
Firo woke up from his dream. He saw the clock was showing at eight in the morning. On the couch there was no Medina.
It was Sunday, as usual Medina must have gone out of the house Firo thought.
Firo was ready to come out, that day there was a promise he had to keep.
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Medina exits the house while Firo is still asleep, insisting Medina convince the waiter who followed her from yesterday not to follow her out of the house.
"Stop, don't follow me!" medina exclaimed to the two maids who often followed her.
"But Miss, Mr. Bram will definitely be angry if there is anything with Miss" denied Mr. Bram's bodyguard.
"I won't do anything!"
Medina then thought hard how to get out of the house itself.
When he reached the gate of his house Medina immediately took a thousand steps and quickly pulled the hand of Shaka who was waiting for her in front. Though the plan is he will go to his parents' house or to the shelter.
They both ran very fast. The two maids who were chasing him to the point of not being able to catch him when they were already invisible in front of the two servants eyes.
The two servants did not know that they were both crashing under the bridge.
"Exactly run you, Miss" said Shaka set his breath.
"Ha. haa. than I caught the two men," said Medina.
"I thought you were kidding to wait for me in front" he told Shaka.
"If I had promised it would be impossible for me to deny it" Shaka replied.
"I was going to go back to my house, but since you've been waiting, how about I take you somewhere" Medina asked.
"It is with pleasure Miss," said Shaka.
When it felt safe, they both decided to go out. They walk in tandem.
"Why did the two servants follow you?" ask Shaka.
"The servant was Mr. Bram's man. I think Mr. Bram is too much against me" said Medina.
"Maybe you are very special to your husband so your father-in-law is so worried" Shaka said.
"Of course." Medina shrugged both of her shoulders.
"Can I ask you something?" ask Shaka.
"Ask what?" While walking leisurely they talked.
"Are you really pregnant?" Shaka hears rumors that Medina is pregnant.
" Ha. haa... Do I look like a pregnant woman?" Medina responded with a smile.
"Mr Bram was too quick to draw conclusions, Yesterday I just caught a cold. I tried to explain but Mr. Bram sent me two servants instead"
"Thank God that's not true" Shaka said.
"You don't know, you remind me of someone" he said.
"You mean?" Medina kept walking.
"Your face is very similar to my fiance, Shinta" he said.
" What? you think I look like your cat!" Medina hits Shaka's shoulder.
"Auuuu,"
"You look so much like my fiancee, her name is Shinta not my cat. The cat I purposely named Shinta, so that I could recall Shinta my dead fiancee"
"What did your engagement die of?" ask Medina curiously.
"He died of cancer" Shaka said, looking sad.
"I'm so sorry to hear that"
"But now Shinta is back" Shaka said as he watched Medina continue to walk beside him.
"Maybe my face is indeed a market time huh! many say my face looks like someone I don't know" Medina said as she stopped the bus in front of her.
The two of them boarded the mini-sized bus, as the seats were full they both finally stood up.
Shaka, who was riding in public transport for the first time, felt this was his new experience. Shaka tries to hold back his kiss because he feels that the person next to him is very smelly, not to mention jostling with a thick-bodied person.
The girl on the bus did not stop watching Shaka. They were amazed to see Shaka's handsome face like a bule.
The bus was speeding.
Ciiiit...
Suddenly the bus braked suddenly, Medina's unyielding hand held the handle apart.
Their gazes met each other, Quickly Medina immediately stood up again. The people on the bus saw it, probably thought they were lovers.
"Cie, Romance" a girl in pink shouted at him.
Medina's face was suddenly red from embarrassment.
The bus stops right at the stop they are heading to. Medina quickly invites Shaka to get out.
Then they walked again quite far.
"Finally up, too," said Medina pointing to the arena playing in front of her.
Medina only thinks Shaka is a friend.