Not my Man
Secrets and Intentions
Muezza placed the bag and removed the circular watch on his left wrist. I don't know how many times the girl sighed heavily and I don't know what was bothering her mind at the moment, for sure she looked tired and not passionate about doing anything.
Long staring at the moon from the window, the girl screeched and pulled the towel hanging behind the door. After taking a shower he prayed isya’ held both hands and he offered a solemn prayer.
Still in the cover of Muezza mukena with the Prophet and then mention the name of Alun with a sincere heart. When she rubbed her face gently the girl recalled a paper that Alun had given her while working earlier.
As soon as she took off her face, Muezza walked to her study table and grabbed a piece of paper in the brown bag she was carrying with her work. Her net was staring at Alun's handwriting, looking neat and written a row of rules. There are some rules that he thinks make no sense at all.
“What is this? Did Mario, Satria and Fenny get the same thing as me?” ask him while laying his body on a soft mattress.
...Rules for new employees of Yoman cafe.
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...1.1. It should be 20 minutes before the cafe opens
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...2.2. New employees should accompany the cafe owner to chat
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...3. No protest against this decision
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...4.4. Must obey the rules
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...5.5. Nice looking and attractive
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...6.6. Never be late
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...7. Never neglect the cleanliness of the cafe
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...8.8. You cannot show this letter to anyone
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“I have to ask Mario this. If this rule is true I will do it, otherwise ..?” Muezza rolled over and turned his sleeping position down.
The girl was still looking at the paper that Alun had given her, many questions she had to ask. However, he was afraid that the man was busy or had already slept.
He fiddles at Mario's contacts, wanting it to feel like he's texting or calling the guy.
“Auk ah, dizzy me.” Because of Muezza's dilemma of rolling over with legs that keep moving incessantly.
The girl who has tahilalat on the tip of the nose closed her eyes while strengthening her heart to call Mario—, the cafe manager and Alun's best friend.
“Bismillah, hopefully raised with him.” Nodding with a steady heart.
The typical voice of the call rang out loud, without him expecting Mario to pick up his phone call.
“Halo?” hello Mario on the other end of the phone.
The girl cleared her throat and awkwardly she said Mario's greeting.
“Assalamualaikum,” he said calmly.
Feeling slapped, Mario chuckled in response to Muezza's greeting.
“Waalaikumsalam. What's sweet?” ask Mario.
“Before I apologize for interrupting your rest time.”
“No problem girl. Can I help you?” after Mario, he asked a question again.
“Hmm, look. I was given a paper explaining the rules for new employees, do all employees including you do that too?” beber Muezza with the position of the body leaning on the wall.
Mario who was originally enthusiastic was now silent, the man did not make the slightest sound so that made Muezza misbehave in his room.
“Halo, Rio?” Muezza made sure to dial her phone.
“Dih you this. My question is not answered!” cetus Muezza who did not accept was ignored.
“In a moment, I forgot a little. Try lo photos then send to me!” mario's orders are trying to digest all Muezza's complaints.
No need to wait long, the girl moved quickly to carry out Mario's orders. There the man chuckled as he read all the rules Alun had made, with a hand rubbing his forehead. Mario answered Muezza's question.
“All employees sell it all so you have to be obedient. If you can know when this Alun kasih to lo?” he said while looking to ask.
“Then I was called to the back garden. There's also you, ‘kan?” sahut Muezza across the street.
“Oh ...” After being satisfied with Mario giving advice to Muezza, “try to keep all the rules, lest he bersamuk!”
Muezza patted his eel because he felt that his best friend's sister was really errant.
“Mario, thank you for helping me!” muezza said cheerfully and the man there also returned the thank you and then the phone connection was cut off.
“There are rules,” complained Muezza as he put his head on a pillow
***
In a place far away Laras pushed Alun's body and looked at his brother's room which was fairly neat, different from other men's rooms.
Her brother was overprotective about cleanliness, that's why this room was always clean and tidy when the owner left the house.
Next to Laras' eyebrows raised while continuing to research the sister's study table.
“Sister's life is always flat, yes. No signs ...” The girl purposely hung her words.
“What signs?” said upset, “actually you want to come here?” continued Alun after sitting on his bed.
“Nothing important just researching the life of your brother at this time. Roughly normal or abnormal Brother,” Great-grandchildren after opening a book.
“What do you mean?” Alun's eyes glared at the sister.
“Canda bestie, peace!” Barrel raised his hand which showed his two fingers forming the letter V.
“Exit Ayas! Leave my room right now. I want to sleep!” throw him away while pushing his beloved sister's body.
As much as possible, Laras refrained himself so that Alun stopped pushing him out of this room.
“Abang!” pekik.
“What?” ask Alun with both hands on her waist.
“Can't don't push me!”
Alun lowered his two hands then, asked in a soft voice.
“My beautiful and cute sister, can your brother ask?” woo Alun with a contrived smile.
Laras close his lips held back a laugh, it was amused to see his brother behaving sweetly like this.
The girl blinked her eyes repeatedly, then spoke up.
“What do you want to ask?” ask Laras to make sure.
“Which secret do you know? And ... from whom did you hear the secret?” insist Alun with soft language.
Baras moved restlessly, the girl always turned her face when the brother tried to look into his eyes.
“Come, dong Yas!” todong Alun did not hesitate to shake his sister's arm a little rough.
“My handsome brother, this brother of yours knows nothing. That was just me from talking,” kilahnya while taking off the hand of the brother.
“Do not lie Yas!” he continued while blocking the wrist Barrel.
“I told you that I was just talking. Enough yes, Bang!” refute Laras while pulling the door.
The departure of Laras made Alun restless, his sister's speech was very disturbing his mind. He really did not believe his sister's statement, Alun thought Laras could not be the origin of the talk because the girl would babble because she had some evidence to base her speech.
The sleepiness that had almost led him to the dream niche now went out of nowhere. The mature brown-skinned man walked back and forth like an iron tidying up the tangles of clothes.
And repeatedly Alun grabbed her hair, “What should I do for her to talk. Persuading the girl is very difficult,” lamented in a sigh of heart.
“Give me your lead!”