The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 59: The Liver Test

Mesha gave his greetings when he arrived at his house. His face looks so gloomy. Until his mother looked at him questioningly. He took a glass and poured water into it. Spend his drink in one go. Then go into the room.

"Are you okay, Nduk? How lethargic is that?" Mayang followed his daughter to the room.

"It's okay, Mom. Echa's just tired."

"Oh, yes, I have. Rest first."

Mayang left Mesha's room after he told the princess to quickly take a bath.

Mesha sighed, he inched up from his bed. The shadow of Zayan smiled, dancing in his eyes. He remembered the bracelet that the man had given him. Look for that thing anywhere.

Finally, the thing Mesha was looking for, had already met in her dresser drawer. He looked at the bracelet with a glare.

"Why am I wearing this stuff again? Zay's been with another girl." Mesha felt heartbroken and put the item back into the drawer. Then get up, walk outside. For Shower.

After finishing cleaning himself, adzan maghrib reverberated. Mesha grabbed his face and began to worship. He wept, shedding all sorrow in his long prayer. He did not leave the room until dinner arrived.

Mayang was worried, he knocked on the door of Mesha's room. He opened it after his tap there was no answer. The woman was shocked when her daughter lay still wearing a face. The eyes of the young woman were closed.

"Sir, Cha! You why? You got nothing?"

Mesha opened his eyes, then sat down.

"It's okay, Mom. Echa is tired and sleepy. I fell asleep at prayer 'isya."

"Oh, Nduk. I'm shocked, kirain why-why. Yeah, dinner's over there!"

The rice in Mesha's mouth, tasted bland to him. He has lost his appetite. His broken heart made the woman shaken deeply. However, inevitably, he must still work in Sri's stall as promised.

"Sir, what exactly are you? Keep quiet, keep suddenly deflating. Is there a problem with the job at the stall. You move, you don't have to work there. Not much either."

"Sir, Mum. There's nothing. Really am. Echa doesn't want to stop working at Bu Sri's shop, Mom. He has helped. Echa can't just leave."

"Oh, yes, that's it.

The next day, Mesha was shocked when he had just arrived at the stall. Zayan was already sitting inside the stall. The woman's eyes were fixed on the rolled up sleeves of the shirt. The bracelet is still there. The same bracelet as his. His heart slipped as he remembered the woman who sat before the man yesterday.

"Eh, just arrived, Ma'am?" Zayan tries to why the new Mesha came.

Without saying anything, Mesha nodded politely in response to the greeting. Then, he walked quickly, entering the kitchen.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm bad luck" Mesha said when he saw Sri carrying Zayan's order. He hurriedly avoided. No more dealing with that guy. "I'll go to the bathroom first, Mom. Kebelet" he continued without hearing Sri's answer.

Sri shook her head, smiling. Just this time, his adopted son refused to deliver the order.

From a distance, Mesha looked at Zayan who was seen smiling while talking to Sri. Meanwhile, Zayan feels that he is being watched. He looked around, and found a beautiful face looking at him. The man smiled.

Mesha gasped as he looked at Zayan. Although that smile made his heartbeat race, but he was tired of being tormented. Until the young man came out of the stall, he was still hiding.

In the second attempt, Mesha had to deliver the orders of the Swarga Bentala group employees as usual. He constantly patted his own chest. Strengthen oneself. Unfortunately, the man also ordered lunch.

"No need, Mas. Let me bring it all myself." Mesha tried to make his voice flat.

"Nothing, Mr. Zul might not mind, I help him a lot, really."

"It's okay, really, Mom!"

Mesha was relieved when he got out of the office building earlier. He exhales back and forth.

Meanwhile, Zayan smiled as he recalled the incident during lunch. Hours are over, some employees are home. He decided to stop by Zulkifli's house first. By the time he passed the stall, it was closed. Then, the phone in his pants pocket rang.

"You healthy, Le? When's home?"

"Healthy, Mom. Zay's coming home at the end of the week tomorrow. If there is no obstacle. What's the matter, Mom?"

"Mother's friend has a daughter, pretty and pinter, wants to introduce her to you."

"Mom, Zay told you, Zay already has a loved one. I don't need to find a girl ...."

"Yes, yeah. I remember, but it was just acquaintances. What's wrong, Zay?"

"Yes, mom, yeah. Zay try."

Zayan was upset. This is not the first time, the mother is trying to introduce the girl to her. Maybe he could put his heart on another girl. He had been waiting when he met the two-pointed little girl he liked.

"Where are you really?" mumbling Zay.

However, on the other hand, he is slightly interested in Zulkifli's adopted daughter. The beauty of the face and the smile of the girl, began to decorate her nights. Zayan continued to pray to ask the Lord, so that his eyes and heart would be more awake.

Zayan arrived home, just after Arsyanendra had returned from his spiritual journey. Pilgrimage to the tombs of the guardians and clerics. The man greeted his Mbahkung with joy.

"Bahkung's healthy?"

"Yes, of course. Alhamdulillahot. What are you, Le?"

"Thank God, Mbahkung. Oh, aye. At the end of the week, Zay goes home to his mother, Mbah. Does Mbahkung want to come?"

"Yes, nothing. I miss both of your parents too. Yes already, I want to clean up continue praying isya. Did you eat?"

"Already, Mbahkung."

Zayan sat at the window, looking at the almost perfectly round moon. In his hand, a cup of coffee still reflected the steam. He blinked both eyes when he saw the shadow of the face of Sri stall maid plastered on the surface of the moon.

"Why the hell, my eyes?" Zayan rubbed his eyes with his hands, instantly the bracelet in his hand made him remember about something. "Then? What if I really fell in love with that woman and left the girl with the same bracelet as mine?" continued.

Zayan did not want to complain about the girl, but the shadow of the woman named Indy always bothered him. Like it was everywhere. After taking a sip of his coffee, the man hurried to take ablution. I hope that shadow disappears from his mind.

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