Sister To Young Master
59. Car Showroom

This morning Jovi woke up. Aqila's reckless behavior from earlier rubbed the ears. Jovi's eyes are not strong open, the wall clock shows at 05:30, ahh. Aqila's whining on the bed thwarted.

"Sister.. Brother Opi woke up, brother when came anyway..?? don't bring a toy?" Aqila protested right at Jovi's eardrum.

"Aqila. sister was still sleepy," Jovi pulled the blanket away Aqila's face from her sense of hearing.

Aqila's body was bounced on the mattress, not even crying Aqila even woke up with a face like an ultramen character winning a match with an opponent.

After staying up late last night with Mama Jovi, really beautiful eyelids of beautiful women are still shrinking eyes.

Jovi could not open his eyes, despite the typical scream of Aqila on the head.

Last night Mama Jovi left the room at 03:15. Aqila herself lit her eyes, another Aqila all the family in the house cheated on the sleeping blanket back.

After a long journey from Jakarta to Surabaya. The bones of Aqila's sister are like fused with a mattress, difficult to separate Aqila's hands.

"Sister Opi... brother came home from Jamarta, why not bring souvenirs, brother buyin doll barbie ? ayooo brother." Aqila's hand pulled Jovi's arm.

Jovi refused to put his hand back in the blanket. Laughter is on Jovi's face, when the speech Jakarta changed Aqila to Jamarta.

"Still close, later, later, the streets later, brother promises Qil."

"What time?."

"Ten." Jovi's tone sounded lazy, his hands hugging the bolster.

"What time is Opi? still long? what was the moment?." Aqila's body sat down beside her brother.

"Sister Opi.., banguun, what time is sis?."

LOL-drawn clothes, complete with short hair still looks neat in Aqila wear. In fact, Aqila had not flushed her body with water.

"Five."

"Five, six, eight, seven, ten."

"Haha.." Jovi laughing. He knew, instead of his sister intended to count kktu, but instead misguided.

Jovi woke up. His eyes were still sleepy, just that Aqila's innocent behavior was more domineering pity in her brother's heart.

"Aqilaa. your count is wrong."

"What's the truth? this, five, this is four, how many more?." Aqila raised her fingers.

Jovi looked on with no heart, Aqila's fingers were actually counting as much as she could. It had been past thirty days, sixty hours of clockwork clanging, and now there was Aqila what Jovi could bear to leave alone.

Without warning, Jovi immediately hugged Aqila tightly. Very tightly and Aqila's hair pierced her sister's pretty face.

"Sister Opi..," cried Aqila.

"What?, what?, what? hiiihh, gemess, gemess, gemesss," Jovi clenched tightly.

After being satisfied to hug the tiny body of his siblings. Jovi's hand played over Aqila's nose. Se that morning brother sister in the room printed a rumbling sound.

Jovi looked at meu, looking at Aqila smiling like a sinless angel. There was fear from the bottom of his heart, Jovi was worried that Aqila's future would not be as bright as him.

Just entering the TK bench, economic conditions have been very difficult. Jovi can not imagine, whether Aqila can take a strata 1 education like him.

The house has been thrown into the bank, large debts have not been paid off. So, what kind of happiness will be printed by Jovi.

Jovi put his foot next to Aqila. He then grasped the tiny fingers without sin.

"Aqila.. doa'in brother yes, let quickly get work, pray'in Mr. Fictor so quickly can be guided. so that our family debt is normal like debt in general yes."

"Sister Opi bengong, sister. buy toys, ayoookk, brother Opi, take a car to the mall."

"Son of Opi."

"Aaaaa...," Jovi's hair in the jam.

"Aqila.. sick, what? yes, yes, ayooo. if so, take a shower yes.mama wakein, but do not go to the mall, sister has not had more money, besook yes.if sister there is more sustenance."

"Buy her barbie doll where? if you don't have money, Opi's sister asks papa huh? Aqila Anterin Opi's sister if you don't dare."

"Hahahaha.there's-there's just, no need, if the barbie is just one, brother still have money anyway." Jovi smiles.

Aqila then lowered herself from the bed. Her little legs actually ran looking for Mama Jovi as instructed by her brother.

"Mama. mamah."

From inside Jovi's room, Aqila's voice was like a drum and a grateful alarm. There is a little angel still sent by God as an encouragement in Jovi's life.

The hour hand shows 06:15.

Jovi's sleepy eyes have gone, he immediately walked towards the closet looking for the BPKB letter of Honda Jazz cars on his behalf.

There is sadness, but what to do again. The rupiah coffers needed Jovi to pay off interest debt next month to Fictor. Whatever the way, he has to get the money before it matures.

Jovi out of the room. He was ready to take a bath, because he had promised Aqila something. The living room was empty, no one. Jovi keeps running feet.

Papa Jovi is seen standing next to the kitchen door. Fear alighted, Jovi did not dare to face his papa, after a cok check on the phone some time ago.

"Jovs.."

"Ahhh. yes reward."

Jovi's legs retreated three squares, facing the sight of the middle-aged man in glasses.

"Papa has paid interest debt for this month, the rest for next month papa just got 50,000,000, the rest of papa take deposit money."

"Aaa. yaa reward."

Jovi. But whether intentionally or not, papa Jovi seemed to turn his eyes away every eldest daughter was looking at him.

Jovi knew his father was disappointed. Evidently, not a single question was posed towards him.

"That.. Jovi runs out of this to the showroom, want to sell the car as well as Jovi wants to go out with Aqila."

"Ke Mandala only, there you can get a price that is comparable to your car spec."

"Yes pah."

"You've been okay all this time?."

"Good reward."

"Yes already." papa Jovi cleaned the glasses lens.

Jovi's male parents, it seems, are still trying to negotiate with heart. The worry mixed with disappointment looks still blindly.

Jovi also realized the mistake he had made. So to not hurt each other, they both compact not to say the question.

1 HOUR LATER.

Aqila is ready to dress up neatly, blue clothes frozen image imbued with matching color ribbon bandana looks make Aqila become very beautiful.

Jovi wore a light blue jeans knee skirt, with a casual dress in red brick in insert. For hair, he prefers to let it unravel behind the head.

Dior brand golden watch wear Jovi on the left right wrist. There is an ankle bracelet on Jovi's right foot, making her look beautiful.

Jovi looks for Aqila in the room.

"Aqila. ayoook."

Mama Aqila put on Aqila's shoes.

"Sebentaar kak Opi, Aqila wear shoes."

"What time are you coming home?" asked Mama Jovi to see Jovi resuscitating at the door.

"Not long, because Jovi has an appointment with Mr. Toni, at noon Jovi has returned home."

"Said Mr. Toni out of town, how the hell?" mama Jovi felt strange.

"Yes, but last night Mr. Toni called, asked Jovi for help, and said it's possible that today Mr. Ernest has arrived in Surabaya, but does not know what time it is."

"What help? Mr. Ernest is not healed yet?."

"The last time Jovi met was good, but maybe because now there are no more sisters, so it's like eating and taking medicine a lot of negligence. Yes, Mr. Ernest is busy, I'm sick still thinking about the office, maybe Mr. Ernest actually needs to be tress a lot."

"Pity Jov." mama Jovi reminisced about what her daughter told me. Ernest is a good man.

"Yes already, if so not for long, Jovi remember yes.you can not delay to tell Mr. Toni, papa's problem, later mama will mengjelasin to papah you little, little, if you've gone to Mr. Toni's house huh..?."

"Heem." Jovi.

"Thank you a lot, mama always be a tranquilizer for Jovi." their shoulders hug each other.

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CAR SHOWROOM "MANDALA"

As suggested by papa Jovi. Before looking for dolls, the car is parked in front of a large showroom in the west Surabaya area.

Jovi holds Aqila's hand. The two'nya go down the road towards the direction of the big desk room. There's Pak Odi papa Jovi's acquaintance, out of the room.

Some officers are completing tasks. From sweeping, mopping, wiping the car, Aqila looked at one by one. Jovi's focus is only on finding the showroom owner.

Today, not many people are making sales. There were at least 2 people, besides Jovi, who asked about the selling price of their car.

The heat is not how much, used by car brokers looking for vehicle specifications that are suitable for their respective trading markets. Jovi smiled at Mr. Odi.

"Good morning Mr. Odi, I'm Mr. Joseph's daughter."

"Oh yes, good morning. What's wrong, mbak? what's-her-name? forget me." the fat-bellied man also smiled.

"Jovi sir, this is papa said tell me to sell the car in the mandala sir. I want to sell the car."

"Oh yes, yes, what car is Jovi?."

"Honda Jazz Rs 2018 pack."

"Well, wait, I call my employees first, check the condition of the machine." Mr. Odi called one of the officers.

"Yes sir."

Jovi and Aqila wait in the showroom's front parking lot. Where the place to sell the car is directly faced with pharmacies and crossroads.

The waiting chair before sitting Jovi was already stung by the sun. Aqila was overheated, her beautiful bandanas and bangs were beginning to overlap with her hands. From earlier Aqila's hand broke the face.

Not yet breakfast, Jovi is confused to find a meal where. Not pitying himself but rather Aqila. Jovi helps Aqila wipe off the sweat, Aqila's lips seem to grin more often.

"Qila's hot?."

"Yes, thirsty."

"In the meantime, we're looking for food and a place to drink."

"No way."

"Well, what do you want?."

"So Opi would buy a barbie instead of a meal."

"Hahaha.yeah, yes, later bought by brother, but eat first."

"Just buy first, don't want to, mustss now, Aqila wants a doll."

"Yes, yes, wait for the om'nya first, check the car well, this is up."

"Now brother Opi." Aqila started crying.

"Aqila really is now, fussy Aqila, go home if so, do not cry here, look at it in mas-mas, brother Opi embarrassed."

Aqila's spoiled attitude was immediately visible, Jovi's appeal seemed to have not succeeded. Aqila's whimper started to turn into a cry.

Jovi is struggling, Aqila is still whining and the engine checking process is also just starting.

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INTERSECTION SIMPANG RAYA.

Ernest has arrived in Surabaya. The journey home is less than an hour. His head remains the same, still dizzy when not used to think.

Mr. Yoyok is driving the car. Ernest managed to arrive, after using a private office jet. Usually, the jet is used Ernest only for important things.

When an urgent meeting abroad, or when the client needs an invitation from the office. The rest, Ernest is more comfortable using an airplane that is commercialized by the top brass.

Mr. Yoyok repeatedly, asked Ernest's situation. Dizziness in the head has not subsided, in addition to back and forth Jakarta Surabaya trip, making Ernest's body less fit.

"Sir, are we going straight to the hospital?."

"No, sir, the hospital smells bad, papa says he's also sent another nurse."

"New cluster sir?." Mr. Yoyok turned around to ask. Don't know if Mr. Toni is ruling Jovi again.

"At least the nurse from the hospital, oh yes sir, did Sister Jovi not come home? after returning from Jakarta." Ernest resuscitated the body, roaring the head.

"No sir, I thought I was back with Mr. Ernest this morning." Mr. Yoyok stopped at a red light.

The atmosphere of the morning seemed to disappear into the afternoon. From the windshield of Ernest's car, the blazing sun on the rear windshield did not forgive the motorcyclists.

Large shop, some stores have been visited by visitors. Although some are still quiet, workshops and showrooms look to break down their customers.

Tired of putting your body in the car. Ernest stirred himself up, Ernest's eyes slightly twitching as they collided with the sunlight.

From the eyes, the handsome man read one by one the name of the shophouse. Khalisa Shop, Indosat Stalls, Soft Coffee and surrounding places are noticed by Ernest one by one.

Eyesight, immediately found a beautiful woman in red brick, wearing a sea blue jeans skirt size se knee. Complete beside him was a little boy wearing Frozen clothes.

Ernest.

"Perhaps when Sister Jovi is with her sister Aqila, they will be like a sister and sister in front of the showroom parking lot, her brother's hair is long, and her sister is short-haired."

It seems that Ernest still remembers the photo of Jovi and Aqila ever seen through his sister's phone some time ago.

Ernest could not see the face that the handsome man had expected was brother. For it seemed that the cry broke the little boy, making the woman turn her back on Ernest's vision.

Mr. Yoyok also took his eyes for a walk. In addition to shophouses, and stores are also first seen Ernest.

Pak Yoyok's eyes ran towards the showroom. The no-man's cars look very luxurious. Decak amazed Mr. Yoyok just at heart, wanted one car.

Triingg... Stand off.. Stand off..

GHAZI..

Ernest took the phone out of his pocket. The old phone he had been waiting for, Ghazi finally contacted Ernest.

"Callo.."

"Hallo, good morning, Mr. Ernest."

"Ghazi, how about it? you've got the information I ordered."

Mr. Yoyok was engrossed in the view. Red light at the intersection of the intersection is famous for taking time.

"He's back in Surabaya?."

"Already sir, I started to find out women on behalf of Jovi Andrianita, she is an alumni of Stikes Wijaya graduates, she had passed the recruitment but the woman prefers to work in..,"

"Master.. Mr. Ernest, it's Sister Jovi." yelled Mr. Yoyok to Ernest's surprise.

"What is Mr. Yoyok? over where? Mr. Yoyok Mr. Yoyok, I'm on the phone." Ernest's head throbbed again as it moved.

"In the waiting room showroom master, same little boy, it's Sister Jovi master, yes sir Sister Jovi." Mr. Yoyok opened the car glass.

"Master.. Mr. Ernest hello." On the phone, Ghazi searched, where was Ernest's voice.

Ernest turned his head slowly. Pain and want to nausea invite want to meet the mattress immediately.

"Tiiinn.. tinn...."

"Tiinn. tiin..."

The car behind Ernest's luxury vehicle seemed to be honking impatiently. Mr. Yoyok saw, the signs had changed in green.

Ernest turned his head in the waiting room that Mr. Yoyok meant. Ghazi remained on the incoming call, though he no longer knew where his young master's voice was heading.

"That's sir." Ernest.