To Mutia

Azmya Lamia Jaelani's

"What do you want to order?"

The woman who did not know her name a while ago became a victim of theft. Mutia who at that time just came out of the airport area and stood on the side of the road to wait for public transportation, heard a cry for help from the woman in front of him, then without thinking long to provide help.

With a check of his feet, Mutia managed to make the thief fall upside down and release the bag containing a woman's laptop in a typical suit office workers. Luckily there was a police car on patrol, so Mutia immediately asked the authorities for help and made the thief a ridge.

And here he is, sitting in the restaurant to receive his thanks for lunch, even though he insists on refusing it.

"What a hell, Mbok."

The woman nodded. "Please, don't call Mbok, I feel like a mak-mak or an elderly domestic worker." then he mentioned his order and Mutia to the waiter.

"But isn't Mbok a polite call for young Balinese women?" Mutia shook her mind after the servant left their table. "I read on google, anyway." continued while grinning.

"Indeed, but don't call it a kayak." the beautiful black-haired woman straightly flicked her hand. "I'm the original Bandung. Lived here only about three years, joined a husband who was mutated to work. So. call Teteh aja."

Mutia nodded slowly. He thanked her and did not forget to smile kindly at the waiter who was serving food on the table.

"By the way, I'm Azmya Lamia Jaelani. People usually call me Lamia. And you?"

"I'm Mutia Haruka, Tea. Call me Mutia."

Lamia responded to the maidservant who was retreating with a nod of her head, then accidentally saw a large bag near the foot of the table. "You just came to town?"

"Yes, Tea. I'm from Prabumulih."

Lamia knitted her brows. "That's the name of the city?"

Mutia smiled slightly. His birth city is not well known. "Prabumulih part of South Sumatra, Tea. The small town of Palembang."

"Oh... Palembang yes. City of Pempek with Ampera bridge. Far away you come, across the island."

Mutia's grin was the response to Lamia's speech.

"Keep... to Bali to do what? To brother's house?" Lamia began to eat her lunch, even with Mutia.

"I'm looking for work, Tea."

"Work?" the Lamia movement of bribing came to a halt. Mutia looked at him with a clingy look. "I thought you ran away from home. Sulking at parents for giving you a little pocket money."

Mutia chokes. Quickly he sipped his apple juice to relieve his throat, then cleared his throat slowly. "I've even graduated from school years ago, Tea."

"Seriously?" Lamia turned away in disbelief. "How old are you now?"

"Twenty-three?"

"Masa, anyway? Your face looks like a child who just graduated Junior High. Moreover, your body is very small, maybe your height is not up to 160."

"Geez, it's lucky you have such a youthful face. With a height of 154, a slim body, a well-fitting chest and buttocks, a baby face, fair yellow skin, jet black hair and curls, you have everything most women want. I'm sure there must be a lot of guys who like you. Aye right?"

In her heart Mutia agreed, but she ended up with Haikal who did not love her at all. If what Lamia said was true, then why did Haikal actually have an affair with his cousin? The Lamia who lied or the Haikal's troubled eyes?

Don't forget, Mut. Love is blind. If you are in love, your grandmothers are beautiful.

"Mutia,"

Shaken in surprise, Mutia looked at Lamia with a wave, then smiled clumsily. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Where are you going now? Let's eat later, I anter you."

"No need, Tea. I was just looking for a rented house."

"Well, so you went to Bali without any preparation?"

Mutia shook her head slowly.

"I actually have a job for you, but I'm not sure you'll want to."

"What work, Tea?" Mutia looked excited, her eyes twinkling.

"My housekeeping assistant just quit, because her son doesn't let her work anymore. If you want, you can work for me. Living in my house, dapet eat three times a day and also a full monthly salary, without being cut any costs. How's it?"

Oh, my God, Mutia. Fly all the way to Bali, your time just ends up being babu? His mind.

Than you dangled indistinctly, mending received. You do not need to think about the cost of renting a house and also money to eat, you can focus on saving and sending money to Faisal. If you have enough money, you can buy a small house, find a more decent job, then take Faisal to Bali. Think of it as a stepping stone. This time his heart gave an opinion.

"How, Mutia?" lamia's voice caught Mutia's attention. "But if you don't want to, I don't mean it either."

"Eh. I want, Tea." sambar Mutia quickly, don't want to lose the chance.

Lamia smiled widely, making her ayu face more charming. "good. Come on, finish your meal, and then we'll go home. Oh yes, just information. I have a husband and a brother in my house."

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