Virally

13. Abg

Age is just a written number, age does not determine how much maturity. I think it's the forging of life that determines 'maturity' .

Caption Orchid today in the age of 1/4th century

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I'm already 25 years old. Some of my friends are married and have children by the age of 25. While I was still in the car with the man who made the heart hot cold. We stayed quiet all the way because we didn't know what to say.

"We can't go fast, Nggrek". Bian broke the silence created.

"Eh yes". From earlier, the speed of Bian's car was in a state of moderate. I'm not really having a problem with it.

Next we again kept quiet busy in each other's minds but for a moment later I just realized not if Bian had never been home.

"You know my house?"

"Sir". Bian replied casually.

"Haaaah?" I looked in shock at Bian. Bian looks still relaxed and fun to knock his fingers on the car steering wheel.

"I've never been to your house, haven't I?".

I swallowed the saliva hearing Bian's question. He who took the initiative to drive me home then I agreed and immediately entered the car.

So who's wrong here? Bian who never asked where my house or even I who did not think that Bian certainly did not know where I live because he had never visited the house..

"Sorry Bian I didn't tell you the address. I guided the path. We're going through a shortcut just so it won't be too long. You'll have to go back to Nat and Gege"

"okay". Bian answered briefly.

"We enter Jalan Sudirman later the intersection of TJ Megah tower turn right towards Bukit Jaya. From Bukit Jaya later entered the Asri Permai housing".

"okay".

"Ihhh you're like RCTI aj, okay mulu". Bian looked surprised to see my reaction.

"I'm sorry I'm kidding". He nodded with a thin smile making the curves of his dimples appear charming.

"Like an antique car." I asked a stale base.

"Like". Bian answered irit.

"Good yeah". I patted the dashboard of the car hoping that the master who had the car could answer more than one word.

"If the photo using this car is cool times yes ".

"You?." Bian looked towards me.

"Huh?." I sharpened my hearing. He asked what yes was.

"I mean, you want a photo with this car"

"So embarrassed." I smiled a little at Bian.

"Why embarrassed? You are used to being photographed. Oh yes, you also used the services of my friends yes, Nggrek."

I looked dumbfounded. Oalah pantesan this handsome guy wants to bring me. Basic dodol I was the GR turned out he was just an approach to get a job.

"Oh yes, hehe too. Later I can also use your services huh, Bian?. Can be sent a price list for photo shoots."

Bian turned his head while smiling without giving an answer.

"What block?"

I turned to the window and entered the housing where I lived.

"Block A number 9."

Bian parked the car in front of the house but he refused to come in and I took off the antique car that walked away from me with a big heart.

A handsome guy is not my soul mate this time. Plastic surgery must first be beautiful and attractive.

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I was at the boutique while editing some photos of our boutique clothes. Visitors are not as crowded as usual. Sometimes I think when I first opened a boutique with Natasha whether anyone would buy clothes every day. It turns out that there are always people who buy our clothes both online and who come to visit directly.

Even in this pademi era there are always people who are good at utilizing the situation so that it still produces. Like our customer Juwi during this Academy he sells health drinks from Lemon juice, healthy food, various herbs from spices. There are also our tailors who switched to receive orders for masks as well he said friends he sells masks during the pademi now more advanced his business.

Digital connoisseurs are also like thirsty for creative content, fun and updates. The city is still a red zone forcing its residents to stay indoors so seek entertainment without having to be outdoors.

I put up some photos of our clothes on social media and replied to some of the incoming responses.

The green message on the personal device reads. I do use two numbers, my personal Gawai only contains acquaintances. The number is not known but when opening the incoming message it turns out from Doni.

"Siang, have you eaten yet?".

"Not Don't have any work yet".

"Don't be late to eat free dong diligently exercise if the diet is messy".

"Hehe. Don bertar again "

"Where to eat?"

"Don't know if I'm coming home yet, Don".

"Hmm are you busy?"

"Not Don, what's up?".

"Eat outside yuk ntar I pick up." I didn't reply to that message. There is a sadness in the heart.

"Can't you?"

"Can Don pick me up at my boutique". I wrote the boutique address after thinking that Doni only considered me an old friend.

"It's in an hour".

"Okay, Don".

I immediately went upstairs to the boutique where this place there was one space that I specialized for private rooms so when tired of taking care of the boutique. I can relax here.

This room is 4x3 meters. Natasha and I hired interior services so we could make the most of this room. I took a sitting position and started using makeup equipment.Lucky to live in this day and age even though my face is not beautiful but with neat make-up and healthy skin. It gives a fresh appearance.

Doni came earlier than promised. I rushed downstairs to get to him.

"Where to eat?"

"Food of Fresh Sari yuk. He's a home-cooked food special"

"May I haven't yet booked a place here". Doni followed my step out of the boutique.

Doni today brought the car instead of the bike. At least I don't need to feel bad because motor sport does not allow for 'social distancing'. I can be uncomfortable later.

We sat in the corner of the Sari Segar restaurant. The interior of this restaurant is ordinary but it feels amazing to make me always smitten to stop by.

"When I eat the same meal, it doesn't matter, does it?"

"What problem?"

"Well, is someone angry for example?". I just chuckled like ABG Doni's question.

"Yes not." I answered while shaking my head.

"Your boyfriend?." There was pain in the heart when Doni asked that. Questions that remind me of Adi.

"Not having." I answered briefly and Doni just nodded.

"If you?". I asked back.

"Eh I am? No one is angry, Nggrek".

"Jomblo happy dong we ya." I laughed and answered Doni.

"Nearly"

"You mean almost single"

"I'm married, Nggrek but right now our relationship is in the process of divorce. Yesterday I went to Bandung to attend the hearing because there are still obstacles to child custody"

I choked on hearing Doni's answer. Means I'm currently eating with a husband because the court's verdict has not officially come out.

"Kok you didn't say, Don. I'm not going to be good to eat with a husband people are not officially divorced". I said riled.

"Sorry Nggrek but we are not in Bandung. No one knows either. Sorry I haven't told you yet, we just met yesterday. My time telling me about personal matters"

I let out a breath. Oh my Mama there is a problem of men approaching me.

Doni already has a child. What age is Doni's child and why he divorced his wife. Doni is the same age as me and having a child will soon have the status of a widower.

I wanted to ask this question to Doni but then I paused it too. It's not time to ask let alone our status of just old friends. Just when the atmosphere became awkward waitress came delivering orders. At least it could save the current atmosphere.