The Love of the Inmates
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Raka ignored my words, she just smiled, then sorted through the phone in front of her.

"This is mbak," Raka shows her phone of choice.

After I saw it turned out to be a beautiful phone with exorbitant prices. I immediately pulled his arm.

"Mas no, I can't make a change for Raka's money." My speech.

How do I not refuse, the phone he chose is equivalent to the price of a cool motorcycle.

But again Raka just smiled.

"Who asked you to change, this I bought for free" he said while giving credit cards to the waiter.

"But this is too expensive Mas," I whine hoping Raka undoes her intentions.

But Raka just smiled without answering anything.

"Please enable me, Ma'am" Raka told the waiter.

"Good Sir."

The waiter immediately fiddled with him.

"It's over, sir" he said, giving the phone to Raka.

"Ok, thank you." while receiving the phone he gave.

"Sama-sama" said the waiter kindly.

"This is acceptable, I know you need. So you don't have to refuse, and I don't like it if you refuse." Raka said while forcing.

I finally had to accept it. Well, not because I just feel bad about rejecting his good etiquette, but actually I also like his phone, hehehe.

"Thank you." I said.

"Yes we have a walk, we go to the clothes shop. I want to buy something," he said.

After the muters, Raka stopped in front of a branded store that definitely cost me to cry.

"Mary, we'll take a look at this shop first yes, it looks like the clothes are nice" he said, pulling my hand.

But I also just fell silent and followed in his footsteps.

"Please choose women's clothes that you think are good" he said.

"For whom?" manya curious.

"For someone who is special" he replied.

Whahuh? Special lady. Turns out she already has a boyfriend, but why is she trying to get close to me instead.

Maybe he just felt sorry for me?

"Yes mas. Oya what size is that woman wearing?" Tanyaku.

"The size of the body is like you, so just measure it with your body" he replied.

I also started to choose, no need to wait long finally I found clothes that fit my taste.

"This is Mas" I said, giving the clothes I had chosen.

"Ok, I'm sure he would have liked it" he said.

Raka rushed her to the cashier, after she finished paying, Mas Raka took me to eat.

"We have lunch first" he said.

"Yes." I said.

We walked to a fancy restaurant. We immediately sat down, after which a beautiful waiter accepted us while giving us a menu book.

"What do you want to eat?" Raka asked me while looking at the menu.

"As much as Mas Raka, I would love to." I replied briefly.

"Yes already mbak, I order this 2 is the same drink this one is also 2," he said while showing the picture listed in the menu book.

The waiter quickly recorded our message and left.

"Why you?" Raka asked because she might see me feeling uncomfortable in this luxurious place.

"No papa, it's just not unusual to eat in such a luxurious place" I replied honestly.

But Raka just smiled at my words, maybe she thought I was tacky.

"Well, if you're uncomfortable, we'll just move to a place you think is comfortable."

"No need to go, giggly also have a message."

Shortly thereafter the order arrived.

"Please" said the waiter, serving food.

Without shame I immediately ate it, besides delicious, my stomach was hungry. I saw Raka just smiling looking at my height.

"You're funny, so girls don't have jaim-jaim. Usually it is a girl if eating out is very elegant, afraid of her lipstick fade." he said with a small laugh.

"I like girls like you,"

Suddenly I choked on hearing her words.

"Sorry," I immediately wiped my lips.

"Yes no papa, so drink slowly." he advised.

After a few minutes, the food we ordered ended.

"Yes, this is for you" he said, giving the clothes I had chosen.

"Well, for me. He said to your special lady!" confused say.

"Yes to you, the woman is you."

What, me? I was silent to hear his words.

"Mas, I want to pray first. Mushola or mosque where is yah?" I asked to divert the conversation, it also happened that time had shown half an hour one afternoon.

"I'll drop off later, but I have to pay for the food first, you wait a minute."

Raka also called the waiter and gave a Credit Card as a means of payment.

When we finished, we headed out to the car park.

Raka also drove his vehicle and drove me to a mosque.

I rushed down and walked into the mosque, after which I immediately fulfilled my duty.

Fifteen minutes later, I came back to Raka, I saw her talking on her phone, I don't know what she was talking about, I vaguely heard her scolding someone.

"Mas..," Call me.

"Eh Maria, have you finished your prayer?" I asked with a nervous face.

"Udah mas." I got in his car.

"Why are you?"

"No papa, just the thought of work as if there was a little problem."

I nodded, although I didn't understand.

Soon after, I finally arrived at my house, I rushed down from the car.

" Thank you," I said.

But he just smiled and nodded his head, then drove forward his vehicle.

I rushed into the house, I saw Mom sitting watching her favorite soap opera.

"Assalamualaikum," I said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. I'm home, baby," said Mom.

"Udah ma'am." I said as I sat down.

"Cock for a second, he said until the afternoon?" ask Mother.

"Teh tired bu want to rest, anyways rich Mas Raka there is work." I replied.

I saw what I brought, and then I checked it.

"This is what tea?" ask mom while opening the hanbag containing clothes and boxes used by my phone.

"Oh this, it's the same clothes given by Mas Raka's cell phone." I explained.

"Good tea, must be expensive. Very good, Raka's son just knew this already give this."

I smiled at my mother's words.

"Well, where is the cell phone?" ask mother.

" My phone broke, mom fell last night" I replied.

"That's a really good phone, rich mobile phone artists on tv."

"Yes mom, I want to rest first yeah,"

"Yes, get some rest."

I immediately rushed into my room, as I was worried that mother asked further. I don't want to keep lying to Mom. I lay my body on a simple bed that has always been the most comfortable place for me.

Oh yes, I had to call Mr. Hendi about last night, I also rushed to pick up the mobile number notebook. Yes, I did deliberately record all the important numbers, so it is not difficult to ask back if my phone is lost or damaged.

"Sorry Mr. Hendi, this is my Maria. Sorry sir before, I want to move the store Pak because I have no way to work in the store Mr. I was traumatized by the attitude of Mas Romi last night who almost harassed me, I hope you can understand." I said.

Shortly afterwards, Hendi replied.

"Well, you'll try. But you have to be patient until there is a new cashier who can replace you. For a while I will make a re-schedule so as not to one shift with Romi. I also regretted the incident."

"Fine sir thank you."

I was relieved after reporting it, at least I was able to avoid Romi.