This Story is called Love
Chapter 2 The Beginning of the Story
Another with the abdillah residence, in front of a house that is quite luxurious in classic style is walking a girl with a peach-stained robe and a matching color head covering accompanied by a middle-aged woman.
“Ca (call familiar Irtiza Ar Rajab), let father who ngantarin you dear, later you are late to campus.” Said the woman who was worried about her only daughter.
“Maaaa, papa is not in the same direction as Ica campus, papa time should turn around, papa ntar late meetingnya.” Elak Irtiza's. She is indeed a girl who grows into a figure of understanding, although chatty and seem careless.
“Ngak kok dear, than you take public transportation and wait a long time, ntar late again, come papa among all your sisters equally papa also.” Said Saad, a middle-aged man who always looks friendly and patient.
“No, papa leaves on deck Zel. Ica go first. Assalamualaikum.” Pamit and greet both parents and give a smile to his sister who is waiting in the car with his father.
“Waalaikumussalam, be careful nak.” Saad and Diana answered.
He walked out of the yard and his eyes squinted after seeing a familiar girl seen from behind the fence.
“Aniiiiiiiit.” Call Irtiza with her distinctive shrill voice, able to make both parents and her sister surprised, until Qanita turned to her best friend from that small.
Half-run Irtiza approached Qanita
“I nebeng well, my motorbike is mengrakan, I do not want to be ushered papa kasian ntar must turn back to his office. Especially this morning there was a meeting. Your office is in line with my campus.” Cerocos Irtiza who without instructions has explained the situation.
“Assalamaicum. Yes, the helmet. Cepet up, he said afraid late.” Qanita replied while giving the helmet that remained available on her motorcycle to her best friend.
“Hehehe, Waalaikummussalam. Yep, iye. Onion bet dah. PMS again well there ?” Irtiza Timpal.
Qanita, who refused to argue with Irtiza early in the morning, chose silence and drove her motor matic out of the direction of their housing.
While Saad starts his car engine, after seeing his daughter delivered (no, no, cutting down on her point) with Qanita.
“Ya already, papa same Azel left first well ma. Assalamualaikum.”
Arriving at the office, of course after lowering Irtiza in front of the campus. Qanita began to be preoccupied with files and supervision on her father's efforts so that nothing unwanted happens later. Abdillah entrusted some of her duties to her second child. Qanitapun should be thumbs up to see him learn and be able to adapt to his work that fast, also not seen complaining or complaining at all to his father.
No time passed, the morning changed, and now the afternoon changed. The arrival of the afternoon signifies that today's work will be over soon. With a face that looks quite tired, but does not make the girl lose her charming face. While leaning back in that chair and staring at his desk that was a little messy.
“Pyuuuh, very tired of Allah. Gini is very well like looking for money, but in the past if you want money just ask for it, the pantesan first father always said buy the important only, do not waste. Apparently, Gini is tired of work. Huuuft.” Qanita said as she tidied up her desk. After that he walked to the parking lot and rode a matic motorcycle that took him home.
Although he has a fairly beautiful and charming face but instead makes it very indifferent with the opposite sex, including also with some of his father's employees who want to approach him. So ready to standby he will dismiss the man who intends to approach him. It makes all employees of his father know how against the opposite sex.
Along the way Qanita focused on the road that passed, until when it will enter the residential area, a motor sport stopped suddenly, and accidentally he hit the back of the motorbike.
Braaaak,,,, uh,,,
“Astagfirullahalazim, mas if it stops anyway do not suddenly, give me a cue first dong. Duuuh.” said Qanita with a ketus, while lifting the glass helmet without intending to get off the motor and see who stopped suddenly in front of him.
The man in front of him was no less shocked by the incident, but tried to appear as cool as possible to cover it. Without guilt he ignored the girl who was nagging and even busy with the person who was on the other end of the phone.
It was as if the words that came out of Qanita's mouth were just a wind past. Feeling annoyed, Qanita finally left the man who was busy talking through his HP.
“Assalamualaikum, next time stop giving aba-aba first yah.” Said Qanita made as sweet as possible, without removing the mask that covered part of his sweet face.
“Gosh, I told you yesterday. Did your hearing suddenly malfunction when I heard my speech yesterday ?” Jerk the man either to who is on the other end of the phone, then disconnect the call without greeting.
After hanging up the phone, he saw the woman who was upset because she was already a few meters in front and was riding her motorbike back. He noticed the back of his motorbike that was scuffed because it was hit by the woman and shouted, “Woy, wooooy, my motorbike was scuffed. Responsibility woy.” In vain the man shouted, the brown veiled girl let alone turn her head around.
“Who told sudden stop”. Omel Qanita's.
