The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 53: Not All Men Are Bad

"Pak Zul can come with me for a minute?"

Zayan nodded and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, pleading.

"Where, Mas?"

"Follow me, sir."

Zulkifli put the lap in his hand, then followed the young man in the long-sleeved shirt, walking towards a place. Feeling condolences, while walking in front of an older person, Zayan aligned himself. Sticking on the shoulders gently, arriving at a room.

"Mushola? What's up Zay?" zulkifli asked as he was welcome to sit in front of Zayan.

Zayan tells about the abilities he has. Meanwhile, Zulkifli nodded his head as he listened to the story of the young man before him.

"I chose this place, because it is often used for worship, sir. So, I brought Mr. Zul here."

"meaning?"

"For beings who intend evil with me, can't come here, sir."

"Oh, so. Then, what does the story have to do with me, Mas?"

Zayan smiled, he slightly advanced his face and began to speak by lowering the volume of his voice.

"These few days, Madam Lastri followed me, sir."

Zulkifli was shocked when he heard Zayan mention his son's deceased name. That means, the young man, was not making anything up about his abilities.

"Before, I suppose, Miss Lastri was an employee of this office. I say hello as he sits in the kitchen."

Both Zulkifli's eyes glazed over. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. The old man held his chest, holding back the cries. Subjugate head.

"Is he okay, Mom? Does he need anything? Where is he now, Mas? Duh Gusti, how unfortunate your fate is, Nduk."

Zayan reached out his hand, he gently rubbed Zulkifli's shoulder. Show sympathy and empathy. He waited for the man in front of him, stopped shedding tears.

"Look, Sir. Pastri asked for my help. He wants to talk to Mr. Zul. Does Mr Zul want to see him?"

Zulkifli raised his head, looking at Zayan with an expression of disbelief. But he felt interested in that. Hoping that what had just come out of Zayan's mouth was not a figment.

"If Mr. Zul is willing, meet me in the kitchen after office hours, sir."

"Where might I miss that opportunity Mas Zay?"

"Good, Sir. I wait, yeah. See you later."

Zulkifli began sobbing again, minutes after Zayan had left the room. The old man really never expected to get this chance.

On the other hand, Sri looked at Mesha who looked unusual. Although a smile adorned the young woman's lips, but it looked like it was not from her heart. He's really worried.

Mesha flinched, then quickly stood up as he felt a soft pat on his shoulder. Then he looked.

"Eh, Mommy. What's up?"

"Are you sure you're okay, Nduk?"

"Yes, Mom."

"I see you as if you have a lot of thoughts. Tell me, if it can relieve you, Nduk."

Mesha shook his head, then said, "Right, really, Mom. There's nothing."

Suddenly Sri touched Mesha's forehead with the back of her hand.

"Thank God, it's not hot either."

"Kan, I told you, Mom. I'm fine."

Mesha smiled sincerely, this time. The touch of Sri's hand made her heart a little relieved.

Mesha took a rag, then he started cleaning the tables and chairs. In a moment, the stalls will be crowded with people. Lunch is just a few minutes away.

"If you're tired, just rest, Nduk."

Some people began to arrive, Mesha deftly, serving them. The forced smile, he still did.

As always, the stalls are really crowded during lunchtime. Mesha moves here and there, delivering the ordered food. Suddenly, his hands felt slippery. A glass of iced tea, slid down from his hand. Making everyone inside the stall, look towards him.

"I-I'm sorry for my carelessness!" mesha. Then, he began to shake the broken glass scattered on the floor. He was relieved, the splash of water did not hit anyone, but someone's order was delayed.

Mesha sighed. He walked to the back of the stall, made some more iced tea. Sri who was observing him, immediately followed.

"Let me. You just sit here, Nduk." The woman pulled a plastic stool and brought it closer to Mesha.

"But, Ma'am ...."

"Already, already! Just sit. Your hands don't have broken glass, do they, Nduk?"

Mesha.

Mesha sobbed, covered his face, then cried as necessary. It doesn't feel sad and tight. Sri looked at the woman with pity. He wanted to hug, but he hugged. Just looking and hoping everything is okay. Breathing, heard from his lips.

The atmosphere of the office of the Bentala Swarga Group, in the afternoon, was so quiet. Zayan was already sitting folding his hands in the kitchen. He waited for Zulkifli to finish his work upstairs. The pale-faced girl was already sitting before him. Playing fingers, bowing your head.

A white-clothed grandfather, with hair and beard that were about the same color, just appeared in that kitchen.

"Whose grandfather?" ask Lastri.

Nirwasita smiled, nodding her head.

"He'll help us talk to your father."

"Oh, so."

Nirwasita spoke to Zayan, "I've made a protective dome in this area. Other creatures won't penetrate it, Le. As soon as the man came. I'll be 'doing it' soon'."

A few minutes later, Zulkifli came up with a bucket and a floor mop in his hand. Zayan stood up to greet the man and helped him tidy up the cleaning tools in the corner closet of the room.

Lastri looked at the exhausted father. Zayan felt full. He turned his head towards Nirwasita, but the silver-haired man only smiled and nodded.

"Sir Zul sat down first, sir." Zayan dragged the chair next to him, allowing him to sit down.

Nirwasita gently touched Zayan's wrist, then held it.

"Before, I'm sorry." At the same time, he also held Lastri's hand, on the table. Then Zayan touched the back of Zulkifli's hand.

"Now, call your father, Nduk!" nirwasita.

Zulkifli sobbed when he heard the voice of Lastri calling out to him. For a moment, he could not believe it as he watched his daughter's face return. Even though this time it was so pale.

"Nduk Lastri .. my daughter."

Zulkifli wanted to touch the girl, but only the empty air felt in his hands. The man held his chest, holding tightness due to his longing.

"Mr, I'm sorry Lastri, sir. Until the last moment, Lastri can not make happy mother and father. It makes my mom and dad suffer even more."

"Don't say that, Nduk. Your mother would be so happy to see you again. I'm so grateful to Mas Zay for this. Did you bother him for a few days?"

Lastri smiled.

"Lastri didn't mean to scare Mas Zay, really, sir. Only, a few times Lastri did ask him for help.

Zulkifli.

"There was also Nirwasita's grandfather. Maybe you can't see, but he's the one who caused us to talk like this, sir."

Nirwasita smiled at Lastri.

"Yes, Nduk. Thank you also ..."

"Lastri time isn't much, sir. Lastri wanted to say something to you ...."

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