The Touch of Gendis Love

Picked up Tesla

Gendis has been wearing Surti's clothes back. Now he was just waiting for the appearance of the menor woman.

"Just the accomplishment? overtime?" surti asked who was suddenly behind Gendis.

"Egypt, Ma'am. Oath to Allah, Gendis is not strange." The girl looked very wrong.

"You're weird too no problem, touching Eser Sevket and Ozge Sevket is a therapist's dream. You are lucky on the first day even directly can touch both. How much do they love?" search Surti.

"They didn't say anything, Ma'am," Gendis replied honestly.

"God! Ndis, you're be9o what's plain? why do you think therapists want to massage them? of course because the tips are great. Let alone that Ozge, he's not a macem-macem. It just needs hands and mouth. Yours remains intact, but if he's satisfied, the tips for a month's installment of my car," Surti's cerocos, a little doomed to Gendis' stupidity.

Gendis frowned, still not understanding what Surti was talking about. "Already, Ma. Not a windfall, we're home. Damar has to go to school, Gendis has to go to college. Take care of your college leave first." Gendis pulled Surti's hand from her dressing room.

Passing through the reception desk, which must have changed shifts, Surti and Gendis' steps were stopped by the young woman standing guard there.

"Gendis, huh?" ask the woman named Ninda.

"Yes, Mommy."

"It's a pouch," Ninda gave Gendis two thick brown envelopes.

The girl hesitated to accept, but not with Surti. He snatched it from Ninda's hand.

"Don't forget to share the fortune, Ndis." Ninda smiled at Gendis.

Surti peeked at the contents of the envelope, then smiled faintly, though his face could not hide the terribly happy look. He took three hundred thousand pieces from there, then gave them to Ninda without saying a word.

"Thank you, yeah. Ndis. So often." Ninda immediately folded and put the money in her pocket.

"That's what I'm saying, Nin. Not Gendis," said Surti, who felt abandoned by Ninda.

"But that's the money Gendis, Ti. You've been kayaking mami-mami," snorted Nindi.

"I go home first, brother," said Gendis, stopping the insignificant debate between Surti and Nindi.

Nindi nodded and smiled. 'maybe also the new child, put on a stacking where roughly, ' his inner self with negative thoughts.

******

Arriving at home, Damar was ready to go to school. Because Surti's rented location is not too far from their hell house. Damar and Gendis will not be difficult to know which angkot can be used to take them to the place they are headed.

Surti gave Damar two ten thousand bills.

"It's too much, Ma'am, this is enough." Damar returned one sheet to Surti.

"If you are loved, immediately say thank you. Don't say anything else. Don't be arrogant, it's enough for you to pay the freight. Occasionally snack, let you know the taste of cilok and siomay that makes doling. If you feel more, yes, implied," advice Surti with a style that ceplas ceplos and distinctive Javanese timuran.

Not wanting to hear any more chatter, Damar immediately say goodbye to Surti and Gendis.

Just now, Gendis stepped foot into the bathroom, Surti instead held his arm.

"Bak only saved. How much, Ma'am? a lot of it?" asked Gendis innocently.

Surti took out the contents of both envelopes. It turns out that in each envelope, there is a paper. There's a phone number written there, with a short message underneath 'Save.'

"The same number, Ndis. Segepok all. Apparently they're satisfied with your massage. This but his number doesn't have his name, Ndis. So which is Eser's number, which is Ozge, we don't know." Surti's face looked very confused.

"Already, Ma'am. No need to think about. Naturally, the rich people love how much?" asked Gendis, she chose to delay her bath for a while.

"I know, not this much. Be honest with you, what are you doing?" suk Surti, his gaze was like an investigator.

"Mbak Surti?! Gendis, just massage them like any other masseuse. No more and no less. If that is mostly true, Gendis will return it. That'll be his number, so Gendis can call."

"Dear, Ndis. Not returned. What matters is that you didn't ask for it and it's halal. Just keep it." Surti gave the money.

Gendis thought for a moment, weighing what would be done with the money. He took the money from Surti's hand, then took each of them a few pieces. Do not forget to count also the part that was taken for Nindi.

"This, Madam Surti, just hold it. Pay the contract. This one, Gendis, give it back. Let the effect, this Gendis is not arbitrary. But if they insist, what can they do. We accept it with pleasure." Gendis gave the money he took to Surti. Then put another one into each envelope.

"No, Ndis. This is your first job." Surti pretended to be unpleasant and refused.

"Already, Ma'am. No need to be smart, no need to do that. Gendis, thank you so much for staying here for a while. Later, if the work is established. Gendis moved, if need be, buy a house."

"I don't know, my prayers will be granted. But Ma'am, pray that your wish and Damar can be achieved." Surti said with a serious look.

Gendis replied with a smile, then immediately walked to the bathroom, still carrying the brown envelope.

After taking a shower and getting ready, he immediately left for his campus. Surti went back to sleep. Working hours at night, make it have to charge during the day.

With various considerations, after discussing with several lecturers. Gendis did not finally take a leave of absence. Because actually, he was just confused about determining the title of the exact thesis. It would be unfortunate indeed, if the leave when it has reached the thesis stage.

Gendis also left the campus with a feeling of relief. He stopped his footsteps at a stop not far from the campus building.

Suddenly the metallic black Tesla car stopped right in front of him, the driver got down from there and walked up to him.

"Please go up, Madam. My lord, would like to speak to the Madam, "driver said to Gendis.

The girl looked at the driver with a suspicious look. The man's body was so sturdy, his skin color was tanned, and dressed in safari with shiny black shoes.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I'm just waiting for the bus" Gendis politely declined.

"Please, don't make me scold, Miss," said the driver.

"Who's the boss, sir?" asked Gendis curiously.

The driver turned his head towards the car, along with the car's door glass half open. Knowing who was in the car, made Gendis' guts shrivel.

"How, Madam?"