When Your Love Knocks on the Door of My Heart

Who's your boyfriend?

I spent almost maghrib with Ibra. Our various stories shared with each other to business problems that were pioneered by Ibra. Ibra business flutters successfully from salons and spas to restaurants. Deserve an established life to make it happy and look luxurious.

Sometimes still seen the attitude of a woman's style. But, in fact, he looks authoritative and firm in front of his employees.

"Ib, the one you haven't told me about" I looked at Ibra casually.

Ibra smile.

"I seem to know what you're going to ask" Ibra tidied up her suit. I grin.

"If you know the answer. Let me not do it anymore" I said indifferently.

"Before I answer what you want to know about me, I will tell you. I think we can share later." Ibra looked at me sharply.

I nodded in agreement.

"Who's your boyfriend?"

I looked at Ibra with a smile and was a little surprised.

"You should have answered me first. You cheat" I threw a tissue at Ibra. Ibra laughed out loud.

"Jawab, even though I already know"

"Where do you know?" I looked at the stupid Ibra.

"Al, didn't I tell you I was stalking you a month ago. So all the information about you I've memorized" Ibra smiled triumphantly.

I laughed amusedly

"But that doesn't mean you know the little things about my personal life, does it?"

"Eits.don't get me wrong, Say.I know who your housemate is and whenever he's with you. Even I memorized your college and high school schedules"

"Emmmm.." I stared at Ibra's face unblinkingly. I feel like I found the answer to that question.

"What the hell, ngeliatin up to the whole thing" Ibra like feeling accused of something. I nodded at Ibra's behavior.

"Don't tell me that man is you" I looked at him in full search. Ibra's face instantly turned red, like a thief caught by hand.

"I'm sure you know what and who I mean. Why should you hide it" I said dislikes and was still curious about the truth of my conjecture with Ibra.

Ibra smiled slightly and glanced at me mocking.

"Hahahahhaa..how sure are you of your conjecture?" Ibra bit her fries with a small laugh. I smiled at him.

I noticed her handsome face, I tried to find common ground with Fiona's close male friend. Fiona once said her boyfriend was a businessman from the city of S. A little bit of woody but dashing and very nice.

"Mmmm.I don't think my guess is wrong. You should have memorized my schedule, know when I'm out. And strangely, why did you come to see me only now?" I put on an upset face.

Ibra laughs.

"That's sure" he replied with a laugh.

"How many years have we been friends, Ibra. You keep it a secret with me. Do I need to call Fiona to make things clear?." I started to get upset and threaten Ibra.

"Pinter is really analyzing. Yes I'm sorry. It was intentional that I asked Fiona not to tell you anything about me. At first I didn't know, but when I saw you drive Fiona to the front of the house I asked and told Fiona about our friendship"

I hit Ibra's shoulder a little with power. Ibra is grinning to endure the pain.

"I own this restaurant, Al. Do not let my pride and self-respect fall because you dare to hit me" Ibra's snobbed grin.

"Company, huh..want I unload your ugliness in front of Fiona?" I threatened to break Ibra's arrogance.

Ibra laughed

"Issshhh. That's our past. Ehh, I want to see that you're really serious about your brondong?" Ibra began to take care of my personal problems.

I smiled slightly and drank the juice that was half left on the table in front of us.

"It feels like at my age now I'm more resigned, Ibra. I'll just go for it" I stirred the juice in front of me.

I have always doubted my age difference.

Next week is the scheduled visit to my hometown to meet my little family.