Don't Call My Name
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“Beauty is based from the heart not from appearance,” Mauza responded to Umar's statement just now, “but in my opinion, with Alma's more closed appearance, he said, that proves that she is more beautiful than Sarah.”

Mauza patted Umar on the shoulder, “It is desirable to marry for worship, Mar. Not for the others. Believe me the same Papa, he can not choose the wrong person for his son's life companion.”

“Yaaa ..” Umar replied with a lazy tone. Then show his phone that is ringing, “Tuh, lads call you! So, everywhere you go, bring HP. Go far away just bring the body doang. Ntar if there is anything or want to buy anything how?”

Mauza received her phone, but it's dead. “And there's you, Mar. Later if you want to eat or snack just ask.”

“But don't be expensive if I don't want to leave for guarantee.”

“Ih, Si Umar mah, meni stingy pisan. Never changed before!” Mauza. He reached out to Umar's ear so that the man shouted.

“Aaa! Pain, pain, pain! I'm driving stupid!” Umar rubbed his ears that felt almost want to be dislodged. Red next door.

“It used to be that way too, tired I helped at the Cafe. Back up employees who are on vacation hoping to get a percentage of you because I need it again. Uh, once done even just in the doang meal treat. Damn you, Mar! You if someone else had I kicked the bird so it can not fit planting.”

“That girl, yeah. The stale ones continue to be exposed. Pantes life never calm,” reply Umar occasionally turned to Mauza who was vengeful to him.

“Kayak your life is calm, Mar. Your people are also a lot of problems.”

“Dah ah, mumet me. And a phone call back The Itchy Ants. He's on again, tuh. Dah needs you times. But watch out, yeah! Even so, I do not want to be repotined especially in order to turn the direction. I was halfway through. Wrong itself follow.”

Mauza rolled her eyeballs. Oh, dearGod. Though he already knew, life with Umar was indeed full of threats. But he kept getting close to her. Never been kapok.

Mauza immediately called Sammy back. The man's contact was named The Ant. Yesterday Ray's cell phone contact he named Tukimin, now Sammy in the name of The Ant by him. Hadheh.

“Hallo!” sammy's on the other side of the phone.

“Ya, it's me.”

“Yank, which orange color is my shirt? Same belt, bag, same charger cable dal*m pants which color ijo where, Yank?”

“Yeah, Sammy!” Mauza was upset and immediately closed the connection.

He thinks Sammy will either apologize to him for last night or persuade him to go home, after finding out he left with Umar. Apparently, the man called her just to ask for her stuff. Ughhhh! Really ngeselin. It was then followed by the man next to it, again.

Njir, means from last night he was just angry alone?

What a little bit of that, huh? A woman's problem in a man's eyes?

It's free for me to be angry, Mauza's mind writhing.

After a few dozen minutes of driving, Umar and Mauza finally arrived at a complex that was classified as very private. The place where some of the rental houses owned by his parents. It costs a year, some almost reach the forty to fifty digits. In accordance with the current level of the Indonesian economy.

However, all of that is not as beautiful as many people imagine, because they always calculate from their gross income only. Because income and expenses are sometimes not appropriate because there is something they have to fix. This can make them pour unexpected funds. Moreover, the value of the rupiah in this day and age is increasingly meaningless. No more chicken noodles one bowl of ten thousand like in 2020, because now they live in the 2040s.

“Why haven't I been here, Mar? Still beautiful yes, the place,” muttered Mauza watching around. Umar himself was walking towards him. “We go to which house, Mar?”

“That's ahead of you,” Umar shows a luxurious house in front of which there is a small child playing ball.

“Ih, no dedek gemesssh.” Mauza approached the boy, tearing his cheeks. “What's the name, Adek?”

“Axel ...”

Axels? Isn't it Axel ...?

Umar. That's Axel Sarah's son. What's the kid doing here?

Umar gasped for a moment. He was so surprised to find the woman here. His chest cavity seemed to narrow so that he could not breathe air easily.

Not until there, Umar was also increasingly cracked when he caught up with a man who he thought was Damian. The man Sarah used to call when she was with him.

“Oh, so you guys want to refer? Why not tell from yesterday?”

“Iya, Mum?” the boy approached and grabbed his Mum's hand. In a split second, Axel was already inside the sling.

Shit, Sarah's face seemed calm even though there was Umar in front of her. Or is it deliberately pretending to be calm, so as not to be suspected by Damian for the safety of his relationship?

“Oh, any guests apparently? Are you the owner of this rental house?” the man named Damian asked Umar who was silent. “I was escorted in by a guard. He says, he is your confidant.”

“Iya, Sir,” Umar politely replied.

“I fit this house perfectly. Unfortunately there is a flow of water that is still damaged resulting in many walls that leak. So even though I have sent down payment, we have not been able to occupy it,” the man filed a complaint.

“Good, let me check first.”

Damian invited Umar and Mauza to go in there.

“Damn it, if I knew the house would be rented with Damian, I wouldn't rent it!”

The name reported by the guard is Erick, without him knowing if behind him there is the name Damian. And Umar did not realize that because he thought logically, was he the only one named Damian in this vast part of the world?

“Mar, you're fine, right?” Mauza worried about her twin who suddenly changed attitude. Still obvious even though he tried hard to hide it.

“I'm fine, Za,” replied Umar lied. Shame that he had to be blunt.

After checking, they also came out of the house to meet the guards here. His name was Mr. Jamal who happened to be waiting for him to give him a report.

“Barusan already I check, Mr. Jamal just contact three artisans. Later when it is finished contact me again, yes,” Umar told the man.

“Iya, 'A. Ready.”

Damian came closer and asked, “Could you guess when it's finished, Mr Umar? I hope you finish it soon because my house on the other end is quite a mess. We may not stay any longer. Much dust.”

Umar followed Damian's forefinger to a building not too far from where he was standing. The house looks to be in the renovation phase.

Yes, Damian deliberately rented this place so that their move was not too far away.

Why did this meeting have to happen when Umar started to forget the woman? Even by chance, they occupied the house that Umar rented? Isn't this a bitch to him? However, expelling him would also be impossible. What does the world say?

“I try as soon as possible,” replied Umar did not give a definite answer so as to make Damian jerk him.

“Iya, when? Obviously enough. Don't beat around. I've been waiting too long for this.” The voice of the man sounded very firm. Kaku seems like the guy. Oh, it turns out this kind of man is being judged by Sarah? Until it makes him unable to move on?

“Mas!” call Sarah trying to remind Damian not to be too rude to her. “Sorry yes, sir ...” this time, Sarah is staring at her ex-boyfriend and sister of course. Saying casually to them as if they never knew each other.

Hmh! Umar grimaced slowly.

“One week is done,” replied Umar looked ordinary. Do not want to be provoked because it can make the atmosphere so uncomfortable.

Both went from there. There was regret in Umar's heart. Why did he have to come here? The arrival that made his heart tear again.

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