
This morning, at about nine o'clock, Gibran and Mareta visited Jordi's residence. Before leaving there, Gibran as director at the company had asked his secretary to arrange his schedule today including the task of supervising Moli.
Yesterday night, of course Gibran could see a glimpse of Moli's facial expression when he just returned home. His face that was seen in the bend made Gibran become curious and curious.
“We'd better speed up his fiancee, at least it can make a bond for Moli.”
“Betul also, with engaged maybe Moli will not be able to avoid again, and after that we can focus on discussing the matter of marriage.”
“I agree. Because of this matchmaking problem, I became unfocused working.”
“You think you're the only one? My work also became a mess because it was your daughter who likes to defy it.”
“Why be a mom? You are the Papa.”
The conversation that was initially fine, now turned a little tense. Mareta who felt unacceptable with her husband's words, immediately looked up while snorting, then chose to switch views on her phone. Gibran, who was sitting behind the wheel, remained silent without expression.
The silence lasted until their car arrived in front of a mansion with a towering gate before entering the courtyard area.
The two went down, their eyes met at a glance, then exchanged glances again.
Previously Gibran certainly had spoken first with Jordi, that he would come. Otherwise, Jordi would be in the office. Jordi is a successful entrepreneur, of course, his daily life is only in the company, as well as Gibran. Both are business people.
“Finally, you came,” Welcome Jordi when Gibran and Mareta have entered the living room.
Jordi, as the host, immediately reached out, asking them to sit down immediately.
“How, what are we going to talk about?” ask Jordi.
“I want to discuss about the continuation of our child's matchmaking.” Answer Gibran.
“Oke, I agree. I also can't wait to see them get married.”
“Same. We'd better speed up his fiancee.”
“Do you need a fiancee first? Why not marry them off straight away?”
Gibran fell silent, He turned to his wife for an opinion. Maybe what Gibran said is true, why getting engaged if married directly is better.
“What do you think, we marry them?” ask Gibran while slightly sitting down.
“Iya dong, faster is better. Engagement just slows down.”
“Betul also. All right, then let's just get the wedding straight. Set the date and prepare the show.”
“Oke.”
***
15.45 WIB
After returning from the office, Moli again sought information about Yoga. In his mind, however, Moli must know what causes Yoga to forget him.
In retrospect, all this is too impossible, considering how the relationship used to be very friendly. During the relationship with Yoga, Moli certainly feel very happy, and vice versa. It's just that, suddenly the existence of Yoga disappeared before the five days of Moli's departure abroad.
At the time of his departure abroad, Moli was still in the 12th grade of High School in the final semester, even Moli was forced to do exam questions when she moved abroad.
Exactly Moli left when the relationship with Yoga went for almost a year. Klau not only because of the selfishness of Moli's parents, maybe until now the relationship is still fine. But, whatever the power, it actually has to be this way. Yoga forgets Moli for no apparent reason.
Maybe it's good luck for Moli, when the car stopped at a red light, next to her it turned out to be someone in her car. Yoga, who else if not him.
Quickly, Moli opened the glass window of her car. Moli shifted then slightly lowered her head so that she could see Yoga more clearly.
“Yoga!” Call Moli. Sontak Yoga immediately turned his head, tilted and slightly down.
“Elo? Emmm..” Yoga turned the eyeball while remembering the name of the woman in the car.
“Kak Moli?” Continue Yoga after remembering the woman's name.
“Nmobile.”
The bike was already on because the lights were green. While in the car, Moli just clucked while hitting the steering wheel and then drove her car chasing after Yoga who began to move away.
“Why the hell, I met the big brother?” Complaints Yoga while continuing to pedal his bike.
Tid, tid, tid!!
Moli pressed the horn button a few times. The surprised Yoga Sontak began to lose control and immediately chose to pull off his bike.
“What else!” grunted annoyed. Yoga stepped on the standard of his bike and then stood upright while pulling both sashes of his backpack. His eyes flashed sharply, waiting for someone to step out of the silver car that almost knocked him over.
“You lo what the hell!” Gertak Yoga with a high tone, his chin just lifted as if feeling dislike.
“Many!” answer Moli briefly.
“Sini lo's. Login, cepet!” pinta Moli while pulling Yoga arm.
“Apaan anyway! Play pull-up.” Yoga flicked his arm then retreated, but failed because Moli again grabbed Yoga's arm.
“Gue just want to talk to elo.”
“Speaking what? We don't know each other, why talk?”
“Log in first, we chat in my car.” The left car door is wide open. “Gue please..” his eyes look sad.
“Yes, okay, I'm in.” Yoga raised both hands and was forced to get into the car.
With a quick motion, Moli immediately turned her body around her car until she reached the right door. Moli's in. Looking for a moment at Yoga, then looking straight ahead while taking a breath and then blowing slowly.
“OK we start this conversation.”
“Ya already, please.” Yoga answered in a nonchalant tone.
“Elo do not want who I am?” Moli asked quietly while putting her palm in front of her chest.
“Means?”
“Ya really don't know who I am?”
“Yes is not. I just met you a few days ago.” Answer Yoga by folding both hands in front of the chest. His eyes are straight ahead.
“Elo sure?” Moli shifted slightly closer towards Yoga.
“Of course. Does she know who I am?”
The deg! A question that seemed to open a gap for Moli. It is possible that by giving an answer, Yoga will remember it again.
“Clearly know dong..” This time Mona answered while rolling her eyes. Good times with that will make Yoga curious.
“Oh yes? know about what?”
And sure enough, the expression of Yoga signifies that He is curious and curious.
“Gue knows, that elo is Yoga. Yoga Pramana.”
Instead of being surprised, Yoga laughed until his voice filled the car. Yoga laughter still sounded until it ended with the word ‘Aduh' while wiping his flat stomach.
“See this.” Yoga pointed to the name tag in his sausage uniform, precisely in front of the pocket on the left chest.
Pramana Yoga.
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