UNEXPECTED MEETING: Naura's Luck

Suspicious

Firmansyah waited for Santi in the front seat of the lobby. He lets the girl pick the things she likes, and calls her if she's going to pay at the cashier. He will obey what Santi wants, and the only one he will not follow is to marry her. Many times he told Santi. Even though she was married to the daughter of her ex while still in college, seeing the girl only caused annoyance to her parents.

"Mas Firman. I did not buy, SPG had said that it would contact me, if the goods came." said Santi who immediately flinched spoiled.

"It's up to you San, now what are your plans."

"We can make coffee first yok, there we go. I want bread cheese, it's good to keep it together with Cappucino."

Firmansyah went straight to **rbuck Coffee, and she didn't know if she was having coffee on the balcony with her college friends. He took a seat in the corner.

"What message do you want, I order you all."

"Americano only. No meal." she answered briefly, looking at the phone.

Firmansyah put back the phone she was holding, she felt a sense of urgency. He looked towards the balcony, looking funny to him when someone was celebrating a birthday. He just smiled while shaking his head.

"See what mas?" Santi looked at the balcony, and he smiled as well.

"Girls of that age have not thought of the necessities of life. Money is up just ask the parents." continued Santi.

"If you have also thought of the need to live belom dear?"

"It's been a long time, and I've asked for it, too. But. huh, even the news that marrying kids."

"Already, quiet. Don't touch that problem again. Or we're home now."

Hearing Firmansyah speak a bit high, Santi was silent. Then he stood up to take the straw, and gave one to his lover. Santi was always confused by what his lover wanted. When other people, with his age already holding a grandchild, but the man in front of him was not even willing to be committed. But he still survives, well .., especially if not for the hope of getting the share of his lover's assets.

"I'm sorry if I speak a little loudly. But I ask you to appreciate me San."

"Yes, I'm sorry too."

"Honestly San, even though I'm married to Novi and Samsuar's daughter. I've never touched it before."

Santi smiling.

"Looking at her parents, I was so vengeful about killing her daughter. But when dealing with that girl, I couldn't bear to see her." Firmansyah sipped his coffee.

"Only because of the selfishness of his parents, an 18-year-old child should marry me who is more worthy as his grandfather. Huh.., treasure."

"Keep the ease of donk your wife. No longer serving, you pay for college too. His parents who rejected you first, you repaid all his debts. Lha me?"

"It's cool that you call me if you need it, it's my turn to get married. There's always a reason. Weird."

Firmansyah did not respond to Santi's words, suddenly his eyes caught the sighting of his wife among the young children who were celebrating a birthday on the balcony. He looked at his silent wife, smiling as the other friend cheered.

"Santi, we've just gone home. I want to sleep."

"It's drunk first dong. Cooking a drink isn't finished already asking to go home."

"I have, the coffee is not good. Just order from the apartment." Firmansyah immediately stood up and walked out.

Grumbling and nagging indistinctly, Santi followed him out.

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"No need to Fikr. I'm sure it's safe, sometimes at night I also ride Ojol if I'm looking for something." subtly Naura refused Fikri's offer.

"You're why Naura. I don't recognize you anymore. Something's changed about your attitude lately."

"Ficery, please deh. Don't be so bad to think yes. I'm fine, you see. I'm healthy, my college grades last semester were good, too." Naura smiled as she looked towards Fikri.

"Yes, yes.., I know that. But I suspect, you shut something off from us Naura. You who used to love the road, if there is a red date always do adventure. Now it's all gone from your life now."

"You think too much Fikr. I am relaxed living my life now. Everyone in time will change by itself Fikr, just wait for time. It just so happens that this moment is when I experience a change." Naura smiled bitterly.

Fikri was speechless, and she looked back at the sound of Akbar running after them.

"Fikri.., Naura. Cook me to the toilet for a while already you guys stay." murmured Akbar.

"Yes not fun also dong, cook guess you both ask to stand in front of the toilet so."

"You run home with Fikri or what about Bar? I ride Ojol only, because I want to go home" said Naura.

"I want to go home too. We can take you home, right Na? why take Ojol anyway."

"Well, now it's your turn to Bar that Naura is taking. My mouth froths, but he's still insistent on Ojol."

Naura silently did not reply, she continued to step towards the lobby door.

"Yes, we'll split up here. I'll ride the jolnya picked up in front of the lobby, you still have to go to the basement to get the car."

"Yes, come on Akbar. Our princess wants to ride Brother Ojol" said Fikri while embracing Akbar.

"That's why you, don't believe me. This is a public place to know. We're supposed to be gay couples." Akbar let go of Fikri's hand that was embracing his shoulder.

Fikri even teases Akbar, trying to kiss his cheek while walking. From the direction of the door, Naura smiled as she shook her head. Then he allowed the same lobby officer to wait for Ojol's invitation that he ordered.

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After being in his car, Fikri directly pressed the gas and got out of the basement.

"You are why Fikr, suddenly drove like a gini." protested Akbar

"We follow Naura first. I suspect he's hiding something from us. You're feeling weird not with his attitude lately."

"Yes, but I'm trying to accept it. The important thing is that he's healthy, we're just watching him."

"I am the same. Susan and Iin. They're girlfriends, too, not mentioned. That's the front view, Naura's up on the bike again."

"Yes, let's just follow it."

Akbar and Fikri, who feel strange about the changes from Naura lately, follow Ojol's motorbike.

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