Let Me Fall in Love
103. Preparing to Go Home

Gita pulls up the chair next to Akbar. Join sitting without being asked. "I just got home from Pangandaran, Mas. Yesterday forced friends to take a vacation. Now they check in here because they want to continue the streets in the lake. They're going home tomorrow. So I'm coming home with you, huh, Mas." Gita with a crisp face.

"Gita, sorry. We can't go home together. I still have business here. Home is night." Akbar reasoned.

"No papa I just waited. The important thing is to go home today. We'll both be in the office tomorrow." Gita looked at Akbar with a look of hope.

"Sorry kepo. This is Mas Akbar, right?" Panji did not hesitate to ask rather than guess.

Gita looked at Panji. "I...."

"My secretary. Her name is Gita." Akbar quickly interrupted. Do not let Panji guess the no-no.

Gita held out her hand to Panji. Introducing the name with a gemulai gesture while revealing a big smile. His introduction greeted Panji with a knotty smile.

"OK on, Mas. I went back first. The conversation was clear. Face your PR, Mas. Don't let me unplug the support." Panji stared meaningfully as he shook hands with Akbar.

"OK, Nji. Greetings to your wife." Akbar hugs with Panji. Staring for a moment the back of his sister-in-law Ami who stepped wide towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

Akbar sat down again in his chair. Grab your phone and call Tommy's number. No need to wait long, GM Seruni said.

"Tom, where's the position?"

"New until hotel, sir."

"good. I'll wait at the Coffee Shop!"

"Okay, sir." Tommy, who was in the basement parking lot, took a deep breath after the call ended. Scratching your head with a grimacing face. "Why so often to the lake anyway boss. My day off is a bother" he grumbled before opening the car door. Even though Akbar told her not to be accompanied, she still felt bad. He welcomed the boss to come. And now he's coming to take off the boss who's coming home.

Entering the Coffee Shop, Tommy was a little surprised to see Gita's presence talking to Akbar. He greeted the beautiful secretary, then sat down.

"Tommy, please help Gita return to Jakarta. He separated himself because his friends are still on vacation until tomorrow." Akbar glanced at his watch. It was time to check out from the hotel to Ami's house.

"Mas, I'll wait for Mas Akbar. I'm not coming home tonight either." Gita. Didn't expect Akbar to give Tommy such instructions.

"Sorry, Gita. I'm here with the yellow. So I can't take any female passengers other than my mom, my sister and my boyfriend. You know that unwritten rule, right? I wasn't clear because there was a banner.

"But you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" Todong Gita who is keukeuh hope to go home together. He is willing to follow his friends on vacation to Pangandaran with the expectation of returning home to one car with Akbar.

"Udah. And now take a walk with him. I live first yes. Tommy's gonna help you, Git." Without waiting for a response, Akbar rushed up from his seat. With a hasty step left the Coffee Shop to his room.

"I used to think Gita was Mr. Akbar's girlfriend. Uh it turns out that the boss's girlfriend is Ciamis." Tommy's words turned the attention of Gita who stared disappointed Akbar's departure.

"So really, Akbar has a girlfriend?" Gita still can't believe what she's hearing. And Tommy's nod made his heart ache.

"Sir Tom has ever met that girl?"

"It."

"Where's she pretty much the same as me?"

Tommy raised one eyebrow. "Every man will have a different point of view, said Git. If I'm told to judge, wait for my wife."

"I asked, pretty where is that girl the same as me?"

Tommy pulled the corner of the lip. As a man he can now judge the character of the Gita. Akbar was not interested even though the woman in front of him was beautiful. "You and the girl are both visually beautiful. But the girl had plus-plus points. It is only natural that an Akbar Pahlavi Bachtiar continues to pursue. Until I go back to Jakarta Tasik."

"Whose name? you know what medsos is?"

"On that, ask yourself the same Mr. Akbar. Because it's his privacy. By the way, so not going home? I want to get the car ready. I need to get back home, Mr. Git. Take the wife's son for a walk."

Gita breathed a rough breath and then nodded. Very disappointed as he felt now. So long wait and hope, should the wait end here? He nodded faintly answering the voice of his heart.

***

Akbar arrived at Mother Sekar's house half an hour late from the initial appointment. It was hampered by the arrival of the Gita. Where he hasn't been packing stuff in his room. But fortunately the delay was already confirmed to Ami.

"Come in, brother." A sweet smile Ami welcomed the arrival of Akbar who stood at the door after pressing the bell and said hello.

"Where's Papa's mom, Cutie?" Akbar sat down while circulating his gaze because the atmosphere of the house felt lonely.

"There's a back. Oh yes brother, was Mama Mila call nitip buyin souvenirs. Tell me to leave with Brother Akbar if you go home. Mama Mila said it wasn't the same sister?"

"No. How much in total, Cutie? I'm transferring now."

Akbar nodded. "Cutie, about the same mother Papa ngizinin no yes. Want to take a walk before going back to Jakarta." He tried to complain of luck because he was still not full of togetherness with his father.

"Hm, I don't refuse. But I'll call you Mom." Ami went away with anxious expectation. Hope to be allowed to ride the yellow.

On the back porch, Ibu Sekar accompanied Mr. Bagja who was making a chair. Utilizing the trunk of a water guava tree that was cut down yesterday because it has not been fruitless for a long time. Just filling up free time. Because I don't feel like just sitting still.

"Mom, there's a guest." Ami sat next to Mom. On the long bench of his papa's work that just settled one.

"Whose guest?" It's not just Mama Sekar who looks over. Mr. Bagja too.

"Mother's ghost candidate." Ami smiled as she raised her eyebrows.

Mother sat in front of Akbar listening calmly to the wishes of the handsome young man who asked permission to take Ami for a walk.

"I'm sorry, Mas Akbar. I can't permit it. Talk at home. Mother will not ban. Ami also cooked. He said that he wanted to eat a meal before Mas Akbar returned to Jakarta."

"Ish, Mother. Why did I get whipped up I cooked. It's embarrassing." Ami covered her face with a stretched palm.

"There was a shy Ami. It's usually a shame, too, right?" Mom glances while smiling.

"Yes, Greetings, Mom. Fall with your son, ma'am." Ami covered her face with a sofa pillow.

The jokes of mother and son that made Akbar chuckle. He accepted the ban on the Mother Sekar. It was already predictable.

"Sister, eat it yuk. It's still warm."

Ami's offer was no longer rejected. Afraid of being ultimatum again. Plus he also missed lunch because he was busy chatting with Panji and then followed by the arrival of Gita. He nodded and stood up. Prepare to follow Ami. "Well, Mom and Dad, too?" tanyanya while looking at Mother Sekar.

"Udah ate it. I'll just go back to the back. Again I made a wooden chair."

Again, Akbar gets a chance alone with Ami at the dinner table. Keep the attitude by choosing to sit opposite each other rather than sitting next to a chair. Afraid of polak colek.

"What's the deal, brother?" Ami's already holding the plate.

"I'll take it myself, Mi. Not yet obligated to serve. I'll marry you later." Akbar smiled knot. Not not to be served. But there was a cctv that made him feel watched.

"Hehe. Okay, let's." Okay." Ami invited Akbar to take the rice first. "What's the difference between rice and Akbar?" He observed the Panda while propping up his chin.

"Hm, what yes. Come on." Come on." Akbar smiled widely with sparkling eyes because of Ami mode on dreadlocks. He waited for an answer while switching to scoop sweet sour shrimp that are large and appetizing.

"If the rice fills an empty stomach. If brother Akbar fills my empty heart."

Akbar laughed crisply. Fortunately, sitting across. Could-can hands want to menguyel-nguyel Ami's head. "Not so eat it ah. It's full immediately."

Ami giggles. "Where is the stomach full of globules. Yuk ah eat. Bismillah..."

***

Akbar arrived at his home in Jakarta at ten p.m. Because I was at Ami's house longer than before. After eating, do not go home. But continued to chat casually in the living room. More precisely help directly Ami make mind map in paper. Progress learning during grade 12 is structured to maintain value. Expect to graduate with maximum grades.

Jakarta Ciamis trip is not a short time. Six hours of normal time. For the sake of striving for blessing, he is willing to sacrifice time, energy, and money. Commercial aircraft to Tasikmalaya do not operate daily. It must be taken by road trip. And he planned to go to Ciamis again two weeks to come and so on until his blessing ticket was won. Fight and pray.

Nine days passed. Tonight Puput got happy news from the family group. Aul has given birth to a baby boy with a normal delivery. Panji posted a video of a blue-covered red baby, whose eyes were twitching. Funny and cute.

Puput gave thanks and smiled widely. Rasya who was kepo since earlier was still a henchman staring at the baby boy video.

"Papa, when are we going to Ciamis?" Puput looked at Rama who was lying down with his thighs. Can't wait to go home and talk to Ami.

"Are you invited, Umma?" Rasya. Afraid behind. The cell phone was saved and he climbed onto the sofa as he lay beside Papa Rama.

Rama chuckles as Rasya urges him to shift. "Umma same Aa and adek want to go first tomorrow is also okay. Later Papa will follow Saturday night."

"Papa beware do not cry left Umma ya! Smooth to be a son of a bitch." Rasya rubbed his papa shoulder.

Rama chuckles. His first child was adorable. The adults are funny and entertaining. "Yes, Aa. Pap won't cry. Can later vc an the same Umma. Titip adek yes. Aa should play nice."

"Asieappp. Aa will play equally well. But Aa's bobona wants to be with Ate Kunti."

Puput who had heard while mesem-mesem, now let loose laughter because the nickname of the new name Ami was not also separated. Rasya was so comfortable saying it.

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