MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 46'S
Arkhan glanced at the hyacinth face by his side. A faint smile was created on his face. Then he threw his cigarette out.
The car drove through the silence of the night. For a few minutes, the two remained silent until Arkhan closed the car window.
“Where should I take you? To the cafe or to your house?” ask Arkhan.
“Cafe,” short Zalfa with fidgety look.
“What makes you so nervous?”
“My phone and bag are left in your car. Mas Ismail must continue to contact and worry me because until now I have not returned home and I also did not answer his phone.”
“Wear my phone to update it, tell me you're okay.” Arkhan gave me his cell phone.
Zalfa stared at the mobile phone that was sticking out toward him. Then shake.
Seeing Zalfa's rejection, Arkhan again pocketed a cell phone into his shirt pocket. “Reza will take care of your bag.”
Zalfa was silent.
The car drove to Zalfa's mini-cafe.
“You better go straight to the doctor, your wounds need to be sewn,” said Zalfa when the car had stopped in front of a cafe that was already quiet. Zalfa's cafe is not open until late, so the visitor's clock is quiet and the waiter has closed the door of the cafe, leaving only one door open.
Arkhan just stared at Zalfa. Soon Zalfa got out of the car and walked into the cafe. Two servants were seen packing up to go home after changing their uniforms.
“You want to go home?” ask Zalfa.
“Iya, Brother,” replied one of the employees while nodding respectfully to Zalfa.
Zalfa smiled and entered his study. He sat down on the chair and opened the laptop, looking through the records of outgoing funds and incoming profits.
Tok…
“Log in!” zalfa's orders without looking at the door.
“Kak, I found this wallet on the table of visitors whose laptop juice spill.”
Zalfa raised her face and found her servant putting a chocolate purse on the table. Zalfa nodded.
“I also found the motor key belonging to brother left on the table. This, Kak.” The officer placed the keys to Zalfa's motorbike.
“Ooh. Apparently missed. Thanks yes, Toni!”
“Sama-sama, Brother. Excuse me to go home.”
“Oke.”
Toni passed out of the room.
Zalfa's gaze was now on the chocolate wallet. Then he grabs the wallet and looks at the contents to find out who owns the wallet, does it really belong to Arkhan, or other visitors sitting at the same table? Just one card he took from the many cards that lined up neatly filled the folds of the wallet. No other ID card, there is the name Jonathan Yoseph and his full address.
What should Zalfa do with that wallet? Will he leave the wallet at the cafe and wait for the owner to pick him back up? But what if the owner doesn't remember his wallet being left there? That person will feel lost. Or is it better to take Zalfa to the address?
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