The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 67: The Feelings that Blink

Sri was confused when she saw Mesha who returned with a haggard face and eyes. The woman approached the young woman who was sitting with her hands covering her face.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you go home, it's okay, Nduk."

Mesha lowered his hand, rubbing his face quickly.

"Sir, Mum. I'm all right. Just a little emotional."

"All right, to?"

Mesha nodded deeply.

Sri sighed, as she watched Mesha pass. Worried about the state of his adopted daughter's heart. But he felt he could not do much.

At home, Arsyanendra Nirwasita's arrival. Two other friends of the world were talking casually.

"How are you doing?"

"I've done nothing. Wild moss can't make me sick." Arsyanendra laughs.

Nirwasita breathed a hard breath.

"The boy is wandering again in the human world."

"Who?"

"Caraka. I'm afraid he'll do something bad again. Killing innocent people for his will."

"I'm sure you can handle that, Nirwasita."

"I hope. I'm not as strong as I used to be. Do I have to equip Zayan? Just in case."

Arsyanendra. The man thought hard. He couldn't just risk the life of his only grandson. However, he understood, his grandson's destiny was tied to it from the beginning.

"I can't seem to. We don't know what the boy wants. It's good you asked Zayan directly."

"alright. Keep in mind, I made those twin bracelets not without purpose."

"Yes, I remember. That thing will also be his support."

"Yes. Then, rest. I want to meditate for a while in my nature. If you need anything, call me."

Arsyanendra laughed.

"All right, all right."

After Nirwasita left, Arsyanendra fell silent. Thinks. He wanted to know the progress of his grandson. Zayan has managed to find the girl who became his destiny.

The next day, before leaving for work, Zayan rubbed the paving in his grandfather's yard. Some of the people who passed by the street in front of the house greeted him. Arsyanendra was intent on helping, but Zayan refused, telling the twilight man to sit on the porch.

After the yard cleaning work was done, Zayan sat on the terrace floor. The cup of coffee in his hand was cut off.

"So, what, Le?"

"What is Mbahkung?"

"The little girl ...."

Zayan let out a loud breath.

"Zay found it, Mbahkung."

Arsyanendra.

"really?"

"Yes, Mbahkung. Zay didn't recognize him because he didn't wear the bracelet. Echa rejected me, Mbahkung.

Arsyanendra biting her lips held back a laugh. Just this time, he saw his grandson's strange expression.

"Well! Continue how? Want to give up?"

"Who said, Mbahkung? Zay's been looking for it for years, right?"

"Good! But, is she pretty?"

"Of course, Mbahkung! Don't underestimate Zay's taste!"

Arsyanendra could no longer hold back his laughter.

"Alright, alright! It's noon, you're going to the office, Le?"

"Yes, Mbahkung. Zay get ready first."

Elsewhere, Mesha sat in his motorcycle seat. Daydreamed. He was worried whether he should go to the shop or not. Yesterday's incident, made him worry that Zayan would be reckless again.

Mesha shook his head hard.

"But if I don't leave, said Ms. Sri. Definitely hassles. How else would you like?"

"Yes, Mom. It's about to go."

"Your face looks pale, you're sick, Nduk?"

"No, really, Mom. Then Echa goes first."

Arriving at the stall, Mesha worked as usual. Serving orders and delivering food with a smile. Like nothing happened before. But, arrive at lunch. His body trembled, Zayan entered the stall and sat down. Then order food.

Mesha is upset, of course. He looked, looking for Sri. She is also busy serving customers.

"Duh! How'this?"

Forcibly, Mesha walked over to the table where Zayan was. She took a deep breath and tried to be as professional as possible. But, beyond a doubt. The object of a fist inside his chest cavity thumped even tighter as the young man, smiling.

"What message do you want?" asked Mesha, flat, expressionless.

"Don't order anything. Just wanna see you, Cha."

"If you don't want to order anything, don't come here!"

Zayan smiled broadly.

"knows no? You're so sweet if you're so."

"Don't fuck around! Cepet order! I'm also serving other customers."

"Yes, yeah. I ordered as usual. If you can .. plus your sweet smile."

Mesha widened his eyes, glaring, trying to look annoying in front of Zayan.

"Whatever!" concluded.

A few minutes later, Mesha delivered Zayan's order.

"Wouldn't come with me to eat, Cha?"

"I'm sorry, dear customer. My job is to record orders, deliver food. No accompanying customers to eat!"

Zayan laughing.

"Garak very!"

He smiled at the two young men from a distance. Mesha's attitude was read by him. Although judes and throwing annoying sentences, he was sure, it was inversely proportional to the contents of his daughter's heart. Zulkifli, who had just come to pick up the order of Swarga Bentala's employee, walked over to his wife.

"Why smile, Mom?"

"No, look, sir!" Sri moved her head, gesturing.

In the days that followed, Zayan kept coming. Even the man did not hesitate to help bring orders when many customers at lunchtime. Mesha was still being tough, even though Zayan kept trying to take his heart.

Grisa comes to Swarga Bentala's office, intending to take Zayan out to lunch. However, the girl was unable to find the person she was looking for. Coincidentally, he runs into Zulkifli and asks where Zayan is.

"Oh, Mas Zay at the diner, Ma'am. The place."

"Oh, so. Thank you, sir."

Grisa rushed after Zayan at the food stall. The beautiful girl's steps stopped at the door, when she saw the man she was looking for, wearing an apron, rolled up sleeves and a tray of food in both hands. He smiled when he saw Mesha. Sometimes he laughed at the woman's words.

There was a feeling of pain in Grisa's chest upon seeing the sight. He turned around, to leave, but Zayan called him.

"Grisa!"

Inevitably, the girl stopped walking away. With an awkward smile, he walked into the stall.

"Want lunch?" ask Zayan.

"Lho, you know each other?" Mesha approached when he heard Zayan mention someone's name.

"That's .. yes, Ms. Mesha."

"Sit, Gris. What do you want to order?" ask Mesha.

"As usual, Ma'am."

Grisa looked at Zayan who was happily serving the customers. Until the man sat in front of him with his order.

"Mas Zay what's a gini?"

"Oh, this? I just want to help. Ye know? I've found the woman I've been looking for, Gris."

Zayan looked at Mesha with a hopeful look. His expression was caught by Grisa's eyes. The girl felt burning. The heat burned his heart. During the meal, he held everything. However, when Zayan said goodbye to return to work. Grisa called for Mesha.

"Mr Mesha, I want to talk!"

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