Let Me Fall in Love
28. I Like You So Much

"c it....JEALOUSY." Akbar intentionally sulked. Changed put on a sour face with a little down staring at the table. Want to test Ami's attitude next.

"Hihihi, it turns out my brother if sulking even funny huh. His face is like a watermelon." Ami still kept her chin up watching Akbar's face from the side.

Akbar turned his head while still putting on a sour face. In his heart actually wanted to laugh because it seemed like Ami started to issue a fighting style. "Mi, where there's a funny watermelon. It's funny like a doll or a clown."

"Semangka is not just any watermelon. I'm a watermelon to you, brother." Ami smiles at the dikulum. So that the dimples on both cheeks are visible.

"What means?" Akbar finally couldn't bear to smile. Ami has not given meaning. But he had imagined the meaning would be sweet.

"Semnakes. The longer the more you like." Ami covered his face with both palms. Hiding from the gaze of Akbar who was now laughing.

"I'm not wrong I called you Cutie. Gemesin know not." Akbar rubbed the top of Ami's head while growling with anxiety.

The face behind the palm was now heating up. With a warm heart and rustling because of the touch of Akbar's hand on his head. Ami was more embarrassed to show the face that was now meeting. Until the sound of the phone rang. It was his chance to neutralize his feelings and normalize his facial expression when Akbar received a phone call.

"Yes. Okay. Bring it here now!" Akbar answered briefly. Put the phone back in his pocket.

"Mi, when are you going back to Ciamis?" Akbar looked at Ami who had just pulled out the phone.

"Tomorrow, Brother."

Akbar frowned. "Why rush? Not yet in school, right?"

"The story is gini, Dapoer Ibu tuh began to open branches. But the concept of the cafe, the idea of Aul Tea. Saturday will be soft opening. That's why I'm going home tomorrow with Kung Teh Puput. Next Saturday again the cafe will be used the event of the Aul Tea with Kak Panji." Obviously Ami.

Akbar. "Oh yes, yesterday Panji has been confirmed, already deal want to use ballroom hotel Seruni for wedding. Of course I'm glad to hear that."

Ami widens her eyes with a crisp face. "I don't even know about it, brother. The link is from Akbar now. Oh yes later the same marriage proposal, Akbar is in the family entourage Kak Panji, right?"

"Well, what does Ami want?" Akbar raised one eyebrow.

"Ish, I'm going to go back to her name." Ami throws lips.

Akbar chuckles. "Color hanging, Cutie. If anyone expects me, I will come. As usual, I stay in Jakarta. Just send a gift for the wedding." He noticed the expression on Ami's face, which was now smiling.

"Sir Akbar is coming yes, please!" Said Ami with a sulking voice and eyes full of pleading.

"The wood has to wear a pantun!" Akbar put on a cool face. Though his male instincts are provoked by the seductive voice and the rambunctious lips that tempt the faith.

Ami shook her head. "If deliberately told to pantun, can not. It's spontaneity."

"Fine is smart. Sure can!" Keukeuh Akbar's.

"But don't be ignored. I'm being groggy. Brother Akbar patapnya in front of sakura. Come on!"

Akbar laughs. "This is what I like about you, Mi. Plain, what is." He said in his heart while obeying Ami's will.

"In the onion there are mites. It was carried out by Hajj. Brother, I'm waiting for you. Next month at Panji's wedding." Ami giggled while smothering her mouth.

Akbar. Smiling wide and sweet and looking at Ami's beautiful face with clingy. "What did Ami not do. I'll come for my sister, baby. God willing."

For a moment the gaze locked onto each other and threw smiles at each other. Then there was a knock on the door. Equally surprised. Akbar rushed to the door.

"Thank you." Akbar received a small paper bag from his man. He also closed the door again.

"This is a gift for the class champion. Keep up the feat yeah, Cutie!" Akbar kept the paper bag onto Ami's lap.

"Sister...." Ami looked at Akbar with a gaping mouth. His tongue suddenly got an unexpected reward.

"Today I said, give the gift later if I meet. Uh now accidentally meet." Akbar stared warmly at Ami's face which was still shocked.

"You have much, brother." Ami smiled widely while holding a paper bag on her chest.

"Together, Cutie. Open the prize first. If you don't like it, it can be exchanged. Mump is still here."

Ami according. Open the paper bag and take out the contents in the form of a box with the iconic A logo. The contents inside the box made him dazzle. A watch with A design and brown leather strap looks elegant and fashionable. Famous watch brand from Munich Germany.

"Sister, this must be expensive." Ami extended the watch to Akbar. Shaking their heads because of the snarl.

"The expensive one is the one who will wear this watch. Do you usually wear a watch on your left or right hand?" Akbar took over the clock. Wearing it in Ami's hands.

"Left hand." Ami Sahut. Yang did not refuse when Akbar asked for his left hand and immediately put the watch in his hand.

"match it." Akbar smiled as he put his thumb and index finger together to form the letter O.

"The clock is B. If the value used is triple C." Akbar was also pleased to see Ami who was satisfied with her gift.

"What does that mean?" Ami propped up his chin again, waiting for Akbar's answer.

"Cutie Beautiful Cook." Sahut Akbar accompanied by rarity.

"Idih maksa is very abbreviated." Ami laughed crisply at Akbar who grimaced his face. The private room that was only filled with two was warm by laughter.

It's getting dusk. It was magrib time. Ami was forced to separate to return home.

"Actually still at home. I will fly again to KL tomorrow. Ami also returned to Ciamis. We're dinner first, Mi! Tell me the same Teh Puput, meet Kak Akbar in the mall." Akbar tries to seduce Ami by putting on a sad face.

"Still full, brother. Just had a meal. I want to go to the mosque and keep coming home. Later we can continue calling, chat, or vc an again. Yuk ah out. The danger of tandem continues. We have to be guava!" Ami lowered her legs. Prepare to wear his shoes again.

"What's the blue, Cutie? There is an abbreviation." Akbar chuckles. There is entertainment again. He also grabbed his shoes.

"Windcloth. Keep faith in your heart. That's the main capital to survive the afterlife. What's right, brother?" Ami stood up. Staring at Akbar who was tidying up his suit.

"I like your quote. And I like you so much. We're going to mushola with ya!" Akbar stared at Ami's face which turned blush. Walk side by side towards the mushola in a carefree mood. After performing the magrib prayer, he delivered his Cutie to the lobby of the mall, waiting for the driver who pulled the car out of the basement.

"I'm first, brother!" Ami waved as the car stopped in front of her.

Akbar nodded. "Cutie, I used to forget to eat when I was busy. Don't forget to remind me every day!"

"Ish has a spoiled sister. Behind this mah. I'll remind you to wear toa." Ami poked his tongue out. He opened the passenger door.

Akbar chuckled and waved back as Ami lowered the windshield down. He also replied to Ami's greeting.

"Pregnant...Amis. You still seem confused to conclude the feeling. Think of me as a brother or a girlfriend. Okay, Cutie. In time, we'll be clear." Akbar put both hands in his pants pocket. Smiling faintly stared at the car that was carrying Ami until it disappeared from sight.

Akbar was slightly startled as he twisted his body. There was a Gita standing up and was looking at him with a difficult to interpret gaze.

"You're coming home, Gita." Within seconds, Akbar changed his warm expression with Ami into a dignified expression before his secretary.

"We're here one car, Mas. Go home and have to be together again. I just finished shopping. Deliberately waiting for you to finish the second meeting SAME FRIEND." Gita puts emphasis on the end of the sentence. He also lifted the shopping bag he held. It was told Akbar to go home first after a meeting with a Japanese client earlier. But he wondered who the friend the boss meant at the second meeting. He saw the teenager again.

"OKAY. Get the driver here. I'm going home." Akbar did not want to be prolonged in response to Gita's remarks.

Without being told to sit down, Gita immediately contacted the driver. Until not long after the car came to pick up.

"Mas, can I know who that girl was? It still seems to be High School." Gita opens the conversation in the car. I feel outside of work hours. Free to call Akbar with non-formal calls.

"Yes. He's Rama's brother-in-law. Another school holiday in Jakarta." Akbar switched focus on typing a message for Ami.

[Cutie, if you've reached the cabarin house!]

Gita silent. Wants him to keep poking. What Akbar did while alone with the pubescent teenager. There was clearly something different about the way he looked at his boss. " Gestur Mas Akbar and the girl were like people dating again," said his mind while glancing at the boss who had a heart like an iceberg. Frozen. Very difficult to approach the women who spread charm. Including himself. His attention was only considered to be the duty of the secretary.

"Mas, do I need to stay at your house so that tomorrow I can take you to the airport. There's Aiko with Aunt Mila and Om Darwis, right? I miss them. I haven't seen you in a long time." The Gita breaks the silence by launching a mode of approach.

"Do not go to the airport. Tomorrow, Leo will be back again. Titip aja office. Don't be late! It's the same as giving examples of time discipline to other employees." Akbar Assert. He chose to lean his back against the back of the backrest with his eyes closed.

"Yes, Mum." Gita locked mouth. He knew Akbar's habits. Such gestures indicate no longer to be disturbed. Is in need of rest. Up to half the travel time was passed with silence.

Trings. A notif that is able to move Akbar's eyes to open and rush open the phone. All that did not escape the attention of Gita who sat in the seat beside him.

[I'm at home. G'nights. Close your eyes and dream about me, Panda 🙃]

Akbar gave a smile with a frowning forehead.

Akbar : [Who's Panda?]

Ami : [Sweetest nickname for you 🤭]

Akbar rubbed his warm face, and stopped cupping his lips to hide his wide-eyed smile. What a sweet call. But also curious to know its meaning. Won't be asked now. Situation and condition not supported. He continued to close his eyes. A moment to rest a body and mind that is tired by work affairs.

"G'night. Close your eyes and dream about me, Panda." That speech was imprinted in Akbar's mind. Follow the rest of the journey for another 40 minutes until you get home.

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