never felt comfortable in this world, no one loves me! I hate everything, I hate it!!!" Shouted Ilona full of emotions.

Igan fell silent then looked at Ilona in surprise.

This is a girl why the hell, how do you know hysterical? Inner Igan wondered.

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