The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 21: Another Taste.

Sakha like never realized, that it turns out, the eyes of the eagle always keep an eye on the movements of the girl who had only been a few days into her co-worker. Increasingly looked, the comfort and charm of the girl continued to tease the young man.

"Hayoo! See what?" A man patted Sakha's shoulder from behind. Then he looked.

"No, look at nothing" Sakha replied.

The man sitting opposite her smiled after tracing something Sakha had seen from earlier.

"Hmmm, Ms. Mesha is beautiful, Kha." Radit's playmate and Sakha's officemate begin to argue about the new employee in their office.

"You fit and fit, hold on, Kha! My son wants two, when you girls don't have one!" chirp Radit again in a soft voice.

"Are you talking about opo to, Dit?"

Sakha started flicking through the file before her again to hide her embarrassment. Radit smiled at his friend's behavior.

***

Mesha got up from his chair, carrying a map to Sakha's desk.

"Mas Sakha .." call Mesha as he stands beside Sakha's desk.

Hearing a familiar voice, Sakha hurriedly turned her head to the source of the voice.

"Yes, what's up, Ma'am?"

Mesha placed a map on Sakha's desk, then pointed to a piece of writing on a piece of paper.

"I'd like to see some preliminary data on this, Mas. Any?"

Sakha began to read the writing, then fell silent for a while like she was remembering something.

"Ah, yes. There are! In the archive room, let me show you, Ma'am." Sakha stood up and walked towards a room not far from where she was sitting. Mesha followed the man.

In the archive room that is not too broad, there are several shelves containing hundreds of maps. The eyes of the Sakha eagle are looking from corner to corner. Then he found a map he was looking for. The man then pulled the map out of its place. However, due to the slightly stronger pull, making a map also attracted and fell, the contents scattered.

Sakha hurriedly squatted down to pick up the scattered map, but at the same time, Mesha did as well. So that accidentally their hands touch. They both pulled their hands.

"Ma—maaf, Ma'am Mesha. I don't mean ...."

Sakha captures a scene, a smooth hand with pliable fingers, and a bead bracelet that circles the wrist. The man's heart was beating even faster.

"It's okay, Mas ... kan almost hit even panjenengan," said Mesha with his distinctive voice.

After the fallen map was returned to its original place, Sakha gave the map she had taken to Mesha.

"This, Ma'am. The data is all here" explained Sakha.

"Thank you, Mas Sakha."

When Mesha was out of the archive room, Sakha stroked her chest which felt like it was about to explode. She smiled at something she felt now.

"Whatever was in that woman, my eyes seemed to be unwilling to escape from her. So did my heart that was beating faster when it was close to him. Am I crazy?" mummy Sakha.

***

Mesha stands on the terrace of the village office. It was time to go home to work, but heavy rain poured into the area non-stop. Hugging her bag, the woman looked at the rain pouring from the roof of the building.

Meanwhile, Sakha looked at Mesha from a distance. To him, the woman before him and the rain was an amazing sight. The man smiled.

Suddenly there was a deafening rumble, instantly, Mesha squatted in fear while covering both ears. Without realizing it, Sakha was moved to approach the woman.

"Mr Mesha, just go in first. The rain is still heavy, the danger is outside" said Sakha.

Mesha raised his head to look at the man standing beside him. With a sense of awkwardness, he stood back up.

"Ta—but, Mas ...."

"Inside there are also many friends who are waiting for the rain to subside, Ma'am. Yuk, in!"

In the end, Mesha followed Sakha's advice. It was true, when the woman went back into the office. Inside there were still some officers chatting.

"Later it was a bit bright, I drove home, Ma'am. Don't worry," Sakha said.

"No, don't bother at all."

"That .. mbokyao Mbak Mesha is made in this drink, Kha. This rain is good to drink that's a drag." Radit's voice sounded like Sakha's teasing.

"Eh, no .. No need, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

"Don't hesitate, Ms. Mesha." Sakha walks towards a table where there is a water dispenser and a variety of instant coffee and tea.

"Just me, Mas. Do you want coffee or tea?" tawar Mesha's.

After two cups of black coffee were brewed, Mesha gave one other cup to Sakha. Slowly the man sipped his coffee.

"Kok, can you fit a gini?" mummy Sakha.

"Why, Mas?"

"Eh, it's okay."

Mesha's facial expression was so calm, different from Sakha's. He looks like a misbehavior, making his other coworkers smile while looking at each other.

Mesha joined the others in chatting casually, until the rain began to subside. Then the woman glanced at the wall clock in the room.

"The rain has begun to subside and the day is getting late, the better I say first Ma'am, Mas," said Mesha politely.

"Tu—wait, I'll drop you, Ma'am." Sakha offered her services again.

Mesha.

After picking up her bike from the parking lot, Sakha stopped right in front of Mesha standing up. With a signal, he asked the woman to sit in the back seat.

With Mesha's instructions, it did not take long, the motor made by the sunrise country they were riding had stopped in front of Mesha's house.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I said yes, immediately" said Sakha.

"Yes, Mas. Thanks yeah!" Mesha nodded politely with a smile then waved his hand.

Mesha entered the house when Sakha's motorbike was not seen.

"Who's that, Nduk?" Mesha was surprised, when he opened the door, Mayang was already standing before him with a curious face.

"That's my coworker, Mom."

"Oooh .. yes, you've been change your clothes, you'll catch a cold you know, Nduk."

"Yes, Mom."

Mesha walked to his room, then went to take a bath. After finishing his bath and changing his clothes, he sat in the living room reading a problem. Mayang approached his daughter and sat down next to Mesha.

"Mommy hasn't come home yet, Mom?"

"Yes, he said there was overtime."

"Mother was worried, Nduk. It's raining, you haven't come home. Where your father can't pick you up. I'm relieved to know that someone wants you home."

"Yes, Mom. I was going straight home, but it was prevented by my office friends, Mom."

"Thank God. Do you feel right there?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Well, I'll cook for dinner first, if so."

"I'm helping, Mom?"

***

Meanwhile, in a house in the classic style, in a room, lay a man who constantly smiled. His heart was warm while chatting briefly on the way home earlier.

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