YUMNA AZZURA'S

294. Minor Incident

"Club Star Twilight?" asked Haidar to Mario, the man just nodded his head to answer Haidar's question.

"Yes, I'm asking you to help me" said Mario once again. Haidar glanced at the clock on his wrist.

"It seems I can't. Sorry," said Haidar again. Mario breathed in disappointed.

"Who else should I ask for help now if I can't?" mario asked, Haidar shrugged both his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I can't. Tonight Yumna is overtime, I have to prepare dinner for her" said Haidar again.

"Curried for dinner? What a romantic!" mario was a little upset.

Haidar was indifferent to hearing the sneers from friends during this lecture. "Elo do not know the pleasure of masakin wife, because elo jomlo. Look at it someday if you're married yet I'm sure you will be a chef and assistant for him," said Haidar.

Mario almost chuckled at Haidar's words like that. "Gue wouldn't be like that. Denger yes, the position of the man above the girl, above the wife, do not want to lose to the girl, what else to be her assistant. Cook and so on" said Mario again with a mocking look.

"Are you sure you can like that?" Mario nodded his head. "OK, elo can say that because elo itself can not rasain, not yet ngalamin. Just wait for the play date until you come back with me and say that it is a fact" said Haidar with a faint smile.

"Can't be. I won't lose to Sassy. All of him, I will not let him manage my life," said Mario again with a very pedenya.

"More on the elo that he willingly arranged, or even, the voluntary elo became everything he wanted by himself." Mario looked at Haidar, a little horrified if he had a free soul suddenly arranged in such a way by women, subjugated and obedient with a creature whose name is woman.

"Ah, no! I won't be like Elo. Lost my self-esteem when I get to it," said Mario again while shaking his hand. Haidar just smiled faintly. "So you really can't help me?" ask Mario again. Haidar shook his head.

"Tonight I couldn't. Especially to the club, Yumna will not like me going to the kayak place," replied Haidar again.

"Ah, you're not happy anymore. Not like it again," said Mario disappointed.

"It used to be the same now is different, do not equate me during college," said Haidar.

Mario was silent, not knowing what else to do. Forcing Haidar also feels very difficult if this man has refused.

"If the place is not a club I can help elo, but also not tonight because my wife needs a place to complain, need a place to lean to get tired, he said, need someone who can accompany him at night," said Haidar.

Mario blinks his lips. "Yes-yes. I understand. Take care of your spoiled wife." Mario now got up from his seat. Haidar just stared at his friend without preventing.

"Tomorrow. As we discuss our affairs, have the people meet all outside," said Haidar again.

Mario looked at Haidar, although it felt disappointed that he had to rewind his schedule. "Yes, I'll try to call him. Hopefully he wants this meeting postponed tomorrow afternoon" said Mario again.

"Gue unplug first. I'm just here to say that, anyway," said Mario again.

Eventually the man came home without success.

Haidar returned to his work, preparing once again the file to discuss with Mario the next day.

The elevator is now running down, Mario who is alone attaches his cellphone to the ear.

"It looks like the meeting was postponed. I can't convince him to leave tonight."

"Why? How can?" ask someone from somewhere else in a disappointed tone.

"He has business" Mario said again.

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His slender fingers moved very agilely on the keyboard, typing a word into a sentence and a row of numbers. Every now and then what he had typed out was erased back from being tired of making his brain and hands out of sync again.

Tired and sleepy Yumna felt. Everyone has gone home, leaving Yumna, Mira, and Rahma in the room. Sometimes there are people who enter their room, to check the work to Rahma.

Yumna stood up, unable to bear the drowsiness that had come upon her. "I want to make coffee. Want a nitip?" ask Yumna to Mira.

Mira who had been focused on her work turned her head and felt the same way, even her eyes had now turned red. "Titip throw away my drowsiness," said Mira as she yawned widely.

"Ish, you're this."

"Seriously me, Yumna. So sleepy. Ask for bitter coffee, do not use sugar," said Mira. The face glanced at Yumna for a second, looking tired around her eyes.

"Okay, no sugar at all?" ask Yumna once again to make sure.

"Hooh, this is a lot of work. It felt like what I saw from the pillow was waving at the computer" said Mira.

Yumna approached Rahma and offered her coffee as well.

"Gak ah, stomach pain if you have coffee. Just hot water, yeah." Rahma gave her little flask to Yumna.

"okay."

"Thank you, Yumna. Sorry to repot you," said Rahma.

"Yes, it's okay. All right," Yumna said to the woman above Yumna.

Yumna walked towards the pantry, a little away from her room at the end of the now deserted hallway.

"Duh, an ordinary day is lonely especially now," said Yumna a little afraid. The passageway was completely quiet until his footsteps alone sounded very clearly. He regretted offering to make coffee.

"Ah, I shouldn't make coffee either" he said slowly to himself. Yumna glanced back, already half way towards the pantry, responsibility once if she returned to her room again without success. With a strong sigh, the woman finally decided to go in the direction of the pantry.

The sound of water pouring from the dispenser was heard very clearly in the quiet room, as the smell of coffee burst under his nose. Slightly glanced to the right and to the left, moving her eyeballs so that Yumna could see the situation there. Honestly, his own thoughts that make fear like someone is paying attention to him. Yumna tries to control herself, controlling her own fears. But the fear is getting worse.

"Come on, spout," said Yumna who waited for the water in Rahma's flask full. It seemed that from earlier the container was not full as well. The dispenser has changed back to red, a sign that the hot water in it has been used up.

"Ah, yes, yes" muttered Yumna who wanted to leave the room immediately. The feather bristles bristled, the cold approached. Immediately Yumna closed Rahma's flask and flanked it between her arms and stomach, while both hands carried two cups of coffee belonging to her and also Mira's. Yumna's footsteps quickly walked out of the room, her gaze fixed on the two cups of coffee in hand, afraid that the water would spill as she carried it.

Yumna did not pay attention to the road, just came out of the room an incident occurred. Someone hit him. Or is he the one who hit someone else?

"Ouch!" yumna exclaimed as the cup with hot water spilled in her hand, Yumna took one step back to avoid the spilled coffee from hitting her feet. Heat felt on the back of the hand due to the hot water.

"Are you okay?" ask a man. Yumna turned her gaze to hear a familiar voice in the ears.

"Eh, Sorry."

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Well who is it?

Curious not really? Wkwkwk, but da readers like to have a psychic soul anyway. 🤣