Belonging to Mr. Fridge Season 2
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"Ca .. Are you angry with me about yesterday?"

"Not Dr. Aldy," I replied as I walked into the building.

"Why not take a taxi?"

"Not a taxi, Om Riki's car is also the driver."

"O-oh .. I guess a cab."

"No, no" I replied with a slight smile.

Before entering each student's classroom, Aldy and I went to the principal's room first.

Everything was finished, one by one room we entered, "Where if one room one person only Kak? Let's get it done faster" I suggested.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Not so."

"All right." Aldy walked into the room next to the class I'm on foot now. Let it be, it's up to him.

I went into the room that already had his homeroom, one by one the names were called with various plays.

However, I laughed. They are so cute and adorable, finished today at 1pm. I immediately ran towards the parking lot.

"Sir, find a mosque or a musala near here, yes!"

"Good son of Caca."

[Sister Aldy, sorry I didn't have time to wait or say goodbye. Caca went home first because she had not prayed to eat either] I sent her a message so that Aldy would not look for me later.

I can't wait for a reply, the important thing is that I've told her. The car stopped in front of the mosque.

"Sorry, you don't pray?"

"I'm a non-Muslim boy Caca."

"Oh, okay. I'm out first" I said and got out of the car.

***

"Prepare the plane ticket."

"Wo-wo .. How sudden, anyway?" farhan asked looking at the man in front of him now.

He pointed his finger, "Certainly, why?" tanya Farhan frowned an eyebrow looking at Riki's finger.

"You don't see my fingers hurt?"

"Yes, isn't that common?"

"I want to treat it."

"It's just a small wound, stay in the adorned plaster instantly healed."

"You are!"

"Eh, yes, Mr. Riki. Mr. Riki wants a ticket to America for sure, right? Whoa...a very far away doctor Mr. Riki."

"Why indeed?"

"No-no. How much do you want the ticket?"

"Do you want to come?"

Farhan stared at Riki with a happy face and eyes that automatically looked in shock, "I just asked, not that I would invite," Riki replied quickly.

Making Farhan snort angrily, "Basic, PHP handyman," Farhan murmured softly.

"Have you bought the ticket?"

"Here you go, Mr. Riki's leaving in the afternoon."

"Well, handle all the work here."

"Riap Mr. Riki."

"If you're bored at the boarding house, you can go to my apartment."

"Is there food?"

"Enough for a week."

"Indeed, Mr Riki will be there long?"

"The plan is I'll run the store again there."

"Opening a new branch?"

"Yes, that kind of thing."

"Hmm .. okay. But it's not 2 months, is it? Remember Mr. Riki, that there's a wedding event."

"Whose wedding?"

"Mm.m ...."

"Just calm down, I'll get her married if that's what she wants. It could be, that man was very short of money."

Riki got up from his chair, closed the laptop and stuffed it into his bag, "I'll get ready." Remember the clock is at 2 pm and he will leave at 5 pm.

Walking towards the parking lot and riding up the front bench, "Cil, I miss you riding in my backseat," said Riki staring at the back seat.

'Om slow'

'Ih ... Oh, that's so flirty!"

'Emang deliberately 'can you buy a high motorbike? Let Caca not ride?'

'Basic, mode!'

'Ihh ... mode is really this Tuir!'

Suddenly, Riki's memories go back through 4 years ago. When he and Caca are not as far as now, the lips without him knowing immediately lifted when remembering.

He put on a helmet and split the crowded streets at high speed and hopefully high caution as well.

Up to the apartment he immediately got ready, brought some documents also did not forget and cleaned the apartment.

"Farhan, pick me up" Riki said on the phone.

"Well Mr. Riki," Farhan replied.

[Baby, are you in the apartment or at Mama's?] One message came in, Riki just looked at it.

'Hmm .. if I say in the apartment could-could fail to go and if not I reply instead he came directly here later. Mending I lied, once in a while, Riki stared at the message from the Diva.

[Home] After sending the message, he immediately came out of the room at exactly 4 p.m. The obligation has also been carried out has been a bath.

He was dressed in all black and this time, he wanted to wear a hat that he rarely used.

"Why long?" riki asked as Farhan got out of the car and wanted to help put the suitcase into the trunk.

"I'm sorry Mr. Riki, it's the clock home so the streets are jammed."

"Well, run the car immediately because I don't want the woman to know about my departure." Riki got in the car first and Irga immediately ran into the driver's seat.

"Sir Riki, if later your Mama asks you where should I answer what?" asked Farhan in the middle of the journey.

"Jawab only I have business."

"If asked how long?"

"Say you don't know. Oh, yeah, one more. I will deactivate the Indonesian number so that Mama or Diva cannot contact. So, you just call from the American number, yeah."

"Good Mr. Riki."

While at Mama Riki's house, Mama was watching television in the living room alone.

"Assalamualaikum Aunty," greeting someone who just entered and made Mama turn her body to look at the person who entered.

"Waalaikumsalam Diva," replied Mama with those who hugged each other.

"Here, sit."

"It's Auntie, Diva brought you a super good cake. Family Diva subscription."

"Yes, geez. Why bother, anyway? Thanks, yeah."

"Yes, Aunt. Equally," replied the Diva while looking towards one of the rooms.

"What did you see?" ask Mama who realized.

"Where's Auntie?"

"Huh? Riki's? She's where she's here."

"But he said again at Aunt's house."

"Maybe he meant to come here next time. Try to call me."

"Oh, yeah, hang on, yeah," Diva said and called Riki's number, "can't do it, huh, Auntie?"

"Can't why?"

"I don't know, he said it's out of reach."

"His phone's dead time."

"Hmm .. could be, anyway," replied Diva with a disappointed look.

"Yaudah, we eat the cake first, yes," she smiled, "bik ...."

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

"Here, please serve, yes."

"Ready Mistress."

"Eh, how? Did you buy a cover ring?"

"Udah dong, Aunt. Look, here!" Diva shows off the ring she bought with Riki.

"Excuse me madam" said the driver who had come in their midst.

"Yes, what's wrong sir?"

"That's in front of the courier package."

"For whom?"

"Say for Mr. Riki."

"Jude, just a minute."

Mama also rose no less also Diva who wanted to know what package came, Mama Riki took the package from the courier.

"Who's Aunt from?" ask Diva who can not see from whom because it is held by Mama Riki.

After reading the name of the sender, Mama Riki stared at the dapan, "Caca."