Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 2

After work, Mr. Faisol went straight to his wife. He immediately recounted the incident at the office when Boss Ammar called in his room. His wife who was more innocent than her husband also listened to all the stories very carefully. He doesn't want anything to be missed. Mr. Faisol also said that the boss' room was nice, big, fragrant and certainly very cool. Then he continued, Boss Ammar is handsome face, anyone who sees must be immediately interested. Sure with a little lebay. Mr. Faisol's wife immediately imagined, imagining the face of the actor in the senitron that often aired on the tivi station of flying fish. His face began to smile to itself. Seeing his wife smiling, Mr. Faisol stopped his story.

“Buk!, what's wrong with you?” his wife immediately blushed in embarrassment but was still dumbstruck. It still seems to be lost in the fantasy-filled realms of imagination.

“Buk!” Jerk Mr. Faisol. His wife immediately stuttered to realize he was imagining far away.

“Eh sorry Sir! Ibuk is picturing the face of Anjasmara.” Answer his wife innocently.

“Who is he? So you're having an affair with another man? How dare you betray your loyalty, Buk!” Mr. Faisol clenched his hands into the air.

“Ah this father, don't let it ah.”

At the end of the story he asks his wife, just like the Ammar boss.

“Did Ki have a girlfriend, Buk? Asked Mr. Faisol seriun while looking at his wife's face.

“Bapak has promised to give an answer soon. If you can tomorrow you have to face the boss as early as possible. Don't let Ammar's boss be disappointed.” Mr. Faisol is so fiery.

“Buk, please inquire to Ki.” Pinta Pak Faisol pleaded.

“Alright Sir. Listen carefully my husband! Ki once told mom that he didn't want to date.” Mr. Faisol gasped.

“Because he doesn't want a lot of hurt hearts he said.” His wife continued later.

Mr. Faisol was bearded with his wife's answer. He himself did not understand the mind of his son. Why so many hearts are hurt. Ah already! Instead of being confused, he better gripped bitter coffee made by his wife.

“Where is Ki now, Buk? We have to ask him directly.” Said Mr. Faisol.

“Shortly, Sir! it looks like it's in his room.”

Mom knocked on Ki's room.

“Ki!” there's no answer.

“Ki! Have you been sleeping? Isya has also just finished. Why sleep this afternoon? Are you sick, Ki? Ki, answer!” not immediately getting an answer, his mother opened the door of the room that was not locked. He saw Ki was praying. He waited while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Ki just finished his prayer.

“What's up, Buk?”

“Ki, I want to talk to you, Son.”

“Tell me, Buk. What's up?”

“Can we talk outside only. I've been waiting there.”

“Good, Buk. Ki wants to fold mukena first.”

Mr. Faisol was already waiting in the middle room. Ki went out with his wife.

“Sit here, Ki.”

Ki followed Mr. Faisol's direction. His heart wondered what his parents were doing. Why is it so strange. Isn't every day weird. But today was really stranger. Then Mr. Faisol told about the incident in his office earlier to Ki. It's a little hyperbole. But Ki understands very well how the character of his parents is.

“Ki, help Father, Yes!” tomorrow I have to answer immediately. I promised Boss Ammar I'll give you an answer soon.” Ki is still confused as to what his relationship with his father's boss is. Neither know.

“Ki answer honestly, yes Nak!” why is this father. Ki scratched his head and then nodded.

“Did Ki have a girlfriend?” Ki jumped in shock.

“Jawab it Son enquiry Mr!”

“True, Ki. Answer that! let your father's business quickly run.” Ki took a heavy breath. Looking alternately at the face of his parents who were so innocent.

“Kan told Mom once. Ki doesn't want to date. Many hearts will be hurt.”

“No, Sir. Father does not believe. Ibuk also said what.” The two husbands and wives are getting mixed up everywhere. Ki is getting more and more clueless.

“Ki welcome to room yes, sir, Buk? Ki tired of taking a break.”

“Iya, Son. Rest up. May you dream beautiful”

Ki nodded with a smile.

The next day Mr. Faisol left for the office with a feeling of joy. He had Ki's answer. Hoping this morning Boss Ammar called him. Pacing him in the barn. The clock is showing at 08:15 a.m. Though at 08.30 he had to send goods at the market turi. He racked his brain whether he should see the Boss in his room. But again, he had no courage.

Ammar has been in his room since morning. He could not wait for a response from Mr. Faisol. It's really nervous. Do not let Mr. Faisol have departed, he murmured in his heart.

“Son.”

The manager of all affairs faced quickly.

“Ready, Sir!”

“Today there is delivery?”

“Siap. Ada Pak to market turi at 08.30.”

“Then please call Mr. Faisol.”

“Siap. Now, Sir?”

“Hem.” Ammar.

“Pak, come with me fast. Boss is waiting.” Son's orders.

Hearing the name of the Boss mentioned, Mr. Faisol immediately ran towards the second floor. Even Son lost fast. Understandably when young Pak Faisol was a champion of running level RT. Mr. Faisol knocked on the door of Ammar's room.

“Please sit down, Sir!” Ammar invited Mr. Faisol.

He already knew that his boss must have been waiting for his answer. So without question, he immediately conveyed to Ammar.

“I've got an answer, Sir. Even from Ki himself.” Said Mr. Faisol enthusiastically.

Ammar was very happy to hear the chauffeur's words.

“Forward, Sir!”

“Ki don't have a girlfriend, sir. He said he didn't want to date, because he didn't want a lot of hurt hearts, he said.”

Ammar chuckled could not help but laugh. He stood up while clenching his hands.

“Iyes..iyes!”

Mr. Faisol saw his boss's behavior while gawking. Why is his boss so happy. He should be shouting horee. He wanted to capture this rare moment. He reached for the cellphone in his pocket. Ki should know. Wife too. But unfortunately there are no evil cameras in his old hape. Understandably he only has an old brand phone that has boomed decades ago. Mr. Faisol just swallowed. He himself did not expect, behind the attitude of the cool and authoritative Boss Ammar, it turns out to hold a very important and massive silliness. Ah that language? I don't know Mr. Faisol only mimics people who are smart to argue on television.

Ammar realized how childish he was. Then he sat down smiling. He did not dare to see the face of Mr. Faisol who still looks shocked with all the action. He returned to his cool attitude.

“Thank you, Sir. You can continue the work again.”

As usual Mr. Faisol said respectfully. Ammar looked so happy this morning.

“Son.”

“Ready, Sir.”

The manager of all these affairs always quickly responds to the call of his boss. That is why he has always been kept in his position to this day. I don't think it will be replaced by anyone.

“Say to Ema to order rice a number of employees.”

“But it's not Friday, sir. Did you forget?” Usually on Fridays the office gives free lunch.

“I want thanks today.”

“Good Sir. Ready to do.” Son rushed to see Ema, the finance staff.

Not long after that Ammar just remembered to ask something very important to Mr. Faisol. He scratched his head because he had forgotten. Why suddenly loading.

“Son.”

“Siap Pak.” He stood before Ammar.

“Pak Faisol! Ask for help call! Very important.”

“Siap Sir. Execute!” Understandably Son is often the leader of the ceremony while in school.

Not five minutes later he turned around.

“Sorry Sir. Mr. Faisol left ten minutes ago. Maybe not far away. What to tell back?”

“Hadueh.” Ammar looked disappointed. Seemed to be thinking heavy. Son watched his boss mimic.

“How, Sir?” Son can't wait for an answer.

“Try contacting first until where!”

“Ready!” Son appears to be pressing a button on his phone screen. Not long ago it was connected.

“Still in Gasoline Pom near here, Sir.”

“Hemm.” Ammar.

“I asked Mukhlis to come there following to replace Mr. Faisol. Later Mr. Faisol use Mukhlis motor to here.”

“You're smart.” Ammar said he was satisfied with Son's idea. Ammar admitted Son is smart to provide solutions even as if he can read his mind.

Fifteen minutes later, Son brought Mr. Faisol to Ammar.

“You can leave us, Son.”

“Ready, I wait outside Pak.” Son came out of Ammar's room.

Mr. Faisol looks nervous and groggy. He sat waiting for Boss Ammar to speak.

“Pak Faisol.” Ammar started carefully. This time his words seemed dignified. Mr. Faisol raised his head slowly.

“Let me propose to your daughter for my wife.”

Ammar's voice was shaking. So too with Mr. Faisol. He immediately jumped from shock at the instant of fainting on the chair.

“Pak. Mr Faisol.” Mr. Faisol did not move because he had indeed fainted.

“Son..Sooon!” ammar panicked.

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