Let Me Fall in Love
38. Mind Mapping
Akbar smiled at the greeting from there. A sweet and cheerful voice typical of Ami. "Guess where I am, Cutie?" He answered the greeting.
"Well, come home, brother? It's in Jakarta, right?" Sahut Ami sounded excited.
"Who said?" Akbar gave a smile despite not being seen by Ami. Since Ami's birthday, he no longer communicates. The remaining two days in London are focused on meeting with the CEO of a travel startup company there who invites cooperation.
"The number is Indo. I save the name of Akbar Tuh 'Panda'. Let it be safe to get someone else's mouthful." Ami giggles.
"It can be." Akbar chuckles. "I just got home last night at 1. So still the face of the pillow. I want it vc but I don't care. Though MU." He stood up while stretching.
"Hihi, but do it again. Kak Akbar's face is like a sprite ad."
"meaning?" Akbar held a smile. I'm sure Ami started to fight.
"nyegerin. Hehe."
"Haha." Akbar laughed loosely with the nose of the fireworks. Fortunately, I was on the balcony of the room. Free expression. "Amiiii." He growled with anxiety after being satisfied with laughter.
"Kang Kang. Eneng sincere from Akang who nyulik. All this time Eneng SMP." Ami is increasingly deliberately teasing Akbar.
Akbar shook his head while chuckling at Ami's sulking speech. If others see it, it may be stressful. Laughing and talking to yourself without being seen sticking a cell phone in the ear. "What's the abbreviation, Cutie?" Ask with the rising level of anxiety.
"Himself Harbors Feelings. Hihih." Ami giggled at being held there.
"Don't worry, Mi. Not SMP but BRI." Akbar spoke in a serious tone.
"What kind of a BRI, brother?"
"Both Feel It." Akbar smiled knot.
"Cie, Brother Akbar has pinter bales." Ami laughed while clapping.
Akbar chuckles. He had guessed that Ami would think a joke. "Termi-Ami effect becomes spontaneous can be bales." It can also reason.
"Hihihi, Brother Akbar can. Oh yes Brother, the conversation must be easy first. Time to go to Padepokan with A Zaky. Training for a match preparation."
"OKAY. The spirit of training is yes, dear. Many people support you. Include me." Akbar took a sip of his coffee while waiting for an answer from there which was suddenly quiet.
"Y-yes. Thanks, Sis. Assalamu'alaikum."
Akbar smiled faintly at Ami's nervous reply. He answered the greeting and the connection ended.
The day changed monday. Leo and Gita stand in the lobby with a security guard to welcome the arrival of Akbar's car which slowly stops in front of the lobby of the office building. Sigap security nodded politely as the supercar's door opened to the top and the CEO exited the steering wheel door and handed the key to him.
Leo lined Akbar's steps that walked quickly to the elevator special higher-ups. Gita walks gracefully in the back. The secretary's gaze was always fierce if he saw a woman who passed by and looked at Akbar with a look of adoration. No one spoke until the three men got out of the elevator.
"Leo, go to my room first!" Akbar's speech broke the silence as Leo was about to part ways in the upper-floor corridor.
"Ready, sir." Leo answered formally and followed Akbar's steps into a spacious, clean, tidy, and fragrant room.
Bugh.
"Darkl." Leo held his stomach. A fist landed on his stomach abruptly and startled. "Hey, what's my fault?" He glanced at Akbar who was shaking his waist in front of him.
"Lo why send a link to Mama not confirm first? I have a Mind Mapping about love of my life. And there's the steps. Now again enter in step two, and lo jump to step four." Gerutu Akbar vented his frustration.
"It's most theories. Do not confuse it with business mapping. About love, slow moving addresses stabbed others." This time Leo was able to dodge when Akbar was about to shake his shoulder.
"This is Ami. The Mama commented 'beautiful but kinyis'. And this is my PR for lobbying many parties. Understand lo!" Akbar had clenched his fists again looking at Loe who was now grimacing.
Akbar snorted then walked towards his seat of greatness. "Lo want to come to the wedding Panji no?" He switched the discussion while turning on his laptop.
"Supervous dong. Tasya wants to eat at Mother's Dapoer. Despite the myth, I'm so afraid my son was born ileran." Leo pulled the chair in front of the boss. Sitting there.
"good. There will be an important task for you there. Ask Tasya for help too. Step 2 missions must be successful." Akbar could smile at the sight of the next week of his time at Lake.
"I told you, I'm the front-runner. From the time of Ami SMP even I have been matchlangin. Lo it's a ruler's kayak plate." Leo twirled the chair while sitting relaxed.
"SMPS. Haha...." Akbar suddenly remembered Ami's words on the phone yesterday. SMP, Self Harboring Feelings.
"An jirrr. Early in the morning it's bad." Leo shuddered and got up from his seat. Eyes that speak if the boss is mired in romance. "Stop, whoa! The Gita is coming." He reminded Akbar after hearing the door knocked. It's time for the secretary to deliver today's work agenda.
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The day seemed to jump. Time is rolling so fast. That's because the days are filled with useful busyness. There is no room for laziness in any case for people who value time.
"Bar, snot! Abis Magrib we go to the lake. You don't come home late. You see, Mama wants to see the Panji flush show. Tomorrow starts at nine. Want to know the difference between Sundanese and Javanese traditional watering. If Akbar same Iko kan siraman his wear Javanese custom. Oh yes, Aunt Ratna also ngajakin Mama will be present at Aulia flush event. It's two o'clock. So. Mama's face must be fresh. Must get enough rest. So later on the road Mama should sleep. Don't get the panda's eyes." Cerocos Mama Mila focused attention on Akbar who was stirring coffee. Breakfast became a moment of togetherness with her husband and two children. Because after breakfast, you can meet again at night.
"Yes, Mum." Akbar replied with patient intonation. It's the third re-broadcast for three days in a row. Who wants to get married, who wants to get married. That's Mama Mila.
"No one's going to have a crush. Don't think of appearances." Sahut Papa Darwis casually while stirring black coffee made by Mama Mila.
Mama Mila glared with a fierce face. "Papa watch out. Later there we do not join ya. Pretending not to know. Mama wants to meet Pras. Remember the same Pras? She is a widower. He said he was invited by Anjar. I booked a room in Seruni for two nights, he said. Uh, it's exciting to see an ex."
Papa Darwis. Mama Mila's reaction was beyond expectations. He immediately summed up the wife's shoulder and put on a sweet face. "Mama don't misunderstand me. I mean Papa, Mama will not have a crush because Papa will be possessive. Papa will hold Mama. How can this beautiful woman be snatched by the ex." He also gave a kiss on his wife's cheek.
Mama Mila turned shy. She looked at Papa Dervish and kissed her husband's hand. "Let Papa be old, Mama's love is timeless. Just for you."
"Hm, if Papa is old, Mama is also old dong. We're as young as we are together." Papa Darwis spoke cautiously and cautiously. Fear of offended wife said old. His wife likes to be sensitive if she sees a fine line appearing on her forehead.
"Hihi yes anyway. But Mama is still dating, young. Isn't that right, Pa?" Mama Mila patted both of her cheeks. And a smile and nod was answered by the husband.
Akbar and Iko looked at each other and compacted the head bobbles. It is common to see Mama who sulked and ended Papa who became a coolant. On the one hand feel happy to see the harmony of his parents.
Akbar left for the office with a driver in a premium MPV car. Because today's agenda there are two meetings outside the office of all mass at the Istiqlal mosque. Notif the message was heard when the car had passed the security post of the housing complex.
[Sister, can vc? 🤭]
Akbar smelled a smile. For a moment think and glance at the driver who is focused on staring at the road ahead. No problem, he thought. He put a cell phone in the phone holder in front of his chair.
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Fyi, Bestie
KARTIKA's story at Fz's house is over. Who haven't read, I stopped by because there will be a sequel.
🎶 Hijrah my love strengthens my reason
To be a better human being
But when His light came to pick me up
Where I might run
A piece of the lyrics is suitable to describe the life story of Citra and Banyu . His past made readers up blasphemy and berate maki 😁 But that was it. Readers now turns to darling and protests Author for making up his story.🙈
Baeklah..two people will start their own love story. Will unite? Don't know. Just look forward to..waiting list is still a long release. So, in order to feel it, for those who have not read KARTIKA recommended read first. Let me know who Citra is, who Banyu is. Take and receive salary. 🏃