AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 120. DA3A

Amir wrote something on a piece of paper that he had just asked from the event field coordinator, he also advised the designer to reply with handwriting like it

"Please tell her, no need to mention who I am, can you?" pinta Amir when handing the paper to the committee.

"Boleh Mas" he said, receiving a message from Amir's hand.

Up ahead Aiswa is still explaining her second series design dress. This time he used blue. The melancholy music that accompanies it adds to the impression of shahdu along with the soft voice from his lips.

"Blue symbolizes trust and loyalty, relaxation for the soul. Blue gives you peace and makes you feel confident. Deep of the blue sea, like a woman, the more you dive into the deep sea you will find beauty and peace from it. Like a woman, the more you know her, the more you know her, finding the unique thing that only exists in her, the more you fall in love with the depth of your taste."

"I'm smitten by you, under your spell." he concluded. Greeted by applause. (I love you under the influence of a mantra, because the mind is only full of it)

After Aiswa finished, the event was paused again with the performance of the other supporters of the event.

Amir has difficulty finding Aiswa in the standing party crowd that began to be held. The beat music thump further adds to the boisterous atmosphere in the ballroom during the break.

He tried to keep looking and asking the committee but they said that the team designer he meant was briefing.

"Mas, who from LN is finished or not? can I see one of them? there's something I have to make sure of."

"They are briefing Mas, just wait for the manager because usually you want it to be all perfect .. They will also perform once again," he pointed at the lights that turn ON ON above the closed room door.

"Wait where are you?"

"Outside Mas, this should be Mas Amir can't come in here, just because the participants so while I'm allowed, please Mas at the staff exit." Koorlap sends Amir back.

Almost an hour Amir waited for him there according to the direction of the committee. Until the event ended he did not meet any of the designers who had performed. As the field coordinator flashed, Amir held back his steps.

"Mas, old ko huh? until it's done not come out?"

"Well, did Amir wait for them to come out? ga through this path Mas, vvip through the north, directly to the parking area," he replied feeling misperception.

"Say, I'm waiting for the manager not to be there, too" he said.

"Sorry, who are you going to see?"

"Little A, is there?"

"Recently back in his kayak, susulin to the parking area north of Mas, hopefully have not left before still interview I see."

Amir rushed to get there according to the direction of the field coordinator. His hope suddenly disappeared again to find the page was empty. Only a few news reporters were still present there.

He leaned his back against one side of the wall, closing his eyes while regulating the roar of hunting breaths as the heart rate rose.

His phone vibrated with a distinctive ringtone to call his sister, Naya.

"Sister, where? if you're still near the Queeny stand, can you ask for help?"

"What Nduk?"

"I forgot, this morning Mega was asked to deliver two hijabs on Danesh's order to Hotel Santun, one block from the 200 second-floor room venue ... Mega just got to this."

"Ok, it's packed, right? I just take it with me," he said.

"Yes already, it's under the note table yaa, purple goodie bag," he added.

"I take Nduk, you rest, it's eleven o'clock in the night ... Maira's fussy?"

"Yes this is already sleeping, wake up because of forgetfulness was fit Mega enter the room .. be careful brother."

Amir sighed, looking at the clock on his wrist. If not Naya who asks maybe he will hire a courier service to deliver packages owned by customer Queeny.

With a half-tired body, he returned inside. When he was about to turn to the stand, his steps were intercepted by the event committee who gave him an envelope.

"Mas, this was the answer to the question during the performance ... Where's Amir going?"

"Oh yes thanks," he said to receive the object that was thrust on him, when intending to open, the event committee reprimanded him.

"Mas, sorry to close ... Where's Amir going?" ask him again.

"Oh Ok .. I want to go to the stand to take something that belongs to the customer who is left behind, can still?"

"May, let me accompany all the last sweeping, please Mas.." he said, asking Amir to continue his steps.

Amir brought a purple goodie bag in his hand away from the location, coincidentally in front of him has lined up conventional taxis.

"Sir, can you please take us to Santun Hotel?" he knocked on the car's glass door.

The driver nods his head from inside the car while unlocking the rear passenger seat. Before long the vehicle with a distinctive blue color was driving according to the purpose of Amir.

Fifteen minutes later.

After confirming to the receptionist, Amir headed for an elevator that would take him to the second floor of the hotel with a classic feel typical of British colonial era ornaments.

"Beautiful hotel choice," she said slowly.

Netra tired him down the hallway with the room number he was looking for.

"This is it" he added, opening a message sent by Naya about the existence of the customer.

Geck. Geck.

Silent.

Silent.

While from inside the room, Aiswa who had just arrived was reluctant to open the door. When the knocking sounded a few times. Joanna was not with him.

His weak body he forced to get up, with a shaky step, he headed to the sink to wash his face hoping his face was fresher to provoke his energy to return faster.

Geck. Geck.

"In a moment" he said in response to the voice maker on the doorstep of his room.

Geck. Geck.

Silent.

Amir's feet that have been very sore feel much more tired many times while waiting for the occupant of the room did not appear.

"Yes for a moment, I was washing my face first" cried Aiswa from inside her room toilet.

Geck. Geck.

"Oh my goodness, so long ... don't you know what if standing here for five minutes is like five weeks?" Amir shook his head.

Unable to stand it anymore, he pulled over leaning his body against the wall next to the door.

Cclack.

Aiswa opens the door, but she doesn't see anyone there. His heart was upset, and the door closed again.

Brakkk's.

"Geez, it's so bad, I'm here when I don't see it." Amir grumbled beginning to provoke emotions.

Geck. Geck.

Aiswa held in anger, her hands clenched beside the body squeezing the sides of her robe.

With a stomping step and a rough hand pull on the handle, he opened the door of the hotel room with the remaining energy.

"Who the hell, nosy bang-," Aiswa was stunned when she saw someone before her.

Amir was surprised that the closed door was opened violently, silently pecking after his head looked up to see the face he so longed for.

"Ais-wa, rohi?"

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