Let Me Fall in Love
53. Package Delivery

Akbar held back Gita's steps that would come out of his room after handing over a stack of files. "Gita, get Leo here right now!"

"Good, sir." Gita nodded and continued her steps towards the exit.

Akbar rolled his long arms up to the elbows. Today is tuesday. A lot of work needs to be done by Thursday. That means tonight has to come back overtime. Because Friday will not enter the office considering at home will be held a recitation event and the flush of the sister, Aiko.

"What's up, Boss?" Leo who gawked in just like that, immediately approached Akbar who was just about to sit on the sofa.

"Size what Ami's shirt is? What number of shoes?" Akbar sat down casually while crossing his legs.

Leo who almost dropped bo kong on the sofa, snarled and stood up again with a gawking gaze and wrinkled forehead. "Lo wasn't wrong with me? Am I his assistant or his mother?"

"Well, it's not smart to have an assistant. That means you askin the same Tasya. He met Ami. You can guess the size of his clothes. And I don't want to know how to get Ami's shoe size. Don't be suspicious. Because I want to give you a surprise. Want to give dresses and shoes to Iko's wedding." Akbar.

"I'm not smart. But you passed pinter aka oon. Just by the way; 'Leo, ask Tasya to find out the size of Ami's clothes and shoes'. It wasn't like that. Hadeuh kirain was called here to discuss the work." Leo can sit down after polishing his boss.

"Oon ngatain. I'm smart. Simple questions are too ordinary. The brain does not want to think. Call Tasya now. Loud speakers!" Resolute Akbar who can not wait to get the important information. When it comes to shopping, he himself will choose.

The call is connected. Long enough to wait until it is answered.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Tasya's voice over there sounded cheerful.

"Dear relax again, right? I need anu." Leo looked towards Akbar who seemed focused on listening. He improved his sitting position.

"Ouch, Mas. The people count the days. Don't ask for anu again. Stop it!"

"Yes...."

"Emang said the doctor ahead of HPL was good the baby ditengokin his father. But I'm not in the mood. This stomach begins to contract frequently. I can't be agile either."

"Eh, Yes...."

"Mas! Do not use the proposition of rejecting the desire of the husband is a sin. Sicilian. I can't shake it, Papa Leo."

"DORUYAAAA!" Leo patted his forehead. He growled. There is absolutely no word to interrupt because the wife who continues to fuss dominates the conversation. He glanced at Akbar to see the boss's facial expression. Kentara grunts sebal.

Akbar could only close his ears hearing Tasya's absurd sniffle. But it still sounds and contaminates his sense of hearing. "Stop.stop! Why is it during the day that makes it so stifling? Haiss you!"

"Eh, how is there Mas Akbar's voice?!" Tasya's tone sounded shocked.

"It's a loud speaker, yes. You misunderstand me even talking about it. You have a job from the boss. Gini nih gaul same Aunt Mila so hit by a virus reset. Kasian's son Aunt Mila languished. His brain is traveling." At the end of his speech, Leo got a throw of a sofa pillow that hit his chest.

"Oh, sorry-sorry. You said there was need for anu. Kirain anu it ahem-ehem. What task is it? So deg degan nih." Tasya sounded enthusiastic inquisitive.

"Akbar needs info on the size of Ami's clothes and shoes. Send a surprise gift to Ciamis. Baby can you guess?"

"Oh so. By the way, dong from earlier. Size her clothes I can guess. But if the shoes don't know."

"That's why you're Ami's contact, Sya. How do I get that info and don't let Ami suspect."

"OK, cingcay is. When should the info be?"

"Wait an hour from now. Urgent, Yes." Sahut Akbar who was just a listener.

"OK deh. I'm closing yes!"

***

Ami just got off the phone with Tasya. A casual chat for almost fifteen minutes spiced up a laugh. Until he was the last one out of class in the last lesson. There was a loyal Kia waiting for him outside the classroom.

"Yeah, home!" Ami also took Kia's arm down the classroom corridor mingling with other students who were still relaxed playing mobile phones.

"There's still time next month, Kia. Come along and let me have a friend." Ami knows for sure the reason Kia. Of all the classmates, only Kia has not confirmed the participation of the study tour to Jogja.

"Hm, how about it." Kia did not want to complain about the amount of study tour costs for three days and two nights. That's because he thought about spending almost simultaneously where his sister who is Junior High will also do a study tour next week. Not burdening his parents.

"I'm sure you can come. There will always be a windfall that comes unexpectedly, Kia. A fad!" Ami patted Kia's shoulder accompanied by a smile. He grabbed his helmet and hugged his friend as usual at the red light.

Days change. Routine as usual. This Thursday the atmosphere of silence in IPA 3 class because all students focused on the explanation of religious teachers who discuss fiqh. Until the last ten minutes there was a classroom door knocking from the outside.

"Where is Rahmi Ramadhania?" Ask Mr. Khaeruman the religious teacher who stands in the doorway.

Ami with a surprised look full of questions, came forward so a show of hands and the teacher told ahead. There was a picket officer standing outside.

"There are guests who want to meet Rahmi. Waiting now in the principal's room." The picket officer conveys his purpose.

"Whose guest, sir?" Ami frowned with astonished feelings.

"Later in the school principal's room, he's still in love."

Ami said although not satisfied with the picket officer's answer. He asked Mr. Khaeruman for permission first. Then follow the picket officer to the principal room located on the ground floor. The whole road was filled with questions.

"This is Rahmi Ramadhania?" Tommy reassured me first when he faced Ami. Again, he got a task from a big boss to deliver the goods. Second time courier duty.

The headmaster got up from the sofa to give his students the opportunity to receive important guests. Yes it is important, because the guest is the messenger Akbar, the biggest donor in Al Barkah High School.

"Yes, Mr. Rahmi. Whose father?"

"I'm Tommy, Neng. GM Hotel Seruni Lake. I came here because there was a daycare from Mr. Akbar for a student named Rahmi Ramadhania. I have to meet the guy directly." Tommy handed him a cream-coloured goodie bag containing a cream-coated polycadot package. Sent from Jakarta yesterday.

"Oh yeah. Thank you, sir." Ami accepted with a shocked expression mixed in confusion. Though last night an old chat with Akbar. He told me about school work because he was asked. The rest, Panda it tells the preparation of the wedding Iko. I didn't say I was sending a gift. Again give a surprise.

"I'm sorry then."

Tommy's words disperse Ami's daydream. Ami smiled and nodded and thanked him again. He also paid his respects to the principal.

This is the student who is Mr Akbar anyway? GM is package again. There are many staff that can be asked. Wonder.

The voice of Tommy who guessed to irrigate his steps until he got into the car.

Ami carrying a paper bag with hasty steps because he wanted to check his phone. Maybe Akbar has called. Fortunately the class was empty due to the break. It could be interrogated if Sonya Cs sees about him. There was only Kia and two other people talking.

"Mi, who's the guest? Gosh, get all the parcels." Kia headed for her desk following Ami who had just sat down.

"That's.there's her brother-in-law's messenger. Nitip souvenirs from Jakarta for me." Ami replied while opening her phone. There was no chat from Akbar.

Kia nodded. He is not the type of person who likes to want to know excessively about the affairs of others. No more asking.

[Sister, just now there was Mr. Tommy giving me the package]

[Says from Akbar. Really true?]

Ami waited for a reply while peeking at the contents of the goodie bag. But because the card was tightly closed, he held back curiosity until he got home.

[It was a gift from me. If you open again, yes]

[I'll meet first. MU, Cutie 😘]

Ami smiled mesemily reading a reply from Akbar. So I want to go home soon. Want to know what's in that polka-covered cream paper gift.