MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 31'S
“Mbak saranin for you, do not be too drowned with the past. True what Mas Ismail said, marry Arkhan,” said Atifa excited.
“Mbak will know for himself that Arkhan is a non-Muslim.”
“But you need a companion for life, Zalfa. When do you want to live alone? Dig your charity in the wedding field.”
Bismillah.Zalfa said basmallah tried to live the day hard and hard. May Allah guide her heart to remain a firm and strong woman of her faith.
Zalfa smile. “Thank you for your attention. Later if I'm interested in marriage, I will definitely tell Mbak.” Zalfa snatched the bag hanging on the wall. “I go to the cafe first. As usual, the house is a bit lazy. Don't wait. I waited for Mas Ismail. Don't keep asking me to be a mate, sue yourself Ma'am so I'm a spitty niece.”
“Weeh? Dare to say so, say the same Mas Ismail tell drink herbal medicine so cepet dapet momongan.”
Zalfa smiled looking at Atifa whose face was in demand. That is the result if he continues to demand Zalfa, he finally feels how uncomfortable he is when demanded.
Atifa walked following Zalfa out of the room.
Zalfa took out his motorcycle from the garage and drove it out of the fence.
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A breezy waiter carries a tray on which is arranged several glasses of orange juice in the middle of the busyness of other servants who go back and forth to take care of visitors. The mini-cafe looks crowded.
Almost all the tables are filled with visitors. There is a company that recommends the cafe as a place for meetings. They are not looking for a luxurious place to eat, but in a simple cafe it serves delicious food that is appetizing until they choose lunch there.
The waiter carrying a tray containing several glasses of orange juice headed to the corner table. But had not had time to reach the destination table, a foot of visitors with a misty shoe came out from under the table and stretched in the gap of the chair to accidentally make the legs of the floater stumble. Several glasses of orange juice were thrown and spilled right on Arkhan's laptop. While a father whose leg was the cause of the accident, looked surprised and apologized to the waiter. As soon as he saw the laptop of the unknown person was doused in juice, he hurriedly left with his two other friends.
“Sorry, Sir. Sorry.” The waiter looked terrified after rising from his stomach on the floor. He hurriedly picked up a tissue and wiped the laptop.
Arkhan fell silent while observing his original white shirt, now turning yellow and orange-flavored. His vision swept away the meltwater flowing through his laptop and desk. Arkhan's face already looked furious considering the data inside his laptop was extremely valuable. Several other servants were seen coming and apologizing. For a moment the room was crowded by the servants who cleaned the table and floor. Glass flakes scattered on the floor.
Arkhan's expression looked extremely annoyed. But he did, preferring to hide it. When his eyeballs find a flasdisk soaked in juice on the table, he starts talking.
“You! Stop cleaning my desk!” his orders to the servants who were busy cleaning his desk.
Four busy servants stopped and marched around Arkhan.
“Know what's your fault?” arkhan asked the maid who spilled the juice.
“I Yes... I spilled juice onto your table,” replied the nervous waiter, his face lowered in fear.
“Not that's your fault.” Arkhan's voice firmly harbored resentment. “But less careful. Just try if you see the road you are going through, this bad incident can be avoided. Next time, be careful. This is a lesson for you.”
TB