MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 47'S
Zalfa stopped his motorbike in front of a gedong house whose iron fence was two meters high. He read part early again yes, what is the real name in ktp arkhan, you drink less water time huh? đź¤đź¤ from motor and approaching fence. A security guard greeted him.
“Whose you?” ask the security guard without opening the gate.
“Zalfa. I want to meet Jonathan Joseph. This is his house, isn't it?” Zalfa remembers the name in KTP.
The security guard frowned in astonishment.
“Pak, is this really Jonathan Yoseph's home?” repeated Zalfa seeing the security guard even stupefied while thinking.
“Mm... Yes yes...” replied the security guard was a bit hesitant while scratching the temple. “Neng is the High School Yes?”
“Not. I want to return this wallet to him.” Zalfa took out the wallet from her tote bag. “Atau... I titipin aja the same Mr. Please love him later, yes!”
The security guard opened the gate. “Neng alone who nganterin. Later the Lord mostly came to me. I am confused as to what to answer. Just come in, Neng!” sattam.
Doubtful, Zalfa walked into the gate, across the beautiful spacious courtyard. Arriving at the terrace, he squeezed the bell. Shortly after, the door opened. A thirteen-year-old girl poked out. Her face was beautiful, her nose was sharp, her skin was white, her hair was straight along her back, tall and slender. Appearing like a model, skirt on the knee and one-stropped shirt on the shoulder make his arms exposed.
As soon as she saw Zalfa, the girl raised an eyebrow, probably feeling unfamiliar on Zalfa's face the next time she saw it.
Zalfa throws a smile and is greeted by the girl.
“Is this really Jonathan Yoseph's house?”
The girl in the doorway was silent for a moment, like she was thinking.
“Halo, is this really his home?” Zalfa asked.
“Oh. This is Joseph's house. And I am Elijah, his sister. You're who? Is there a need with him?” ask the girl.
“I Zalfa. This wallet was left in my cafe. As per the address on the ID card, I brought this wallet here. Please give this wallet to Yoseph. This wallet belongs to him, doesn't it?” Zalfa handed the girl the wallet.
“Elia, who came?” someone shouted from another room.
“You just give it directly to him.” Elijah threw a smile at Zalfa and turned around and left Zalfa without receiving the wallet.
Zalfa could only be glued in wait. Then someone poked out of the other room. Zalfa was flabbergasted looking at the man who had just appeared, none other than Arkhan.
“You? What's up?” Arkhan walked closer to Zalfa. “We just met, why did you come here looking for me? Tomorrow there will still be time if you want to see me, it does not have to be nights like this.”
Zalfa clenched his teeth hearing that ridiculous sentence. There was not the slightest intention in his heart to look for Arkhan, he did not even know if Arkhan was in the house.
“I'm not here to see you.”
“Then? Who are you looking for in my house if not me?”
Whats? This is Arkhan's house? Zalfa tried to hide his surprise.
“Come in!” Arkhan turned back, waltzing towards the sofa.
“Neg. I can't take long,” said Zalfa making Arkhan's steps stop and the man turned towards Zalfa. “I'm here to deliver the wallet left in my cafe. This belongs to Yoseph..”.
“Oo... Thank’s.” Arkhan again walked up to Zalfa and picked up the wallet before Zalfa finished his sentence.
“It belongs to Jonathan Yoseph.”
“That's me,” cut Arkhan and managed to make Zalfa speechless confused. “My original name. Thank you for returning my wallet.”
TB