Tears On Top of the Tare
Chapter 11 (As Expelled)

Happy Reading's.

"Kemal's Bag!"

Amaira picked up the phone from her boss. What if Kemal called him, Is there a job that is not right. Amaira became afraid of herself, afraid that there was something that made Kemal call her directly.

"Hello, assalamualaikum."

In sebrang, the tall man smiled to himself because his phone was immediately picked up by the pujaan.

"Girisham, Maira?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Amaira asked, but the one who was asked was silent. Kemal was thinking, what to answer, but he had always faced with various kinds of women and never became groggy like this. But somehow with Amaira, Kemal became nervous half to death. About 5 seconds later, Kemal answered.

"Are you home?"

Jesus, Kemal! Just want to ask like that alone has made the man dag dig dug not careless. Even he had to string together the words that would be spoken to Amaira, but none came out.

"Alhamdulillah, it was up to 30 minutes ago. Have I made a mistake at work?"

Kemal was surprised by Amaira's question. Exactly what the hell was that guy thinking. Amaira was her employee, of course the woman asked like that because she thought Kemal was her superior.

Amaira may be wondering right now. Did he make a mistake so his boss called him.

Kemal you are so bego anyway! Inner that guy.

Though Kemal was only worried about his new employee, because it was at the time Amaira came home the rain fell so heavy.

Not only that, because the woman was special in her heart. If it wasn't Amaira and just a regular new employee, he wouldn't have called her like this either.

"Oh, no, you don't admit mistakes, even your job is really good and I think from tomorrow you can cook, don't keep the Cashier in front, let Fira change it."

"Oh, yes, thank you Kemal."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Maira, Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam!"

Kemal in his office somersaults behind the salto, feeling as fun as it was just a phone call with Amaira.

"Well, how am I supposed to do this, why is my brain a gini short? Duh, Maira .... You're making my heart feel like it's going to fall out of place."

"Kemal's Bag! My mother!"

Kemal was shocked when he saw Faiz was already in front of him.

"What's wrong? How come you didn't knock on the door?" Tanya Kemal did not like it because Faiz came to interrupt her happiness.

"Loh, I've been knocking on the door since ten minutes ago, but Kemal mas did not answer, yes I have entered and seen mas Kemal even smile himself," Faiz replied did not accept.

Wong he was not wrong to be followed. Huh, understand Faiz, your boss is in love.

Kemal became embarrassed himself because Faiz was caught smiling like a madman. Yaz is crazy about Amaira. Kemal did not know that what he was thinking was a married woman.

"Yes-yes, why are you looking for me?"

"Loh, usually to mas, want to give financial statements, this is the report in a month," Faiz, a man who was two years old under Kemal was thrusting a dark blue map at him.

And this is the fate of a restaurant entrepreneur, who is just a barge because it has been successful even at a young age. Despite not having a wife, Kemal is the type of man who likes to work hard. Maybe after this he will work even harder to get the heart of an Amaira.

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She did not eat breakfast or wait for Azka to say goodbye, because Amaira knew that her husband would be willing to salami her hands.

Amaira did leave early in the morning using Azka's matic motorbike. Understand the distance of Cafe & Resto with his house far enough, he also did not know the streets in the city, although it had lived almost a year, but Amaira never went out too far. He also only uses Maps to arrive at Cafe & Resto even though he is now almost memorized the way.

Today is Friday morning, tomorrow Amaira can get a holiday ration once a week. The beautiful woman was already preparing to leave for work.

He saw Icha who was already wearing an apron preparing to cook in the kitchen.

"Aren't you waiting for breakfast, Ra? It is still very early in the morning," said Icha.

"No Ma'am, usually also breakfast there, I say yes mbak work first," Amaira shook hands with Icha.

"Oh, yeah Ra! why don't you just have to go near there, right you're not far away if you work, kasian loh your body if you have to walk almost an hour every day?"

Amaira sculpts only because she hears Icha's words. I don't know why Amaira feels like Icha kicked her out.

The hijab-wearing woman did not reply, she just left and drove straight on her motorcycle. On the way to work, Amaira suddenly thought a lot. Maybe all this time Icha's attitude is good, but according to Amaira, Icha seems to not like it if she lives in the house.

Whether not to concentrate or because of what, suddenly Amaira was surprised when she hit the car in front of her that suddenly brake suddenly.

BRUCK!!

Amaira fell, her body hit by her motorbike.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah Ma'am!" A hijab woman came to his aid.

"Are you okay?"

"Sister, pick up the bike, pity this Mbak!" The young woman exclaimed at a man dressed in formal attire.

"O Allah, his elbows are bleeding Ma'am! Brother Farhan, let's take this beautiful mother to the hospital!!"

"Fara, try to help the baby get in the car!" The woman named Fara immediately helped Amaira stand up and walk towards the car she hit earlier.

Amaira enters the back seat with Fara.

"How is my bike?" maira asked while enduring the pain. His elbow was resting on his body that collapsed on the motor.

Perhaps the blood was also due to friction with the asphalt so hard, Amaira felt a huge pain in the elbow.

"Later let my assistant be taken, now I should take you to the hospital first," said the man named Farhan.

"Yes, Ma'am, the important thing is that the mother is taken care of first! Let my sister take care of everything. Whose name is mbak?"

"Maira," replied Amaira smiling wryly. She felt bad for herself for having troubled these good people.

Though he was actually the wrong one, Amaira daydreamed while riding a motorcycle, making it so hit a car that stopped in front of her.

Maybe if Amaira was not daydreaming and focused, there would definitely be no accident.

"Sorry Maira, I was brake suddenly because suddenly there was a cat running," said Farhan staring at Amaira from the rearview mirror.

Their eyes clashed, but a second later Amaira lowered her head.

"I'm also sorry, for hitting Mase's car" Amaira replied.

"Cie-cie, Brother Farhan is called Mase!!"

Seriate.