The soul mate YOU sent

Chapter 12 Try to get to know

After almost an hour of accompanying the mother chat with Mas Zaky, until had to move to the terrace because the heat of the sun was getting stinging. We finally said goodbye after Mas Zaky got a call on his phone. We walked to his car parked outside the fence. He reasoned not to bother going in and out of the yard, so he parked on the side of the road.

When he got to the car, he opened the rear passenger door and let me in. I frowned confusedly, but did not refute and immediately sat quietly. A moment later he was already sitting behind the wheel and started running his car. Could someone come with us? Why do I have to sit in the back seat? It looks like a driver and a passenger. I just kept quiet with my thoughts, not daring to speak.

But after almost thirty minutes there was no sign of any other passengers, and we kept quiet without anyone talking. I finally opened my voice. "Where are we going?"

"You brought me to my business first yo, maeng ono phone, there was a little problem in the office. Only after I let us walk" he said, occasionally turning to me.

"Can. Is Mas Zaky an opo business?

"I opened the convection, not too long ago about three months, small-scale isek. I just pushed Cairo back" he explained.

"Great mas, wes nduwe own business. Continue the efforts of parents mas, do not ono seng rewangi?"((wow great, I already have my own business. Continuing the efforts of the old man mas, no one helped?), I said as I looked around. Oh, I know the area here.

"Ono masku seng bantu."(there is my mas who helps.), he replied while looking ahead, in my direction.

"Mas Zaky how many brothers emange?", asked me interested.

"I'm three brothers. Ono masku namae Khaidar, kept me number two, the youngest female, namae Hafizah.", he replied and once again turned his head towards me. I'm so excited to see it!

"How come I'm sitting'e behind se?, so feel my driver lo.", I finally asked too right. After that I was anxious to see him often look back, as well as curious about the reason for putting me in the back seat.

"Gak po-po kok if in a driver, do not mind the beautiful person.", he replied while grinning.

Deg.

Even when he was grinning, he looked very handsome. I feel my cheeks are heating up. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head strongly to clear my mind.

"Oh, grandma opo? you sick? Opo nauseous? Arep stuck in the cage?"((eh why? you sick? what nausea? want to stop first?), he asked looking worried when he saw me shake my head. He even slowed down his car.

"no, I don't po-po" I replied quickly, smiling to reassure him.

After being sure I was okay, Mas Zaky started to increase the speed of his car.

I went back to my previous question. "What the hell mas, why am I sitting'e in the back? Mas Zaky will bee look around while talking. The danger is that if you look back again."

"You really want to know?", he asked in a more serious tone. I nodded my head in response.

"So gini, I was taught that women are the same men who are not makhrom should not be alone in a distance of less than three meters, let alone close. Since now we are in the car and it is impossible to take three meters away then I have you sit in the back seat." It is serious.

I kept quiet about what he said. Hmm, what are the two roads for then? There is a strange feeling in my heart. Butwhat? I don't know. I just looked out the window after that. The atmosphere turned awkward because I didn't give any response. But before, our conversation was flowing smoothly. Perhaps this was why he did not want to explain from the beginning. Because I know the mood will be awkward.

"You're offended. Nia?", after more than five minutes Mas Damar broke the silence.

Deg.

Aq immediately turned away from the window and looked towards him dislikefully. No, don't call Nia aq, I don't like. That call is only Mas Damar who can call her.

"Call Tania aja mas, I don't like to be called Nia.", sounds obvious dislike of my tone.

"No, I don't like ae" I looked out the window again.

Because of that call, now my mind goes back to Mas Damar. What the hell am I doing? Girlfriend is missing, instead of looking for a way with other men. Is my decision right? Why doubt again?.

I was too late in my own thoughts, not realizing that the car was slowing down and finally stopping. The call from him roused me from daydreams. "Tania, yok mudun."(Tania, let's go down), she said softly like there was never a new tension between us.

"Oh, I'm doing tah?"(oh, I'm coming down?), I asked as he started stepping out of the car.

"I wouldn't want to suwe no business neng njero. Instead of you kneading suwe neng car, come down ae come on."(i don't know whether it will be long or not his business inside. Instead of you waiting a long time in the car, let's just come down), he replied when opening the rear seat car door for me.

We entered in the shop-shop area. Walk through several shophouses before finally arriving at where his business operates. Four shop units made one. The room is quite spacious. I see every room there are ten sewing machines that are being operated by employees. "Well, this is sitting gold-owned children, large until use four units." (wah, this is not a small mas, large to use four units.), I was amazed when I saw the place.

"Hehe..bisae rent this shophouse, push iso rent a bigger zinc building."(he.he..can he rent this shophouse, belom can rent a bigger building), he responded with a smile. It was obvious that there was pride in his gaze to his employees. "You if you want to look around, I'm so excited about business. Or arep waiting for me? Cooing a look together.", he asked as we began to step inside.

"I'm waiting here ae mas, I'll have a look around.". I saw a row of stanles benches, I stepped in that direction.

"Hmm ok, I checked the problem first yo.", she passed away.

It's been almost thirty minutes, Mas Zaky is invisible though. I just spent my time observing the convection workers who were not stopping to struggle with sewing machines, or just playing mobile phones. This is so ta'aruf isn't it? I looked to the right and left, getting bored. Kebelet peed too. Where is the toilet? After looking around and not looking like a toilet, I decided to ask one of the employees. I walked over to a woman wearing a hijab and round glasses. It doesn't seem so old from my age.

"Mbak napunten, toilet ten puri ngggeh?" (sorry mom, where is the toilet?), ask me when I get to the desk.

After getting an explanation of where the toilet was, I immediately passed towards the toilet. The toilet is on the second floor. Women's toilet. Hmm it turns out Mas Zaky also prioritizes privacy. I salute him. When I came out of the toilet area I caught a glimpse of Mas Zaky in the room at the very end of the second floor. Well too bored if you have to go down and wait for him again. It might not matter if I approach him. After all I'll just look, it's impossible to disturb right?

I had not been able to enter the room, Mas Zaky's voice sounded like explaining something. "Gini loh mas, kan wes did not explain the waist circumference, chest circumference, elbow pelvis circumference every size plus four inches. Isn't the size of the patent'e wes not handed over to the mas anyway? Cook still biso wrong anyway?", his voice still sounded calm but from his decisiveness it sounded that he was angry.

Maybe it's not the right time to approach him. Just as I was about to turn away from the door of the room, a voice that was now familiar to me was heard calling. "Tan? Tanias. How about kene? ngrekok'i me?"((Tania. What's here? looking for me?), he asked as he approached me to stand up.

"Hehe.no really. The toilet teapot bar keeps a look at Mas Zaky. The plan will not be samperin but I hear lek mas Zaky again angry.", I replied while grinning to eliminate awkwardness for accidentally eavesdropping.

"Haha.got angry, just yeah. Mlebu kene, wait for neng kene ae to be finished again."(come in here, wait here just a moment to finish), no more anger in his tone.

I followed him in, and sat down on one of the chairs near the window. Not while I was waiting for him downstairs. Mas Zaky approached me with his trademark smile. A smile featuring rows of white teeth and featuring one dimple on his left cheek. Glug. The sound of me swallowing my saliva sounded very loud, or just my feelings.

"Yok I wes finished, want to look around or go straight to the road?", he asked when he arrived in front of me. I saw the clock on the wall was over eleven o'clock. Maybe there'll be a chance next time to look around here.

"Jalan ae yuk mas, I'm wes laper. Breakfast was setor to the sink because", I said. With a shy smile I stood up from the chair and stepped out of the room.

"Umure Mas Zaky how much?", I asked when we were in the car and started driving on the road.

"Yayan karo museum koyok'e."

"Oh, two nine dong.", I was surprised to hear that. I thought I was the age of Mas Damar. It was only two years older, so it was invisible. But Mas Yayan looks older. Haha.

We talked casually all the way. Our conversation flows like water. Though I am the type of person who can not talk to other people who have just met several times.