
"It looks like I have to meet him, let me wonder if I'm answered with this father's legacy." Friska.
Friska took her cell phone on the nightstand and turned on her phone.
Apparently there have been about 10 messages that entered into his chat account. Friska opened the green app to see, who sent her this many messages?
Again and again, Felix Erina Davkaza was the perpetrator. Friska had guessed from the beginning, if the man was the one who sent Friska the message was not clear that much.
Friska also let her, after all she was too lazy to reply to messages from Felix. There is still more important business than having to reply to messages from the man.
Friska began to squeeze some numbers over her phone screen and then hesitantly pressed the green button to call the number.
1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds to 5 seconds no answer from there. But just as Friska was about to turn off the sound from her cell phone call, someone's voice had already lifted.
"Yes, Hello?" Friska was silent, her heart was beating twice as much. I don't know why he's suddenly nervous right now.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Oh yes. Hola... Uh! Is it true that I spoke to Mr Movic?” Ask Friska doubtfully
"Yes this with me. Sorry who am I talking to?" Said the man who Friska believes his age is not far with his father's alm
"Oh introduce, I am Friska Kamila Adiwangsa. The daughter of Ujang Adiwangsa" replied Friska politely.
"Ohh you're Ujang's daughter, I guess who" Movic said, chuckling.
"Ah yes sir, sorry if I disturb you. Do you know my father?"
"Not be so formal to me Friska call me Om only. Yes, I know your father. He's my best friend."
"Ah not really, I happen to be on a break. What's the matter?"
"Ep... Look Om, I just found a letter from my late father and the contents of that letter Dad told me to meet you if he was gone. And also in the letter, I found the number Om that my father wrote. Do you know why my dad told me to see Om?" Friska asked carefully fearing mispronunciation.
Silent for a few seconds, there was no reply from Movic. But before long, Friska heard a sigh from there.
"Friska, are you busy tomorrow?"
"I'm not busy, Om, tomorrow is Sunday anyway so I don't have any schedule"
"Then meet me tomorrow. You can?" Tawar Movic
"yes Om. I-i can. Where can I find Om?" Ask Friska enthusiastically
"On my house only. I have my wife and children too. So you're not too awkward to meet me later"
"Okay Om, thank you. I'm sorry I interrupted Om" Friska said politely
"What's wrong. I'll send you my home address. Ok? You better rest now. It's not good girls sleep too late."
"yes Om. Again, thank you" said Friska
"Together, then I close. See you tomorrow" Movic said
"iya Om”
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