Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 3

Son jumped out of his chair. Ammar reflex calls move his body to respond quickly to the source of the sound. It doesn't matter if he's still connected to someone on the phone.

“Any Pak!”

Ammar looks panicked. His eyes hinted at confusion without making up. Son knows what to do. It can be relied upon under any circumstances. His facial expression never changed. In a state of panic, funny, angry he remains consistent. Flat. Son hardly ever laughed or got angry. Like humans in general. Son is very characterful. Cool, sprightly and deft.

Ammar everything for Son. After Allah and His Messenger. If Ammar says it immediately it means it must be quickly irrefutable. If necessary, he will run. Although many gazes were exposed to see him, he did not care. For an Ammar he would do anything. Ammar is the reason he should obey. Ammar is not a disrespectful man. Son has made all of Ammar's affairs easy. It is not excessive if Ammar appointed him as the manager of all affairs.

Son raised Mr. Faisol's body almost without objection. Before working for Ammar, he was a pelvic floor porters in the market. Let alone the thin body of Mr. Faisol, rice one quintal only he was able to bear while half running. Ammar saw Son's action with a stunned look and amazement.

“Ck.ck.” Ammar clucked.

“Mr just relax here. I'll secure.” Ammar still did not blink. As if bewitched by the heroic actions of Son.

Son carried Mr. Faisol out of Ammar's room. The eyes of the employees outside followed Son's steps. He kept walking no matter.

“Why Mr Faisol?”

“What is this?”

They seem to be wondering about each other. The situation was not pleasant for a Son. He immediately put Mr. Faisol's body on the sofa.

“Stop the noise! Don't take care of what's none of your business. Go back to work!” son's words instantly silenced the mouths of several employees instantly. They were already approaching. Be them back in order.

“Lis, please white wood.” Erlis whose position is closest to directly looking for the object in question.

“Tan. Please make warm tea!” Tania immediately rose to the kitchen. His eyes glanced at the friend next to him.

“GPL-CZ. No old use.” Said Son firmly. Erlis and Tania moved quickly according to the manager's instructions on all matters.

Erlis rolled her eyes at Tania. While Tania sneered so that her lips formed an arch.

Son rubbed some parts of Mr. Faisol's body with white wood. Especially the nose and forehead. Loosen his belt and take off his shoes. He also massaged several parts of Mr. Faisol's body related to the nerves of consciousness. Although not for long, he had also worked in reflexology on his neighbor who opened a stall near the market. After graduating from school, Son worked odd jobs. Whatever the origin of money and halal, he did. His parents are very poor. So he had to fight with all his might. Anyone is impressed with their work. It was not long before Mr. Faisol opened his eyes. Son smiled faintly as Mr. Faisol's eyes circled the room. Mr. Faisol is trying to recover some of his memories.

“Minum first Sir!” said Son.

Mr. Faisol obeyed Son's orders while giving thanks in his heart. He was very thirsty. A glass of warm sweet tea can make his body more comfortable.

“Pak Manager, can you explain to me, how can I sleep here?” Ask Mr. Faisol.

Son scrunched his forehead. Then Mr. Faisol continued his words.

“So I had a dream, Boss Ammar proposed to my daughter. If it really was. It turned out to be just a dream in broad daylight.”

Mr. Faisol chuckled. Son raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be thinking hard while having a beard.

After feeling fit, Mr. Faisol said goodbye to Son to continue the work. He had no reason to linger. During this time Mr. Faisol was known as a hard worker and disciplined.

Son rushed to Ammar's room to give an updated report.

“How is Mr Faisol's condition?” Ammar asked Son who had taken a sitting position in front of him.

“It's back to work, Sir.”

“Good. Did he say anything?” Ask Ammar.

Son remembered Mr. Faisol's words earlier. He has to deliver to Ammar. No more and no less.

“Pak Faisol said that if he had a dream, Boss Ammar proposed to his daughter. If it were true, he said.”

“True he said that?” Ammar smiled as he shook his head. Son observed the mimicry of his boss.

“Son. Tell Mr. Faisol. This time you have to be careful. Don't let him pass out again.” Son brought his face closer. Putting the ears well.

“Any Pak!”

“Tell him, it's not a dream.” This time Son stuttered.

Even though Ammar conveyed this slowly, it felt like he was bitten by a scorpion. His eyes did not blink. Proving that he was in complete shock.

“Son.”

Ammar's voice resuscitated him for a moment. Son patted his own eel. Just now what he heard, was really real not a dream. Never had he felt this comfortable. He did not know what reason Ammar wanted to propose to Mr. Faisol's daughter. For the level of Ammar should be able to get an equal woman.

“Siap, carry out!”

Son came out of the room with a strange feeling. But soon that unimportant feeling was pushed aside.

Son met Mr. Faisol in the warehouse arranging the goods. He took a deep breath while thinking. Ammar said he remembered very well.

‘Must be careful not to faint again.’

Therefore he took the initiative to invite Mr. Faisol to the cafeteria. While drinking tea and eating fried food can be more relaxed. Something he rarely does. Son always seemed serious.

Mr. Faisol followed Son by tailing behind him. Son took a sitting position opposite to Mr. Faisol. Of course Mr. Faisol was confused by the attitude of the Manager with a stiff face. During his time working here only this time he could sit and chat with the manager of all this business. Some employees looked at Mr. Faisol with jeoeles's gaze. This is the point for Mr. Faisol. He feels like an important person. When else can I have coffee with the number two person in this company.

Son started the conversation with a pleasantries. It is not wrong Ammar appointed him as the manager of all affairs. He can always carry out his mission perfectly. Mr. Faisol seemed to be enjoying. He told her various things about his family in a fiery manner. His wife is innocent and kind. Then switch to his daughter, Kirana. He also recounted when Ammar asked if his daughter had a boyfriend. Sometimes Son jumped and held back laughter. It should still look cool. Then Son mangosteen. I don't know what he's thinking. Only he and God know. Mr. Faisol still did not realize what Son meant to bring him to this place. Son finally knew everything. The tip of his lips was full of meaning.

It was time for Son to deliver his boss's message. Not difficult because Mr. Faisol already looks relaxed. However, Mr. Faisol still stammered in disbelief. After conveying to Mr. Faisol, Son seemed to be quietly waiting for a reaction. It was unexpected that Mr. Faisol stood up immediately. Son was waiting for what this middle-aged man would do. Mr. Faisol immediately prostrated himself in gratitude on the canteen floor. He did not care about the floor was the former shoes of people who passed by.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Alhamdulillah Yes Allah.”

Said Mr. Faisol repeatedly. He sat up and raised both hands up.

Son stroked his own forehead while shaking his head. Some employees who were enjoying the food stopped. They looked at Mr. Faisol and Son in turn. His facial expression is difficult to describe.

Mr. Faisol asked Son's permission to leave. His heart was too happy. He had to convey to his wife and Ki immediately. I can't wait for the afternoon. Good news cannot be delayed. Son agreed. Whatever for the good of Ammar he will support all-out.

“Let me asap, Sir!”

Meanwhile Ammar in his room seemed unable to concentrate. He hoped Son would do his job well. But until twenty minutes passed, Son had not returned to his room. It's not unusual. The manager of all affairs can always run the task faster. Usually not for five minutes, he directly faced it. Ammar started to fury. He rubbed his face violently.

A few minutes later Son was in Ammar's room. As usual, his face was flat with no expression. Ammar has no idea what happened.

“Sit! How?” ammar asked impatiently.

“Ready! I've done as ordered.” Answer Son calmly.

He also said that Mr. Faisol was returning home to deliver this news immediately to his wife and Kirana. After that, it will immediately give news. Ammar seemed very satisfied with Son's work.

“You can come back. Thanks for today.” Ammar.

“Siap. You don't have to say thank you . That has become my duty.” Son replied, turning around.

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Upon reaching the house, Mr. Faisol immediately parked the motorbike on the terrace. Half-run he entered the house. Even forgot to say hello.

“Bouk! Buuk! Ki! Ki!” Mr. Faisol's voice boomed deafeningly.

His wife was performing the dhuhur prayer on the fourth rakaat. Her husband's call, made her have to speed up her prayer reading. He has been trying to be solemn. Mr. Faisol kept calling. After greeting his wife immediately jumped out of the room. While the mukena is still attached to his body.

“What the heck sir, kok screaming like chased by demons.” This forty-five-year-old girl.

“Buk. Buk. Where's Ki? Ki!” mr. Faisol's breath was wheezing

“Hadeuh Sir. Why the hell?. Sit first!”

his wife menggedumel while taking a glass of water in the kitchen.

“This drink first let focus.”

“Sueger, Buk!” said Mr. Faisol. His wife smiled.”Yo clear.”

“Now Father a good story. Just take a breath. Comeing! Some more! Keep going! Up to three times.” Mr. Faisol followed his wife's orders. He's starting to look calm. His hand held his chest that rose and fell.

“Mr will start the story.” Mr. Faisol paused for a moment. His wife looked at her husband's face, waiting for the words of the man who had been with her for twenty-five years.

“Bos Ammar will propose Ki, Buk!” mr. Faisol's words slid quietly. His wife was shocked not to get stuck. Mouth open. Her eyes looked at her husband without a blink. It was as if he could not believe what he had just heard.

“Paaak! Can repeat again. Repeat, Paaak! I want to hear it again.” Said his wife with teary eyes while shaking Mr. Faisol's shoulder.

“Bos Ammar wants to propose to Ki, Buk!” He'll be our daughter-in-law.” His wife immediately sobbed.

“Finally my dream has materialized, Mom! I used to think that Boss Ammar married our son. Apparently Allah granted.”

“Ya Allah.thank you Allah.” Pekik.

Mr. Faisol was very moved and hugged his wife. The two husbands hugged each other for a while. They didn't realize Ki was watching her. He had just come from the shop to buy eggs. Ki stayed at the door for a few minutes. Listening to their words among the sobs of blue. Then his father and mother turned and only realized his arrival.

“Ki! Said Mr. Faisol.

“Come!” Ki approaching.

“You've listened to all?” Ki nodded. Her mother immediately hugged Ki's body which was much taller than her.

“Aalhamdulillah's. It's a windfall, Nduk! Ki looked confused by his mother's words.

“You want, don't you, dear Ki?Yes?” His father and mother nodded. As if asking Ki to follow her. Ki just kept quiet without saying a word.

“Ki, answer, Nak!” for a moment Ki was silent. His mother and father waited and looked at each other in turn.

“Ki!” said Mr. Faisol while holding the shoulder of his beautiful daughter matchless.

“Alright, Sir. But Ki wants.. Ammar's own boss said in front of Ki.”.

“Soon. Father immediately convey.” The two husbands pranced like children.

“Mana hape Father, Buk!”

“Do not know, Sir. Kok ask Mommy.”

Mr. Faisol reached into his pants pocket and found the old-fashioned object. Then he laughed.

“Ki want to go to the kitchen first sir! Buk!” ki said as he passed leaving them. His parents were too hallucinating. He could not believe it until Ammar said it directly in front of him. His father could have misunderstood. Ki smiled to himself.

In the office, Son was checking some reports. Handphone's ringing. On the screen it says Mr. Faisol. Son immediately grabbed the gap. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited. Son listened carefully. Not until two minutes the phone connection has been cut off.

“Hemm. Good news.” Son smiled as a mangosteen.

He should report this to Ammar's boss immediately. GPL. No old use.

Ammar was in front of a glass window. The door sounds on knock three times. Son was standing at the door.

“Iya, Son. Login!”

“Any Pak!”

Ammar sat on the sofa and Son took a position at the end. Son told me that he had just been on Mr. Faisol's phone. All he said without anything reduced or added. Ammar seemed so excited. Smile, the sweetest Son's ever seen.

“Son. Please arrange my meeting with Ki immediately!”

“Ready to do!”

Son left the room while turning his brain. He began to think about what to do immediately. Now his work is increasing. He did not want to disappoint his young boss.

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