The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Visit to the Cafe

Reply to a message from Rega with just an emoji. Naziah decided to take a shower. Because his body has been feeling very sultry ever since. And also the time that has come before Magrib. So, he is all set to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

At night, feeling bored just silence and there is nothing he can do. Naziah contacted Ifah to take him on a walk, if he was not busy.

"Good night, 'Fah!" sapana

"Good night too, Mba'." replied Ifah across the phone.

"For what? Not busy? If you are not busy, walk!" naziah said without further ado.

"Well, what a coincidence! I'm boring again. Which way is Mba'?" ifah answered enthusiastically and wanted to know where they would go later.

"Where aja. The point is, we're going for a walk. Get ready to pick me up, okay!!!" Naziah. And hung up without waiting for Ifah's response across the line.

Then, with quick but precise movements. He also went to get ready and change the clothes of the house with clothes that are suitable to be worn while on the streets. After opening her closet. One by one the clothes and complements, he took out and then put on them quickly.

Naziah wants to appear casual, casual and sporty. Therefore, she wore a black siphon pashmina veil with small pink flowers. Combined with a plain black bomber jacket that covers the white blouse inside. As well as wearing a subordinate long span skirt with denim material that has a little hemisphere on the lower back. Then, do not forget the bright pink slip-on sneaker shoes as a complement to his footwear.

Before stepping out of his room. For a moment, Naziah stared at himself in front of the mirror. To make sure, if the appearance at that time is as it wants. And Naziah seemed to snap a finger to express his satisfaction over the look.

Then step away while grabbing his phone and his foldable wallet. Which he had prepared on the dressing table. And insert it into the inner pocket of the bomber jacket.

After driving for about three minutes. Finally, Naziah arrived in front of the small Mess that Ifah occupied. Ifah who had seen Naziah's coming and entered the gate of Mess. Ifah locked the door to her Mess. In order not to make friends and his boss, waiting for him.

Ifah is not much different from Naziah. Only, he was not wearing a hijab. His long hair he tied partly and partly, he let loose. He was wearing black jeans. And combined with a pastel bomber jacket and black t-shirt inside.

"We're leaving?" naziah asked, still on the bike without turning off the engine.

"of course. Come on!" ifah was very excited. While riding on Naziah's bike and sitting in his bonbar.

"Let's go, Mba'!!!" ifah again, cheering.

And Naziah turned the direction of the motor. Then it went back and out of the Mess area it entered the big road ahead there.

They drive through the hustle of the city while chatting on a motorcycle. Which was deliberately made to drive slowly to go down the road. So that they can enjoy all the existing and presented views of the city. It is also the city where they live today.

After walking down the city streets for almost half an hour. They chose to cover in one of the famous and recommended cafes in the city. Most of the visitors are young people.

Naziah parked his motorbike in a special parking lot. It is available in front of the cafe. After removing each helmet and hanging it on a special hanger hang the helmet, on the inside of the motorcycle seat.

They also began to step foot into the cafe. With Ifah holding Naziah's arm as usual. Because I have been there a few times. At least, they already know every intricacy of the cafe.

And the cafe provides two areas to sit and relax. That is, an indoor area with live music performances. As for the outdoor area facing directly to the west with views of the open ocean. Which is able to present a beautiful view when the sunset is sinking when dusk comes.

Luckily, they came before the clock showed at nine p.m. The cafe does not look so crowded. Because usually, if at that hour, visitors are crowded until midnight.

A few moments after a casual chat. Ifah says to go to the toilet for a while to Naziah.

"Mba's'! I'll go to the toilet first, okay?!" pamit Ifah's.

"Yes. Don't stay in the toilet too long. Let me get kidnapped again!" naziah said, joking.

"Yes. I won't take long" said Ifah as he climbed down from his high chair.

After the departure of ifah to the toilet, Naziah chose to play his phone. So as not to bore when left behind Ifah for a while. And incidentally, when his hand touched that flat object. Naziah noticed there was a notification of incoming chat messages and also some missed calls there.

* Big Boss Arogan

[Attoman'aikum, My Future Wife! Where are you and what are you doing? Why not take my call?]

Just now his lentic finger would type a reply to that incoming message. The MC voice that mentions a person's name from the direction of the live music cafe stage. Immediately distract Naziah from his phone. And look at that stage.

"Consider!!! To all visitors to this cafe. I got a whisper from one of the visitors. He asked his friend named... Naziah Chairunnizwa to present a song on this stage. To Mba' Naziah... We are ready to go on this stage!" MC said by pressing the name.

Naziah who heard his name was called. A moment with a confused face.

"Mba', let's go up!" said Ifah suddenly was beside him and pulled his hand to be invited to go to the stage.

"Geez, 'Fah! Why would you do that?" naziah said and asked with annoyance looking at his friend.

"I'm sorry, Mba'?! Just this once, okay!!!" ifah apologized but then said with a little coercion. While continuing to pull Naziah's hand and herd him closer to the live music stage.

By forced and also without realizing it was right on the side near the stage. Inevitably, Naziah also began to climb the stairs to get on the stage.

MCs who saw Naziah who began to climb one by one the steps of the stage. He spoke through the microphone in his hand.

"Well..this is the guy, Mba'?" ask the MC to Ifah who is still loyal to stand in front of the stage stairs. And Ifah nodded, answering the MC's question.

"Beauty, Mba'! Okay. Let's hope her voice is as beautiful as the people, yes, the audience is all!" say that MC again. A little praise for Naziah's beauty.

Meanwhile, Naziah was preparing behind him. While compromising with the personnel who own the musical instruments on the stage. The singer before, chose to take a break.

Seriate....