Don't Call My Name
Forgetting Purpose

The idea of the stage concept realized by Belle and the team is indeed no doubt. The decoration in the middle of the Mall is indeed very interesting visitors. Aesthetic and luxurious, but still accentuate the brand characteristics of Zara.co. simple and more have pastel colors.

Not only are there bags that will be launched, but there are also several games, give away, beautiful photo spots and attractive flagship product promos.

“Is there any more family to look forward to, Mom?” ask Belle to Zara.

“Not there, Bel. From now on only the show,” replied Zara. Because he has seen his mother-in-law and sister-in-law in addition to important guests such as Ms. Rakasiwi and her fellow artists.

The speaker began to sound. Belle opened the show soon.

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullah ....

“First of all, we welcome you to Mall Ci******* East Jakarta in order ....

“As a person who always believes in the greatness of Almighty God, it is appropriate and appropriate we always throw praise of gratitude to the Presence of God Subhanahu’taalla, so that we are always justified, for only by His grace and grace can we gather in this very harmonious place ...”.

Next to the stage, there was Mauza who had come from nowhere, poking the younger brother who was standing in front of him so that he made the girl look questioningly.

“Someone wants to see you now,” says Mauza slowly.

Zunaira followed his brother's line of sight. Right back there, there was a man smiling at him and nodding his head as a sign that this was indeed their plan.“Why such a coincidence? Though I was looking for a way to meet him.”

“But I'm afraid that until Mama finds out, Sis ..” said Zunaira after a while of weighing.

Mauza pulled her hand to get the girl away from the location, “No papa, responsible sister. Come meet him.”

“Still, Brother.” Highlight Zunaira's eyes softened. His body language shows love.

“Ya, hurry!” to reassure her even more, Mauza nodded and smiled.

After Zunaira leaves with Sammy, Mauza is aloof near the information section. He invited the security who was there to just talk so that he was not too bored waiting for the two of them.

So she did it so that Mama thought they were going together.

“Ujan-ujan gini good to drink what, yes, Mbak?” ask the security who is nearby at this time.

“Minum beer, Sir,” Mauza origin reply.

“Beer is in your arms, teaching me what comfort, perfection, love means .. haaaa ..”

“Yeah, it could be that the Father is even joking!” Mauza laughed.

“Create sleepy medicine. I'm a bit sleepy this, from the morning keep the door.”

“Why to be guarded, Sir?” cananda Mauza's. “Fear of being carried by ants?”

“Can aja ...” The mouth of the father seemed to be yawning. “Mbak why even sit here nemenin fathers like me? Mbok ya go to the dalem, do not want to see the artist, or cogan-cogan.”

Mauza smiled, “I see the artist almost every day, sir. So already gumoh.”

“Moso?”

“Ber, I'm the brother of Ustaz Ray, his wife Kak Zara.”

“Ah time? The real ah!” The man did not believe it and even thought that Mauza was just joking like that.

“Lha, if not really emange piye?” finally, Mauza followed the Javanese language medok as well.

“Beda, Mbak ...”

What am I doing for? His mind is a little upset.

In Mauza's heart thought, is there perhaps no resemblance in him to Ray, or other members of his family for example, so that sometimes this face is so distinguishing?

Not once twice, even Mauza is often considered someone else when traveling with his own mother.

Mauza admits she is not the type of woman who likes to take care of herself. What is fashion? What is make up? Body goal? He doesn't really care.

Is it because this also causes him to be single at his age which is said to be quite mature?

I don't know. Mauza was lazy to think about it. For him, the main thing he must do in this world as a living being is worship and do good, as God commanded. A fool with appearance problems because Mauza believes, there will definitely be men who accept what is someday.

Now he looks at the clock. Thirty minutes have passed. His heart began to worry, why did his sister not come back yet?

While elsewhere.

“We go back there, yuk! I'm afraid my mom is nyariin. Brother Za was also waiting for this. Pity if he is also the one who will even be the target,” Zunaira said to a man with narrow eyes in front of him.

Sammy replied, “OK, but right, huh? You're starting to enter the office tomorrow.”

“Iya, Kak Za said so. Don't forget to unblock it.”

Zunaira. His heart flowered like a person who was in love in general. The two returned from behind on separate roads to avoid suspecting their meeting.

Now Zunaira can breathe a sigh of relief because this problem is clear. He had apologized for Umar's words last time, and even more pleasant, the two were able to connect again.

Sammy: see you tomorrow. If you are not busy, I will take you to lunch tomorrow.

As soon as the DM Zunaira received while staring at each other from a distance. He then replied:

Zunaira: okay.

The heart marks from Sammy are tucked away as a cover for their conversation this time around. Her smile grew even more so when Sammy gave her a kiss from that direction.

Zunaira immediately contacted her brother to ask her whereabouts now.

“Kakak in the information section, nih. Same Fatherck-Bapack,” he replied from across, “has finished?”

“Udah .. sorry yes, Brother. I'm too long.”

“Ngak papa.”

Calls are closed. After they met, the two immediately returned to the location. The atmosphere was still crowded when they returned. No one seemed to have noticed their departure because the situation seemed safe.

♧♧♧

The next day, Zunaira had already started to enter the office. The girl looked beautiful, neat and fresher than usual when she met her family in the morning.

“So good looking to first work today?” vita's insinuation to the child.

Zunaira replied enthusiastically, “Iya, Ma. I'm very seneeng.”

“Thank you for giving up on your sister,” Yudha said to her second child, “you make Papa proud.”

“Same-sama, Pa.” Mauza smile.

Especially today, Zunaira was escorted by her own papa to the office. I don't know why the man was like heavy to take off his son this one to work.

“Don't be too tired, yeah. Eating regularly and not to get dehydrated,” Yudha reminds her youngest child when they arrive at their destination.

“Iya, Pa.” Zunaira greets her papa. Then down and in between by security to the intended floor.

Just like Mauza some time ago, he was also introduced by old financial managers to other staff, including Sammy, and then given a stack of documents to learn.

But this kid is completely different according to the old financial manager. Because Zunaira is not like Mauza who is more agile and more talkative. So he had a hard time teaching her.

“It's not like this, Ms. Nai. Kan, I explained earlier,” he said correcting the results of the report that Zunaira had just worked on.

“Oh, something's wrong huh, Bu?”

“This arrangement is still a lot wrong,” sahutnya again, “you yourself know what are not the tasks of the financial manager anything?”

Zunaira.

“Owalah, what did you major in?”

“Economy,” answer.

“Your message is a bit of trouble, this is not your field,” says immediately. But it is actually easy if Zunaira is experienced he thought. Unfortunately this child does not know anything, even to bring himself alone, he looks still lacking confidence.

“Alright, I have to be more patient like.”

After she left, Zunaira bit her lower lip. There was an uncomfortable feeling he was feeling and could not express. The first day of work, the girl came home in a bad state.

He had almost forgotten what his purpose was to go in there, because it was all meaningless now. Zunaira.

Sammy: this afternoon I had lunch together why not?

Zunaira: tomorrow-tomorrow, brother.

Sammy: why?

Zunaira: no papa.

Sammy: how are you weird, anyway?

Zunaira did not reply. He closed his eyes. His head started to turn back again.

Seriate.

Save the vote for tomorrow, yeah!