Towards True Love 2

The Second Intentionally

Even a month already the clothing store that I founded with my husband went smoothly. Buyers come and go every day crowded the store.

Two women have also been hired by me to help serve buyers.

Ma'am Ina and mbak Nia I call those who have been with me for a week in the store. Rio also knew both of them well. Because one of them is a classmate on campus, namely mbak Ina.

"Mbak Nia, I'll take a minute out, okay? Want to find a book, because the old book has been read out," said I to mbak Nia while leaving the store to her.

"Yes, Mother. Be careful on the road" he said after stopping the work he is currently doing.

"Want me to bring you something?" bargain before I leave.

"Hehe, anything, Ma'am," she replied with a smile.

A sweet smile that seemed familiar to me welcomed my foot swing into the building filled with various books.

The bookshelves lined up neatly, forming a winding passageway. For the nerd, tracing the long, winding aisle, with a netra that looks at thousands of books becomes a fun tour.

In the past when I was a student, the earliest I knew and touched when I came was a book crammed on the shelves of business science.

But now, that shelf was precisely the end of my adventure there. I'm in love with an Islamic novel that brings many life lessons. In addition to being the solver of my emptiness, there were also a few implied messages I could take.

After picking up the five books that stole my heart, I sauntered to the cashier. A friendly smile from a girl whose age was below me greeted me again.

Her name is Melisa, the girl who is as tall as a kencur tree has been working as a cashier there for the past three years. According to his words, my face is the one he most often encounters. He got memorized and was not awkward to ask random questions to me.

A little story about her, initially Melisa is a girl who every day makes up thick. The powder, lipstick, and eyebrow pencil he painted on his face looked very striking. It's hard to guess his real age.

The mask he painted made his face appear far above his age. Yes, Melisa looks more mature or rather looks older than children her age whose face has not been polished solid powder or lipstick.

She was so amazed to see my clean face without a thick powder or heavy lipstick striping my lips. Once, he expressed his desire to escape the mask he made himself.

Melisa started, taking the mask off slowly. Until he found comfort without hiding his natural face again.

The next meeting, I began to seduce him. I used his admiration for me. I gave her a collection of hijabs that I had not used on her.

"It doesn't take every moment, at least to work." That was the spell I said to her.

As time went on, he became more and more important. I added another collection of my hijab to her. That's why he always remembers me.

"Not sitting in the room, brother?" ask her as usual when I don't stop by to read.

"Other times, there's still a lot of work waiting for me." Melisa nodded in understanding while reviewing the smile as she handed the books that had been neatly wrapped to me.

"I go first, yeah. Assalamualaikum," I said to Melisa.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Thank you, brother," he replied with a wave of hands.

There's still something I have to buy as souvenirs for the two women in the store. Although they did not ask for sure, but I was able to offer. And the offer was like a promise I had to keep.

I bought a box of chocolate bar cakes, deliberately I asked that it was still hot so that later when bitten the chocolate stuffing will melt out. In addition to the cake beams, I also bought a fresh drink of ice from sugar cane. Cake blocks that taste slightly bitter will be delicious if pushed with ice cane juice is cold, sweet, and refreshing.

Recalling that lunchtime was coming soon, I ordered the food through an online app. In addition to saving my time also because I was lazy to roam the hot streets to find a lunch menu.

Just before descending to the parking lot to pick up my motorbike, I pressed the message button on the online app. But there are those who hummed my intention to return to the store immediately.

"We met again by accident. Is this a sign that we …."

"We're neighbors, Adi," cut me off on purpose.

Only once met, although he could not see all parts of my face now he could recognize me.

No need for my voice anymore. But now, it was the look in my eyes that became an identifying mark for him.

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