The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Not Sane?!!

*In a taxi

Being in a car with their boss who looks angry. The mouths of Naziah and Ifah seemed to be tightly locked. But, out of curiosity what made their boss suddenly treat them like that. They choose to chat with each other through their mobile phones, namely chatting.

But from the chat, it turns out they just ask each other. And both do not know what the cause of their boss' anger is.

After traveling for approximately 30 minutes. And there is a view of the entrance gate of the employee Mess area that belongs to Naziah in it. Because the yard area of the employee Mess is only enough for two-wheeled vehicles. Rega asked the driver to drive them to the gate.

After the taxi stopped right in front of the gate. Turns out, Devan was riding a motorcycle owned by Naziah, had also reached there. Rega got out of the taxi and approached Devan.

"Pay the cab and get the bike in!" rega's word without further ado to Devan who is still faithful on Naziah's bike.

And with his obedience, Devan just nodded. Then, Devan approached the taxi driver who was waiting for him. To pay the taxi.

Naziah and Ifah saw Devan pay the taxi. And Rega came down with them. Feeling confused and throwing eyes at each other. It was as if Naziah's view meant to him that he asked; what else is this?. So, Ifah answered him by sniffing his shoulder at a glance.

"Loh!!! How come, sir's coming down anyway?" ask Naziah ketus.

"Like me dong. Come on in and show me your Mess!!!" rega answered casually and ruled as he pleased to Naziah. To show Naziah's place of residence.

"Eh, it's delicious! I don't want to show you." Naziah refused, haughty. He folded his hands in front of his chest. "Part... Why try, Master to my Mess?!" tanyanya sewot's.

"I want to talk to your mother, right now" replied Rega still casually. While filling both of his palms into the pocket of his suit pants.

"Huh...!!!" naziah said with a surprised but confused expression. "Is Mister not sane? You know, I came here alone! So, of course my mother is not here, sir." he explained in a sewot tone. But before that, he spelled out Rega was not sane.

Rega's sharp hearing instantly caught the sane word directed at him. And with a sudden motion, he poked hard at Naziah's forehead.

tuk....!!! the ringing of Rega's fingers on Naziah's forehead.

"Aauhh....! Tuan Sick." said Naziah complaining while rubbing his forehead that felt sore because of the sentilan Rega earlier.

"That's a punishment for you, because you call me insane" Rega said guiltlessly. "I want to talk to you through your cell phone. So, let's get in!!!" resounding

"And you should come in too. Stay with him tonight!" rega turned to Ifah. Reign with a tone full of decisiveness.

"Well, sir." replied Ifah obediently. Then quickly flank Naziah's arm and invited him to immediately move from there to Mess. "Come on Mba'!" bring Ifah.

Naziah resigned and just followed the steps of Ifah who flanked his arm. He was angry at Rega. While Rega, pretending not to see the annoyed face displayed by Naziah just now.

After a short walk through several messes. Finally, Naziah and Ifah arrived at Naziah's mess. Which, Devan has been waiting for them since, right there. As soon as he arrived, Naziah opened his mess door. And let Ifah and Devan in.

While Rega, was still behind and walking leisurely. While paying attention to the atmosphere and state of the Mess he had built. And specifically for the employees who work in the company.

Two women who had been wearing long nightgowns. Suddenly came out from inside one of the messes Rega was about to pass. Immediately startled and spontaneously covered each other's mouths with his hands.

"God!!! Isn't he, Mr Rega the owner of the company we work for?!" said one of the women named Lia. With eyes staring in admiration towards Rega who passed by him. Still keeping his mouth shut.

"Yes. He's really Mr. Rega, Lia. Look at! His good looks did not diminish in the least. Even in such a flat fashion." - The woman named Gina. But don't shut his mouth like his friend thing. He just chimed in by looking at Rega's face, glued to his place.

Look at those two women. And don't want to be labeled as arrogant boss when outside the office. Rega tried to smile kindly while slightly nodding his head, a sign greeting the two women.

"Geez!!! She smiled, Li'. Melted me because of it. Aau...AU...UH..!" said Gina lebay. And relaxes his body until it sticks to Lia, his friend.

Rega who had just realized the admiration of the two women for his good looks. Immediately speed up his footsteps. To get to Naziah's mess.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said Rega when he was standing right in front of the entrance of the Naziah mess. And only found Devan sitting alone in the guest room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" Devan replied.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Naziah and Ifah simultaneously from the direction in the message.

Just now Rega wanted to ask where Naziah and Ifah were going. As it turned out, the two answered his greetings and sounded from the direction within. So, Rega also undoes his intention to ask Devan. And come sit in one of the plastic chairs available in the living room belongs to Naziah.

Before long, Naziah brought a tray of drinks and followed by Ifah behind him. Who also carries a tray in his hand. Enter the living room and serve drinks and some pieces of chocolate brownies brought by Ifah. In front of Rega, Devan and also for Ifah himself.

"Please drink the tea, Mr. Devan! You must have been cold before, when riding a motorcycle without wearing a jacket." said Naziah softly.

"Hehehe... Ja. Mba' knows. Thanks, Mba'!" devan replied. Then drink the tea slowly while grasping the glass with both palms. To get warmth from the outside of the tea glass for his cold hands.

Try to allow Devan to drink the tea he serves. Naziah took a moment to go inside. Without allowing Rega, like he let Devan before.

"I went inside first huh 'Fah! Please drink the tea." said Naziah as he stepped away leaving his guests.

"Wait, Zi!!!" hold Rega in a loud enough voice. To be heard by Naziah who was in a position to turn his back on the living room. And almost entered the middle room of his mess.