Not Just a Promise
Wait for You

Before leaving for the office, Reyhan took the time to come to see his grandmother with Nehta. The woman brought Hanifah the food she cooked this morning.

Of course, with pleasure, Hanifah would eat the cuisine of her favorite daughter-in-law's granddaughter. Even Hanifah ate it to the end, so good Nehta cuisine.

“Grandmother is not wrong, choose you as his wife Rey. Your cooking is the best.”

“Grandmother can aja.” Nehta tidied up the food box, then put it back in his goody bag.

“You're not in the office, Rey?”

“This is just leaving.” Though originally, he was not at all excited to go to work.

“All in between, Nehta right?”

“No, Nehta is not in the boutique today. Nehta wants to nemenin granny here.”

“Grandma is okay, look, grandma is fine. Go, you can come back here later.” Hanifa rubbed Nehta's cheek gently.

The woman looked at her husband, asking for answers that could keep him here.

“Come, let grandma rest.”

Basic refrigerator. Nehta's grumbling in his heart.

Inevitably, Nehta also complied. She walked behind Reyhan. His footsteps could not match Reyhan's long legs. So she had to run small to match her husband's steps.

“This!” Reyhan clenched a car key and a black card that Nehta had returned last night.

“I told you, I don't want to take it.” Nehta refused again.

“I don't want to know. Whether you wear it or not, whatever. What matters is that I gave it.” Reyhan said as he drove out his car.

“Ck. Forced basis.” Pissed Nehta.

After fifteen minutes, they have arrived at the boutique managed by Nehta.

The boutique was not actually Nehta's, he was only trusted by Hanifa to manage the boutique.

Unexpectedly, it turns out the boutique was again crowded after being held by Nehta. In addition to his extraordinary work, Nehta was also able to realize the wishes of his customers who according to others are difficult to do. Nehta never refused directly, but he suggested there were things he might like and it would be better when the design was ready.

“Tell me if you want to go or come home late.”

“Why?”

“Color now you my wife, my responsibility.”

“Ya.. yes... then, I say goodbye to you husband.” Nehta said in a soft manner, asking Reyhan for a helping hand to salim.

Nehta was still standing in front of the boutique after descending. Seeing the car being driven by Reyhan go away until it is no longer visible.

As his foot stepped in, his phone rang. At the sight of it, a message came in from Gibran.

Honey, are you in the boutique? If so, I will go there later this afternoon, I have no job.

Yeah, I'm at the boutique. You don't have to pick it up, we'll meet there. The reply.

His relationship with Gibran was not long established. They had met by accident, when Gibran came to his shop to order a dress needed for shooting purposes. Gibran did not come alone, the man came with one of his co-workers.

Perhaps attracted by Nehta, Gibran often came to boutiques for strange reasons. There was no important thing that required them to meet. As time went on, Nehta, whose heart was easy to receive, made it easier for Gibran to get into his life. Though in fact, Nehta only felt comfortable being near Gibran, but without a doubt she received a declaration of love from Gibran.

According to him, love can come with time, because he himself can not shake the affection that began to grow in his heart for Gibran.

“Nehta!” Call Vienna half-screaming.

“Astaghfirullah.” Nehta jumped because she was so shocked.

“I just had more thoughts, Win. Oh yeah, what's up? Is there a new order coming in?”

“Sure there. Rizki again arranged according to the deadline requested by the customer first. Just later on in love to you.”

Nehta nodded his head.

“Yesterday there was his assistant Mr. Reyhan came here. To take your plan, he said he told you. Who do they wear it? Didn't you make that kebaya for yourself?”

The person asked seemed confused. How he should answer his best friend's question. Does he have to be honest as he is?

“Ta..?”

“Ah Yes, Win. Why?”

“Malah why? Are you sick or what? From earlier bengong melulu.”

“Sorry, Win.”

“Have...gaperlu you answered, I know, surely the little queen was the one who asked Mr. Reyhan to ask for the kebaya so that it can be used with him. Really yes female that one.” Omel Vienna.

“But yesterday I heard the news, the party that should be able to be consumed by the public, suddenly became closed. He said the clock had retreated because Madame Hanifah was in the hospital, yes Ta?”

“Yes grandma yesterday had a mild heart attack, Win.”

So Reyhan made his marriage to Devita as if on retreat, not giving a statement that his marriage was canceled ‘lag’. Even now he is marrying me. What impact would it have on the company if the news were to spread?

“Together...”.

“Ta, this is an incoming order. I've arranged it according to the deadline.” Nehta says what happened to Nehta, because of Rizki's arrival in her room.

Rizki is also his best friend, just like Vienna. But his best friend's mouth is like a leaky bucket, he is afraid that one day his mouth will leak, will affect Reyhan and also the people around him, including Gibran. Because it was him alone, who wanted to tell Gibran the truth.

“Still yes, Riz.”

“Sama-sama.” The woman, whose name was like this man, smiled sweetly at Nehta and Vienna.

I don't know, his best friend always feels like there's more. Viennese, that beautiful woman with her veil always talks a lot. Many times, Nehta was overwhelmed responding to her questions and chatter. Rizki, this cute girl with her tomboom style has a bucket mouth, but is also really slow and innocent. Reyhan, I don't know, this one human is too much more.

“What lunch do you want?” Vienna is always enthusiastic when it comes to food, but strangely, its body is very difficult to stretch.

“I have an appointment with Gibran, sorry. Next time we have lunch with him.” Sesal Nehta's.

“Nothing, Ta. You guys are hard to find.” Rizki.

“Eat the meatballs in Aryo how? Like PMS, want to eat a spicy-pedes.” Vienna Fresh.

“Idiih, we're the only ones who want to eat spikes.” Seloroh Nehta's.

The three women laughed with Nehta's words, the article was always so, many reasons issued by Vienna when it comes to eating.

When it was time for lunch, Nehta said goodbye to her best friends and other boutique employees to go to lunch with Gibran. Nehta went to use an online taxi that he ordered.

After a few minutes, Nehta arrived at the usual place they met in addition to the boutique in his club. His girlfriend was waiting for him there.

“Sorry long.”

“Nothing really. I'm also new nyampe.”

“You've eaten?”

“Not yet, wait for you.” Gibran said smilingly showing his neat row of teeth.