The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 44: Uncertain Feelings

Zayan stood a little longer than his usual days at the bus stop. The sky above him began to look dark, covered in cloudiness. The man kept checking the movement of the clock on the circular watch on his wrist. A car stopped right in front of him.

"Mas Zay?" call a girl from behind the car window.

Zayan narrowed his eyes, focusing his gaze on the figure. He recognized the face, but he forgot the name.

"Eh, you?"

The man nodded politely as he looked at the middle-aged couple sitting in the front seat.

Grisa got out of the car, walked up to Zayan.

"It turns out Mas Zay interns near here? Just leaving?"

"Emmm .. yes, that's ...."

"You're the same as me, Mom. Who knows we're in the same direction."

"It's okay?"

"Yes, come along, Le. It still fits, huh." The graceful woman sitting next to the wheel, Maryam, supported her daughter's offer to Zayan.

"Mas Zay interns in which office?"

"Swarga group's head."

"Oh, that. We're going through there, Mom. Come on, guys!" Grisa hugged the arm and held Zayan's hand without hesitation.

With clumsy steps, Zayan walked closer to the silver-colored car. His hands stretched out to open the door. At the same time, Grisa did the same. Of course, the hands of the two of them touched in a flash.

"Sorry," said Zayan, quickly pulling his hand.

"It's okay, Mum."

Zayan was already sitting on the back bench with Grisa. He was silent, awkward.

"Le, good guy. You're the same campus as Grisa, to? What familiar know?" Maryam tried to melt the atmosphere.

"That's ...."

"Not too familiar, Mom. Kan Mas Zay Grisa's. Different majors, only one faculty. Yeah, right, Mas?" Grisa just snatched, the mother said.

Zayan feels bad, he just found out if the name of the girl who offered the ride, Grisa.

"Y-yes, Mom. Like those. By the way, where is this going? How to wear clothes ...."

It felt like Zayan was throwing his own head at the car door. He felt ridiculous asking like that. Though his intention, just want to familiarize themselves.

"Oh, here. We're going to a relative's wedding, Le." Wiryawan, who had been silent, began to talk.

"Sorry, I'm presumptuous."

"It's okay, Le. Just relax. Swarga's bentala, huh? I also had a son who worked there. He has become deputy director. But unfortunately ...."

"Why, Sir?"

"Mas Gi is gone, Mas" said Grisa.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay."

The chatter began to flow familiarly among the four people. Starting from casual chatter to political issues that are warm. Wiryawan felt like he was rediscovering his son.

Shortly after, the car pulled over and stopped.

"Hopefully it's too late, Le. That's his office, right?"

"Corn, Sir. Thank you for giving me a ride."

"When, play home, Le."

"Ready, Sir!"

Zayan waved his hand as the European manufacturer's car drove back. Meanwhile, in the car, the conversation continued.

"You weren't polite, Nduk. Play clapping boys' hands carelessly."

"Sorry, Mom. Khilaf gris. Mas Zay it's not a random man, ma'am."

"Mother doesn't like mother's daughter, just sitting around like that. Don't repeat!"

"Corn, Grand Empress Dowager."

Grisa felt like she didn't feel guilty.

"Tuh, Sir! Our girl's like she's been swirling with boys."

"Law to, Mom. Grisa is also starting to grow up. His age. Even though his behavior is still like a child."

"ah! Same mom as Grisa!"

Grisa's cheeks warmed up as her parents teased Zayan. The girl did indeed hold a taste for her elder sister.

Zayan reached his desk before his co-workers arrived. He rolled up his long-sleeved shirt, then picked up some paper splattered on the floor.

"Not to be cleaned, Mom. Let me just. Last night it seemed like someone was overtime, I haven't had time to clean up this morning." A middle-aged man dressed in an Office Boy uniform stopped his activities. The broom and mop are in both hands.

Zayan smiled, then continued picking up the trash.

"It's okay, sir. I'm used to cleaning up too."

The middle-aged man just now felt a salute to the young man before him. Although the appearance is neat, but he does not hesitate to pick up the scattered garbage. He rushed over and helped Zayan.

A cup of coffee was delivered by the office boy to Zayan's desk.

"I didn't order coffee, sir."

"This I made for the Masnya."

"Well, thank you, Mr ...!" Zayan glanced at the name embroidered on the chest, the uniform the person was wearing. "Sir Zulkifli" he continued.

"Yes, Mas. Equally, these people call me 'Pak Zul'."

"Oh, so. Yes, Mr. Zul, thanks again for the coffee." Zayan smiled politely.

His co-workers had just arrived when Zulkifli passed away. Zayan stood up and greeted them as usual.

While sitting down, accidentally, Zayan's elbow nudged a cup filled with coffee. He stood back up and hurriedly cleaned up the wet maps exposed to the black liquid.

"Duh, so reckless, me!" grunts with a soft voice.

Zayan felt bad. After clearing up the small mess earlier, he walked towards the men's toilet. Removing shiny black flat objects. He pressed a number.

After knowing that his grandfather was fine, Zayan was relieved. He stroked his own chest.

"Actually, what's going to happen?" muttered.

***

The sky that had been bright, suddenly dark was covered in cloudy clouds. Mayang and Bagas worried if heavy rain. The bridegroom and besan have not arrived. It's no different than Mesha. He constantly looked out the window, while Zafia calmed him down.

"Why is this so, anyway? I'm scared, Fia ...."

"Fear why, Sha?"

"Mas Sakha and the troupe haven't arrived yet. It's like this."

"Want me to call again?"

"Have you called?"

"Udah, Sha. But not picked up, Bude's number too. Yuyum too."

Mesha plays his fingers. He was really feeling tormented with his mind starting to go everywhere. Anxiety and worry, like pressing on his chest. The woman inhaled many times, like she was almost out of air.

Suddenly, there was the sound of Gending welcoming guests. Mesha stroked his chest, relieved. He smiles.

"They've come, haven't they, Fia?"

Zafia walked out of the room. Ask someone passing in front of him. Then enter again.

"Yes, Sha. Already come. The Penghulu is ready too. I told you, no need to worry."

"helo! Helo!" A sweet face, appeared from the direction of Mesha's room door.

Mesha and Zafia, gawking simultaneously, do not believe what he sees. One thing they recognized, the round fan that was in the girl's hand.

"Why then? I think I see a ghost!" The pink girl walked, walking like a model.

"Yuyum?" mesha and Zafia are together.

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