The Childish And The Beast
#3 Finding to Know
“Nata,” the figure of the mother with a soothing carefree up that opened her youngest daughter's room, “ Guess who came?”
The face of the fifteen-year-old girl was blushing impatiently. Trying hard to get the words out of his mouth, “Aak Iira!”
Adira, Dira's brother, steps in to see his only sister.
Behind his glasses, happy to be emanated clearly. During his thin time he wanted to dedicate to eliminate a little boredom of the younger brother. Lying in bed all day can not be fun.
Nata tried to reopen his mouth that was getting stiff more and more days, “Ak Dihira, ghimena kerjhim?”
He was eager to listen to the activities his brother did at his job.
Adira sitting next to her sister's bed, “Nata want to hear all?”
Nata's head was softened, eager to listen to new stories. Adira can't say no.
The spare time that was soon used up for the two brothers.
Hours will soon come separating them.
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Nanda re-picked his borrowed guitar. Thirty minutes before the start of work, he was inspired.
Who would have thought this place would stir up something new in the head. Of course he must quickly apply it to a form that is easier to remember. He can't wait to start his adventure in a new melody.
Emerging from behind the kitchen partition, Omar who had just come brought his hunting results from the minimarket. This man found Nanda preoccupied with his pleasure. The chair beside him was occupied while listening to the random tones Nanda was playing.
Nanda's hand stopped him halfway.
Be present. It happened again, which often stopped by. Nanda didn't know what to continue. He stumbled even though he was beginning to see what he wanted to write.
Let go of the guitar and bring his face closer to the dining table.
“Macet!” nanda shouted annoyed.
Omar laughed for a moment thinking about the behavior of Nanda who ran out of inspiration, “Already want hours of work. Restore gih. Later if found out, die you,” he devoured packaged bread, a substitute for breakfast.
“Here is free refreshing, why am I not obtained?”
“Because you already got a warning twice,” Omar sipped a glass of coffee in the morning, “I two years the same class bu Adira. He's the cruel one.”
The curly soft hair that had almost blocked his eyes was ruled out by Nanda.
Of course he does not want to be fired at the beginning of his work which is not up to two weeks. Moreover, working here provides many benefits, not to mention the amount of salary each month.
In the next instant, Nanda's brain sprinkled something that she should have reacted to earlier. He looked at his senior. Nanda confusedly confirmed the word he heard in his head.
(‘Eleventh two years’?)
This ‘baby face’ faced guy repeats again he heard, “You boss classmate?”
Omar enjoys his coffee again, “Ghenah.”
Can't Nanda find another reaction than to see how cruel the future is, “Agot irony huh? Formerly a classmate, now a subordinate.”
“Badness!” omar's annoyed face was plastered even though he was still busy with his bread. Omar swallows the bread, “But if I tell the kids, definitely in disbelief.”
Nanda confusion, “Why?”
“Former bu Adira tuh can only jutek aja. No one likes.”, either
No Nanda would have thought such a thing happened on the back of that extraordinary woman's success.
The more he came, the more he wanted to know. He was getting curious and curious. For what reason, Nanda did not know. For sure, he will accept his curiosity more deeply.
“Means, boss has no friends?” Nanda's trying to interrogate Omar.
“Don't know.”
“Indeed the boss was the one other than jutek?”
“She must have had a problem so so,” haphazard brawl Nanda ripple, “Iya gak?”
“Why did you become a kepo?”
“Such things do not deserve to be discussed what else is behind the person.”
Caught the voice of the woman who froze the fire of Nanda's spirit.
The two partners did not look at who was coming. Omar almost choked. He straightened his body. Nanda made a face dip and slowly followed her friend.
Surely they will not be released just like that by this woman being talked about.
“Typical conversation that is common and private should be distinguished,” Adira stepped up carrying a bottle of tumblr coffee.
“Sorry, mom,” Nanda put out a sad face, “I'm just kepo. Usual. I don't get fired ya bu.”
Adira momentarily recalled the man's way of speaking, “You were the one who had messed up because of the wet floor right?”
Nanda's cold sweat. Adira's presence leaves Nanda helpless in addition to answering her questions. Adira caught the discomfort. He stepped closer to the kitchen cabinet and finished his business.
“I am not likely to sanction it due to personal problems,” Adira started concocting his coffee, “But, look around with restrictions. Don't vilify yourself by talking about others behind.”
The more down Nanda made Adira but, Nanda thinks one thing on the other side, “What if I ask you directly?”
Omar, who could not get into the conversation, opened his mouth open. How dare Nanda ask such a thing while they have been sniffed gossiping about him.
Nanda himself realized something⏤ realized he would reflexively make trouble back.
This woman stopped her hand, looking at Nanda. Wondering, what did this man want to know to the point of asking things without caring about the situation? Nothing that Adira felt could make him curious like that.
“Why do you want to know once about me?” adira asked.
This man thought for a moment. Until now, honestly, he still does not understand the reason. But if there is a side that makes him most interested, then it is....
“Ya.. because, the boss is great,” Nanda laughs sweetly.
“What's my great?”
“Can make a big company alone is cool. It's not wrong that I'm curious?” still with a smile wishing Nanda, “So, I can ask around to the boss's mother?”
I really don't like Adira with this guy.
He really should learn more about the differences in formal and informal speech. Adira knew this matter would trouble her in the future if she did not solve it here and now.
“I was able until now because it was consistent and held fast that I believed in. That's all that matters,” Adira opened her mouth.
“And that thing is...?” Nanda excited.
The position of the glasses was restored, “I believe can stand as a woman with no help of men.”
While Omar restrains himself in the midst of an uneasy situation, Nanda attempts to capture what Adira mentions. Nanda knew with a glint of Adira's black eyes. It seriously.
Nanda was more and more amazed with the woman in front of him, “Agreed,” once again Nanda made her smile sweetly.
Adira is overwhelmed with Nanda's unexpected attitude. There were no more words he could leave behind for this man, other than to give a warning to stop his ludicrous actions.
“You must remember, I still object to you discussing my privacy matters. Please stop it.”
This shoulder-haired lady left both of them.
Nanda knew he should not over-act especially if the woman did not want to be disturbed.
Curiosity must stop. Not for Nanda. Not before this woman opens herself up.
“Btw,” Nanda feel like getting closer to her, “This time bu Adira also wear pink clothes huh. Suitable.”
Adira's steps are getting further and further away. Adira doesn't want to respond to him anymore. He did not have the slightest good feeling with the man. I don't know what the real reason is that he has.
He won't let his guard down. You can't trust a guy like that.