
This afternoon I was getting ready to go to the hospital, but when I opened the door to get out of the house, my steps were held back, I saw my mother talking to Bimo on the porch.
"Ah, this is her child, it seems to be ready" said my mother as she pointed at me.
I smiled stiffly, because I felt confused by the presence of Bimo who arrived just had a close chat with my mother.
"Let's go!" take Bimo, who said goodbye to my mother and take me with her immediately.
For a moment, I guess yesterday Bimo didn't say he was coming to pick me up, or did I forget something?
But it feels like we really have no agreement at all, then what was Bimo chatted with mother, ah,,,, what,,, don't let Bimo say no or lie about our relationship like he did to his grandfather, it could be this bad, I mess in my heart.
"Well Bimo, be careful on the road and give my greetings to your grandfather," said the mother, using the show titip tip salam all kinds again, very familiar, deh!
Bimo nodded. With finally forced I relented to go with Bimo, because I did not want to argue in front of mother, I followed Bimo's steps after saying goodbye to my mother.
"Why come to pick me up? I can go on my bike!" my protest when we were just the same was sitting in Bimo's luxury sedan car.
"Whoever passes by, after all grandfather will suspect if you come on a motorcycle," he said, then explained that his grandfather had now returned home this morning, so he was afraid that his grandfather would suspect that we didn't come together.
Ah, I think--- just make a geer! Appearance apparently because of that, I'm a little goiter because I think he came to the house to pick me up it was because I was worried about me, considering last night I came home late, late, it turns out the reason is because for the sake of the charade to look more complete in front of grandfather.
"At the same time I can't call you to tell your grandfather's return" he said again giving me a logical reason, as if to tell me 'Don't geer, deh!'
"Oh that, I haven't had time to buy a new phone," answered me, who even remembered that I haven't bought a replacement for my broken phone, since yesterday I did, right, in the hospital until night, where he had bought, now he also had to go to Bimo's house again.
On the way, Bimo stops his car at a famous mobile phone store.
"Come, look late, you buy first, in this day and age the phone is important, what else for you who like to go alone on a motorcycle, so if there is anything easy ngabarin,!" seriously said.
"ish, why are you even cursing at me like that?" to be honest, I was wrong to call Bimo by what name, sir or what, while if you call him by the name you also sometimes feel a bit uncomfortable considering he is far above me.
"Not cussing on you, that's the name of watch!" ngeles.
I went into the booth with Bimo, I picked and bought a cell phone that was exactly like mine that was broken, Bimo only noticed me without any protest or comment.
"I think children your age usually choose a phone that is sophisticated, cool and contemporary, but you instead choose a phone like that," occasionally glancing at my busyness that was dismantling my new phone and entering my old sim card that I kept in my wallet, in between the seriousness of driving.
"My age? How old are you?" ask me suddenly intrigued to know.
"30" he replied casually.
"I should have called you Om!" I half mocked.
It is true that his age is far above mine, our age difference is 8 years.
"If I may ask, you call me Bimo mas just as you normally call me in front of grandfather, sounding more comfortable in my ears" he said.
"Hemh," I replied with only a dullness.
"Kok hemh, do you mind?" her question, her confused face with a wrinkled forehead even makes me anxious with this one mas mas.
I don't know what it's like for me to be tempted by it, but ever since I betrayed Alan, I've never been interested in a problem that grazes like or something like that.
"Yes mas, I don't mind," I replied pretending to be pretentious relaxed, even though my heart is not relaxed at all.
"Then what do I call you?" he asked back.
For God's sake I want to answer, 'Call dear, like the call I used to use in front of my grandfather, ' but it can only be said in my heart hehe.
"Call Nisa!" answer me, my mouth does not let the heart express the desire in my heart.
Mas Bimo was seen nodding his head in a sign of understanding.
Finally we reached the luxurious house of Bimo mas, this is the second time I set foot in the luxurious house.
It feels like my heart is upset again when I remember the treatment of Mas Bimo when we first met in this house, because it was also because I lost my job.
"Why?" ask Mas Bimo who seemed to see the change in my face.
"If you remember this house I feel upset because I met you in this house I am unemployed now" Omel I am upset.
But Bimo actually smiled thinly, making my irritation evaporate just like that when he saw his smile that teased the faith.
"Sorry, at that time I was having a lot of problems and emotions, so you were the outlet of my anger," he said lightly.
"Hey,, I'm sorry, but it makes people unemployed!" my great-grandson.
"You can work at my place, I just happened to buy an apartment that I will redesign, for me to sell again, I leave it to you to design it, if your job is okay, if your job is okay, I could consider designing my other property," he said, making me happy not to be a bitch.
"really? Is Bimo serious?" Ask me enthusiastically.
"Yes, just think of this as my apology, too," he replied making me jump for joy without me noticing.
"Well, what's the good news, huh? How come Grandpa wasn't told?" Grandpa Surya who came to welcome my arrival by sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by a housekeeper who at that time had met him.
"Eh, this lady who was here yesterday and-" has not finished bi Nani finished her sentence, Bimo has snatched the words of her housekeeper.
"Yes, who came with me to this house yesterday," was seen Bimo slightly widened his eyes towards bi Nani, who seemed to be confused.
I just kept quiet and watched them all.