To Mutia

Tracts

"Thank you for your help, Mutia." along with that the woman wearing the floral summer dress extended her hand to Mutia, taking a swipe, who immediately greeted Mutia with joy.

"Because of your help I can complete the car purchase business within one day and tomorrow the car is parked in my house" he said with a crisp laugh.

"It was precisely me who should be saying thank you." taking off the link of their hands, Mutia looked at the slender tall woman before her with a warm smile.

"Thank you for buying a car through me as an intermediary. Thanks to Ayuk, I managed to sell one car. There is only one more to reach the target, after which I officially became a permanent employee at Barata Mobilindo. Ahh..pleasure."

Seeing Mutia's black eyes seem sparkling and the adorable expression the pregnant woman showed, provoking an anxious laugh out from between the lips of the old brown haired woman in front of Mutia.

Elma Yuntari, a thirty-two-year-old woman from Palembang who now lives in Bali with her husband and two children, is a foreign number owner who three days ago contacted her. The woman who made Mutia shocked and lost words from feeling too happy. Even until this moment Mutia still clearly remembered the words of the mother of two children.

"Yesterday my husband gave me a car brochure and there was Mutia's mobile number. Because I want to buy a family car, so I immediately contact you. Can we meet tomorrow to talk about it?"

After gaining her consciousness, Mutia of course immediately responded to Elma's request. The next day they met, had a light conversation to get to know each other, and then started talking about car purchases.

"How did you get home? Take taxis?"

"Let's pick up the husband. Ihh. whereas I can't wait to drive a new car."

Elma was disappointed. But as soon as his grim look appeared, as soon as it was replaced with a bright twinkle and a big smile when the husband's car had stopped in front of the building. The car's glass door was lowered, a second later a bespectacled man waved his hand at Elma.

"Wait a minute." Elma moved her lips without a sound, then directed her attention to Mutia. "I pray that your sales target is reached immediately, so that you no longer need to go back and forth on the streets and get hot." then Elma moved her hand rubbing Mutia's distended stomach. "And I also pray that you and your baby will always be healthy and always in the protection of God."

"Amin, O Allah." The corner of Mutia's lips became more and more interested. "Thank you for the prayer, Yuk."

...* * *...

"Kok Mas Yudha come here?" mutia asked Faisal, as Yudha's bawling figure to the toilet had disappeared from her sight.

Moments ago, right after Elma's return, Mutia immediately contacted Faisal. Inviting her only child to have lunch together. And now they are in one of the seafood restaurants in Kuta.

Faisal rolled his eyes, then responded to Mutia's words. "I'm the same as Mas Yudha. I do not know myself, if I stay in Mas Yudha that's it."

Mutia grimaced softly, feeling guilty. Faisal was right, after all that Yudha had done, it seemed that he did not know himself at all if Faisal had left Yudha for lunch with him.

"Where are you going today?"

"From morning I was with Mas Yudha only on the beach doang. Surfing, paragliding, diving, until the race to make the sand castle." Faisal explained enthusiastically.

"Huh? Sand castle?"

"I know, it's childish, but I enjoy it. And from the results of my observations over the past few days, Mas Yudha is the type of loving man. It's perfect to be a husband and a father." Faisal glanced at Mutia, whom the elder sister responded with a slow snort.

Seeing his sister's black bead that looked so lifelike and the laughter that sounded so loose, made a streak of guilt fill Mutia's heart. He stared fixed Faisal with a sorry highlight.

"Sorry, for the four days you've been on vacation here, I can't keep you company."

"No problem. Holidays accompanied by Mas Yudha are more fun, all are all gratessss." said Faisal in a cheerful tone, making Mutia tickle.

On the first day of the holiday, Faisal decided to take a walk himself. Visit some places with the help of Google while taking some pictures. Mutia, who can't leave work, is forced to let her sister go on vacation without her friends. Only at night they can enjoy time together, it is only for culinary tourism.

Then on the second day Yudha offered to accompany Faisal. The man reasoned that he also needed a vacation, a break from work that made him feel ten years older. And of course, in addition to accompanying Faisal to explore Bali, Yudha also did not hesitate to spend his money to pay for food until buying souvenirs.

"Basic, shameless."

"Rather than not knowing myself." a second later Faisal stuck out his tongue, making fun of Mutia, who instantly got a punch in the arm from her brother.

"You haven't ordered yet?" yudha's arrival interrupted the second little brawl, and he pulled up a chair beside Faisal, which made him sit opposite Mutia.

Yudha nodded softly, then called out to the servant. The three of them ordered food. And in fifteen minutes, all their orders were on the table.

"Mas Yudha,"

Mutia's call caught the name's owner's attention.

"It's Faisal's last day of vacation, so I'd like to ask for details of the money that Mas's already spent on Faisal."

Yudha undoes the intention to bribe, then raises her shoulders. "I never counted it, Mutia."

"How much money should I replace?"

"I didn't count it, because I never expected you to return it, Mutia. I took Faisal on vacation together, so it's only natural that I spend money."

Mutia sighed. "You don't want to be paid rent, food and now also vacation money. I'm not good, Mom."

"If it's bad, don't eat it." - Guyon Yudha, making Faisal laugh, as Mutia pursed her lips.

"I'm serious, Mas." mutia murmured.

"Udah. Don't think about it. Better we eat now, I'm so hungry."

Half an hour later the plates on the table were empty, all the contents had moved into the stomachs of Mutia, Yudha and Faisal. But of the three, it seemed that Faisal was the most full. The teenager is currently leaning back with a tired body and a stingy breath.

"Faisal!" mutia reprimanded upon hearing a faint sound followed by a foul scent from her sister.

"Sttt..." Faisal put his forefinger on the lips, then noticed the noisy surroundings due to the smell of gas he released. "Let's people on know."

"O Allah, what a sin I have is your sister." lamented Mutia, as Yudha chuckled amusedly at the interaction of the two.

"Udah, I'm going to the toilet first." As soon as Faisal's light ran away from Mutia and Yudha.

"You must be happy to have a sister like Faisal." Yudha commented with a bewitching smile.

Mutia nodded. "But more annoyance."

Then it was silent for a while, until Mutia again let out her voice.

"I'm sorry, Mas. If for these three days Ical is often troublesome."

"No, Faisal was not a hassle at all. He taught me how to really enjoy life."

Mutia smiled slightly. "And also thank you for everything you've done."

"I don't have a sister, Mutia. Then when I met Faisal and spent time with him, I found out what it's like to have a sister."

"Come on, let's go home now. I'm gonna have diarrhea." Faisal returned with a face drenched in cold sweat and a deathly pale face.

"You go to the car first with Faisal, let me pay" Yudha said as she looked at the panicked look on Mutia's face.

"Let me, Mas." reached into the bag, Mutia took out the wallet and took out several pieces of money hundreds of thousands.

"Mutias..."

"Mas, today I managed to sell one car. I've been intending to treat Faisal and Mas. So please, let me."

"alright. And thanks for the deal."