ALDEBY
|3.| Deal

Today, Beby doesn't have a lecture schedule. He only spent time with the fall while marathon Korean drama on one of the platforms. Endors' business has been resolved since 10 hours ago. It was all thanks to Anggi who came to make it before going to the boutique.

A WhatsApp notification makes Beby's activity stop for a moment. The girl turned her gaze towards her mobile phone lying on the bed.

"ah! It will be later."

Beby continued his activities that had been delayed.

Since 10 minutes ago, Beby has not stopped ruffling the entire room. He is looking for a grey hoodie—birthday gift from Kiran last year—which is now his favorite hoodie. When his room had transformed into a broken ship, Beby realized something.

The girl in plain white short-sleeved shirt grabbed her phone lying on the nightstand, then dialed someone's number.

"Call, An? My gray hoodie left behind in the make up room isn't it?"

"Yes. Eike put it in the make up room."

Well, right, right!

"OKAY. Thank's."

After disconnecting the phone, Beby's vision switched to a wall clock in the corner of his room: 14:25. There was still about an hour before meeting Kiran at the bookstore. Therefore, Beby decided to take his hoodie first.

Beby grabbed the keys to his car and cell phone. The girl read the notification that came in a few minutes ago.

Brother Miko:

Don't forget to pick me up at the airport at 9 p.m.

^^^Me:^^^

^^^Y.^^^

***

The dense streets of the Capital City make new Beby arrive at Fresh and Star— commonly called FS— at 15:32. FS Agency consists of five studios with an agency office in the middle. Each studio has two make-up rooms and two editing rooms, complete with toilets. The buildings that level in the FS Agency are just offices. Not to forget also a minimalist style cafeteria right in the south corner of the office.

For Beby, he was a regular in studio three.

The girl stepped quickly towards the makeup room and took her hoodie that was originally draped in the front seat of the dressing table.

The distance between the FS studio and the place where the deal with Kiran is quite far. Not to mention the traffic that has become routine. Remembering that, Beby hurriedly came out after making sure the gray hoodie was adhering slickly on his slender body.

'Bruk!'

Due to the hurry, Beby accidentally hit Ana who was carrying some clothes for the models.

Ana is a senior MUA at FS Agency. Her skill in face painting and fashion sense is no doubt about it. But, Ana this ....

"Ouch! Careful, dong. Sore, nih, shoulder eike," Ana scolded at whoever just hit her right shoulder.

Yep. Ana is a transvestite.

"Duh ... sorry, yes, An," replied Beby. "Gue again in a hurry. Bye, An!"

Regardless of Ana, Beby rushed out. That coincided with Aldef just getting out of the car.

***

In his place, Aldef squinted both eyes, making sure that what his sense of sight caught was correct.

"Who's concerned?"

The sound of baritone from the left side made Aldef aware. He turned his head and found Fahri who was busy fiddling with the camera in his hand.

"Who is that, Ri?" ask Aldef.

Getting the question, Fahri then directs his gaze to the bead point of Aldef's eye focused. It looked like a gray hoodie girl with hair ponytailed like a ponytail had just entered a red car.

"Just got in the red car?" Fahri makes sure the person he and Aldef mean is the same.

Aldef nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Oh .. That's Beby, model here."

As Aldef expected.

"Models?" Both Aldef's eyebrows linked in wonder. "Since when?"

"Since I officially became a photographer, two years ago."

"Kok, I've never met him?"

"Yes how to meet. Every person here you hang out in the editing room."

Aldef silent. What Fahri said is true. For two years more familiar with Fahri who incidentally is the heir of the Fresh and Star Agency, almost every day Aldef spent time in the editing room FS.

"Your offer is still valid, Ri?" ask Aldef.

"A suggestion about you being a model for my photography competition?"

Aldef nodded quickly. "Yes, that one."

"Still," replied Fahri lightly. "Gue hasn't found a fitting male model other than lo."

Both corners of Aldef's lips swooped sharply. Form a smile with a million meanings. "Gue accept your offer."

Fahri's eye bead, which had originally focused on the camera in his grasp, turned quickly towards Aldef. "Seriously lo?"

"Yes. But ...."

"But, what?"

"Gue wants to, Beby's my partner."

Fahri looked at his best friend with suspicion. Two seconds later, Fahri held out a hand. "Deal?"

***

"Lo from earlier muter-muter mulu, nyari what book, anyway?"

I don't know how many times Beby asked Kiran. Instead of answering, his friend kept saying, "Patience."

"The problem is, it's been an hour you muters doang! Pegel me!"

"That's it!" Kiran stepped quickly towards her targeted package book, regardless of Beby's ramblings. "Finally, I got this book too."

"What book, anyway, is that? It's as big and heavy as my life's ordeal" Beby said, glancing over the cover of the book in Kiran's arms.

"This is a recommendation book from my senior. He said, students majoring in Business Management really need this book," explained Kiran, who then stepped casually towards the cashier to finish activities at the bookstore.

While following Kiran's steps, Beby asked, "Pak Gino is busy, huh? Tumben really you ask me temenin. Usually also menemenin prospective husband."

"Yes." Yeah." As soon as their steps came to a halt in front of the cashier, Kiran hurriedly handed over her book to pay. While waiting, the girl turned her eyes towards Beby. "Two days he's overtime. There are projects to be taken care of, he said."

"Lagain, what are you doing in college, anyway?" beby asked, making both of Kiran's eyebrows tangle in wonder. "I mean, your future, right, is clearly bright as the future wife of a Gino Fernando, that is. A CEO at GM Group, a sultan whose fortune will not run out of seven derivatives."

Kiran laughed softly at the mindset of her best friend. His love story and Gino does sound cliche, starting from an arranged marriage. 32-year-old Gino and 21-year-old Kiran are being betrothed to their parents.

At first, Kiran refused. But because Gino showed his love with real action, Kiran was devastated.

Kiran took over the paid book from the hands of the cashier's guard. They continued the conversation as they walked towards the parking lot.

"Emang you think, I go to college so I can continue to work to earn a lot of money, so?" ask Kiran.

"Of course!" answer Beby sure. "If not to get a good job and a guaranteed life, what do college people do?"

Before continuing the chat, Beby and Kiran first entered the car. This topic is quite interesting for both.

"No," Kiran said, just after the red car they were riding in left the bookstore area. "Gue college isn't for that."

Without looking at Kiran, Beby replied, "Keep? Because what? A degree?"

"Gue believed that the intelligence of the child was ninety percent lower than that of his mother. I want to have smart kids later. Therefore, I want to educate myself first."

Beby mangosteen while smiling proudly, amazed at Kiran's reasoning. "May you too."

"Lo himself, why go to college?"

Beby laughed crisply. "Make yourself busy."

"Wow! What a wonderful reason." Pause for a moment. "But why did you study Indo Literature? Passion lo, right, modeling."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, lo narcissistic."

Seeing her best friend outraged, Beby clucked in annoyance. "Haish!"

Suddenly, the phone in Kiran's grasp trembled. Beby who had glanced at the screen of his best friend's phone found the inscription 'My King' there.

"Yes, Brother?"

" .... "

Kiran looked back, making Beby reflexively follow the direction of his best friend through the rearview mirror. There was a familiar black car in Beby's eyes.

"okay." Kiran's voice sounded again. "Yes. I'm down now."

The screen of the phone that had moved away from Kiran's earlobe signaled that her chat with someone across the street was over.

"Sir Gino?" ask Beby.

The girl to his left nodded lethargicly. "Stop now, yeah. Gino's brother is in the back. He wants me to move cars."

"Keep, how am I?"

"Sorry," Kiran said as she let out a sorry look. "If I don't talk to Gino, I can beat him up. You know for yourself, well, people if angry how. Eleven twelve, lah, same hulk."

Beby chuckled softly. "Durhaka you're the same husband."

"Bodo very!" cibir Kiran's.

When it was felt that the car they were riding in had stopped by the roadside, Kiran again said, "Gue doain, hopefully you will quickly get a bright spot about your relationship with Arka."

Actually, Beby was less sure of that. But, for the sake of making his best friend calm down, Beby nodded while smiling briefly.

***

Beby's gaze shifted for a moment on a portion of martabak sweet— favorite food Arka— that he bought on the trip earlier. Beby hopes that, after doing the proposal from Kiran, his relationship with Arka that has been established for two years can find warmth again.

Just as Beby was about to step into the receptionist and ask Arka whereabouts, his bead of eyes caught the figure he was looking for from the opposite direction.

Arka was seen walking down the corridor with a nurse. From the looks of it, Arka and the nurse were like they were going to the ER room. However, despite all that, Beby's heart ordered his steps to move around the figure he saw. Apparently, they were heading to the cafeteria.

How surprised Beby was when he saw the nurse boldly pecking at the surface of Arka's cheek. Moreover, Arka replied with a kiss that landed on the nurse's forehead.

"So, this is why you're avoiding me, Ar?"

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