Not the Second
Her.. Good enough?

I rushed into my sister-in-law's car. I sat at the back while in front of Dylan and mbak Indah sat. Mas Dylan drove a car to split the road in full of vehicles.

Mas Dylan and Mbak Indah work at the same hospital. Well you could say mbak Indah who works at the Dylan mas hospital.

Mas Dylan as a pediatrician and the director of the hospital while Mbak Indah as one of the nurses there. You could say they have a relationship that is not much different from most novels, that's in my opinion.

“What time will you be home?” Tanya mbak Indah looked back at me

I saw my watch “Kanya 10 o'clock by mbak.”

“Oh.. want to be picked up?”

“Eh? Really? But, mbak Lovely not busy?” Of course I'm happy if anyone picks me up. At least it can reduce transportation costs. Understand the boarding children must be sparing!

But working as a nurse in a big hospital must be busy ‘ right? At least that's what I know

I see mbak Indah glanced at Dylan mas then back to see me “We will see later, if mbak not busy later mbak pick up.”

“Tumben mbak? What's up?”

“No, just wanted lunch together. Not wrong ‘kan?”

I shook my head slowly “If mbak that treatm I am ready to do.” My answer is hopeful.

“Hahaha calm ajah, mbak who invite definitely mbaktir.”

A smile was engraved on my lips. Asikk eat free. Who doesn't like freebies? Of course, everyone likes the free thing, which is certainly all halal

Inadvertently my eyes collided with Dylan's eyes behind the front view. Immediately I at most ‘kan my face leads out the side window

’Gosh! Why should it fit so hard!’ My grouse in my heart. Just looking at his eyes was already the fruit of my heart wanting to jump from his place!

Conscious Ifa! Conscious! He's your aunt's husband! Don't want the no-no! Huh! I exhaled a rough breath.

“Ifa, your monthly money is still there ‘kan?” Beautiful mother asked back

“Ma.. still kok mbak.” I was still shocked by Dylan's gaze. I try to look back at the front view.

Degs..

Again, our gazes meet. I saw Dylan quickly take his eyes off.

Is this just my feeling, or??? Huh! Again my heart beats fast. Lest I really... Huh! It can't be

Who likes it too! Her cold face certainly did not fit in the criteria of the husband I was looking for

I don't like him very much either. Got a beautiful wife but still lyrics there lyrics here. Ask to get his eyes plugged! If only I had the courage!

“If less say well.”

“What the heck mbak, I can make my own money kok.” Narrator. Where would I say spoiled just asking for money.

“Not that, but only nawarin ajah.” I just nodded in response

Not long after finally arriving at my campus, I got out of the car and approached the window next to Mbak Indah, I bowed my head

“Mbak I entered first yah.”

Mbak Indah nods “Iya whose college spirit.”

“Hehe should have told me that. Working spirit. I went in first Assalamu'alaikum.”

“Wa'alaikum greetings.”

I intentionally lyric mas Dylan who seemed to glance at me as well then turned his face when he looked at me. I snorted and stayed away from the car.

I'm still standing until the fancy car that Dylan drove off in and off

Dor..

I saw a friend of a boarding boy coming from behind me. It's not surprising that I looked at her with a flat look

“Issh no fun ah lu.” His words grumbled

“Yee besides you, if you come greetings not dar. dor. dar. dor.. Windaa..” I looked at it with a stern look.

His name is Vinda, yes Vinda but not Vinda so-genesis. His name is really Winda.

“So you're in the same between your sister-in-law yah?”

“Iya.”

“Your mbak mbak ‘kan?”

“Yes, I'm anti-warm one car together with Dylan's cold mas for mercy.”

“Yeeee no sokan, at most later if invited directly gaskan.”

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Well of course we don't know how the future will happen. One minute, even one second, no one knows the future.

And so it is with me. I am not a God who knows what will happen in the future. If only I could see the future of course the words I said to Winda that time I wanted to pull again.

Look now at his mocking face. Isshhh really wants me to Opera that face. The face of my comrade-in-arms as if to say ‘Si most anti but if invited directly follow’ Oath my desire Tabok

Half-heartedly I opened the front door of the car next to the driver's seat. After I open myself up inside, there's already Dylan mas inside, iyya just Dylan mas. Beautiful mother does not exist

After the door was closed, Dylan went straight into the gas. The situation in the car is quiet, quiet. No word of conversation.

My lyrics are Dylan who focuses on the highway. Wait, somehow every time I see the side of my sister-in-law's face, I always feel familiar. Like.. ever seen before?

Maybe it was just my feeling.

I who began to dislike the atmosphere also opened the voice “Mas, mbak Indah where?”

I saw Dylan Glancing at me at a glance then refocused on the road “He's busy.” his brief

I'm ooh ria, I guessed that being a nurse in a big hospital must be busy. For lunch hours surely they prefer to eat in the hospital rather than out which will waste time.

Haisss failed to eat for free!

Uh! But ‘kan, Dylan mas is a doctor plus a hospital director? Is it okay for him to just leave his job?

Again I wrote Dylan. Honestly, Dylan is very handsome, it would be great if he smiled often. It will definitely add to his good looks

“What's up?”

“Hah?” I gasp. I didn't think Dylan caught me stealing eyes on him. I cleared my throat several times “Gak mas, just I was curious ajah.”

Mas Dylan saw me by raising his eyebrows, I'm sure behind his face there is a question ‘Question of what?’

I who understand also immediately replied “Mas not busy? Uh! I mean, if nurses like mbak Indah ajah busy let alone doctors and hospital directors like mas.” I explain slowly so that he does not take offense

“I'm the boss. Whether I want to come or not.” Answer thus

I saw my sister-in-law's face with a lazy face. That's not the problem! You are the chief director of the hospital and also a doctor!! At least set a good example for your subordinates! Hahh really wanted to feel like I was screaming like that, but unfortunately everything just stayed in my throat.

I don't want to talk anymore! For a long time my mouth was soapy talking to her!

Soon the car stopped. I quickly got out of the car, eh! but wait..this..where..?

I saw us stop by a Japanese-style restaurant, but... Wh-wh-what for?

“What do you see, let's go in.”

“Wait a minute mas,” I said make my sister-in-law step stop. He turned to look at me with a look of wonder “We are here? Her Beautiful Mbak.?”

“He told me to take you to eat. Don't ask too many questions! Come in.” Take it with a flat face

I breathe heavily. For some reason, there was discomfort with my sister-in-law, I felt like she was always... Hmm watch me?

I followed my sister-in-law into a Japanese-style restaurant. There's no place for a chair that's just tatami. If the Indonesian people say it mat ajah deh.

We sat facing each other with a restrictive table. I'm still awkward to be alone with Dylan's mas. That's why I chose to stay quiet while paying attention to everything in this restaurant.

The vow! This is the first time I've come to an expensive five-star restaurant like this. Beeeuuuhhh has not wasted my awkwardness all this time, if the edges are taken to eat to a five-star restaurant...

A waiters came with a menu book, I just chose the one I thought my brain could digest.

Shortly our orders arrived. I didn't wait for a long time to eat the food in front of me. It's a good thing I can wear chopsticks at least I won't embarrass myself in an elite place like this. Not in vain I watch mukbang korea every day, the science of using chopsticks is finally used not only for instant noodles.

After eating, I put the chopsticks on the table.

“Wahhh satiated warm.” My chirps are unconscious

“Good.”

“Eh! Hahah thanks mas for the food.” I smiled awkwardly. Malunya.where had I sniffed my distended stomach again!

“As long as the food runs out and you are full there is nothing to thank.”

I was silent to Dylan's words. For some reason even though the tone of his voice and face were flat, but there was a sense of pleasure in it. And I think Dylan's enough... Ok?

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TB