Mohabbat
Arriving In Jakarta

The days are going on, no more reconnaissance dramas in Daisha's shop. Everything seems normal and ordinary. Orders of flowers that they received even almost every day, forced Daisha to ask the help of local residents who she knew to work in the store.

The day Laila was waiting for arrived, the day to deliver flower orders to Jakarta. Surprisingly, there is no flower arrangement that says congratulations or anything from the order.

At night the teenager had already cleaned the car they were about to bring, looking enthusiastic and excited. He even finished all the work at the same time.

"You're so excited, Laila. Looks like this trip is the most fun for you. Have you contacted anyone who'll help us drive?" daisha said with a smile to hear Laila humming along arranging the flower arrangements in the car.

Their car magic becomes closed so that the sunlight does not make the flowers wither.

"Of course, it's the furthest trip in history to deliver flowers." She laughs.

Daisha shook her head, she sat on the terrace waiting for a neighbor who was asked to help drive their car.

"You checked the car? Brother is worried in the middle of the road our car is crashing," asked Daisha to make sure the state of their car.

"It's safe, brother. Yesterday after delivering flowers, I took them to the workshop. So, we can rest easy," replied Laila while tying the rope firmly to hold the cover from flying.

"Done." He clapped his hands before walking closer to his brother. Sitting waiting for the driver in the early morning.

"Why is it so long?" laila grumbled after a while sitting with Daisha.

"Patience, maybe he's doing something at his house. We don't know, do we?" Daisha.

It's just that, Laila is indeed impatient to immediately go to the city that makes her amazed by the many skyscrapers. The teenager wanted to enter one of the buildings and play in it.

"Sister, can we get into one of the tall buildings in Jakarta? I want to see the inside" asked Laila after thinking deeply enough.

Daisha laughed at the babble of her sister, she did not know the state of the city where she lived, but at least there must be the same building as in Jakarta.

"Didn't you drive flowers to the building here often? It's the same as in Jakarta, isn't it?" Daisha asked in surprise.

Not infrequently they take flower orders and take them to the building. Isn't it the same? Daisha did not think about her sister.

"Different, Brother. The building in our city is not as high as in Jakarta. There, humans look like ants. So, I just want to know what the inside of the building is like," said Laila imagining the buildings she crossed on her way to Dareen's house.

"really? I guess the same, it turns out another. All right, Brother will take you into a building after we deliver the flowers," said Daisha who was greeted with cheers from the teenage girl.

Before long someone they were waiting for appeared, he apologized for his delay in fulfilling Daisha's request. However, the girl did not mind at all. So, without waiting any longer they immediately set off to deliver flowers by relying on GPS.

According to the direction of the road sign, they arrived when the sun had risen in half. Welcomed three men in all-black and neat uniforms. A high-rise building, that's where the party is held.

"Sorry, if I may know this is for a party or what?" daisha asks while helping to bring down the flowers from the car.

"Our young master's engagement party, Miss. The event was held inside this building and not just anyone could enter," one of them replied kindly.

He was like a foreman who ordered two others to bring in the flowers that Daisha had delivered. The blind girl did not reply, only smiling with a beard.

"Mmc ... Miss, we apologize for not being able to pay it off this morning. It's because our mistress wants to meet you and pay it off in person. So, the madam asks you to come later in the afternoon when the event will start. Hows it? Do you not mind?" said the man sounded bad.

Daisha was stunned to hear that, while she smiled and nodded. After all, he wanted to get Laila to play first. Then, rest in the villa waiting for time.

The man in the neat uniform looked down at his figure. Deep down, he felt sorry for them coming from far away. However, given his master's orders, he could not refuse.

The car carrying Daisha continued to drive away from the courtyard of the magnificent building, continuing towards the villa to rest while waiting for time.

"Sorry, yes, sir. We have to postpone the return because the repayment will be done later in the afternoon. Is Father okay? Take it easy, I will exceed your payment, ", Daisha said regretfully.

The man smiled understandably, all things are sometimes unexpected.

"It's okay, Miss. I can understand" he said, not objecting.

"Thank you."

The car was traveling as directed from Laila via GPS. A family burial area not far from the whitewashed and clean building. The cemetery is at the back of the building, well maintained.

Mr. Deni and his wife immediately welcomed the arrival of the master on the terrace. Inside there, they could rest after a long journey.

"Sir, please take this father to the guest room. He must rest" Daisha told the villa's guard.

"Good, Miss. Come!" He led the driver to a restored guest room.

Meanwhile, Laila dropped down on the sofa, lying down while playing her game. Daisha sat not far from her, waiting for a call from Dareen to tell the man that she was in Jakarta.

"So don't want to call Dareen? He must be happy to hear that Brother is in Jakarta," said Laila as she glanced at the sister who was sitting restlessly.

Not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't play a flat object in his pocket. So, he simply shook his head while smiling bitterly.

"Later when he calls Brother, then Big Brother will say it," he said honestly.

Laila nodded her head in understanding. Continuing his activities playing social media, posting his current whereabouts. Basic indeed teenagers, all the things they do, must be plastered on social media.

Suddenly, Daisha's cell phone rang. A special ring for calls from Dareen to let him know who's calling. Daisha smiled, felt the object in her pocket and scrolled the screen as Dareen taught.

"Hallo, Brother. What was? You're not busy? It's not usual to call me in the current hour" Daisha asked as soon as the phone was connected.

"I see the status of Laila, is it true that you are in Jakarta now? If so, I'd like to meet you" said Dareen's enthusiastic voice.

Daisha smiled, glad not to be a bitch will meet the lover of the heart.

"Yes, Brother. We delivered flower orders and are now in the villa. If Big Brother is not busy, we are waiting here," Daisha replied with a red pseudo on the cheek.

Laila silently glanced, smiling happily at the happiness that was emanating on her face. The goal is to make the status is indeed to attract the attention of Dareen so that he contacted his brother.

"Okay, wait for me. I will quickly finish the work, after that I will immediately go to the villa. Don't go anywhere, just wait for me."

Dareen's orders shut down their phone. Daisha rubbed the flat object in hand while smiling sweetly.

In the end they will meet and let go of longing.