The Nick's Life
Occasions
At two in the afternoon, everyone dispersed. Fahrul who first left because his parents reported that they had arrived at his apartment. Followed by Denis who got a call from one of his aunt bedmates. Nick, Abe, Arnav, Iza and Meta are walking towards the parking lot.
“Met.. I drive home,” bargain Arnav.
“Do not want Met. It is safer to go home using an online taxi than to be escorted by him,” between Abe who immediately got the deadly plot from Arnav.
“Your house where is Met?’ ask Nick.
"Cirendeu.”
“Where's the wire?” sambar Arnav's.
“Decet situ gintung.”
“Let's go with Iza,” take Nick.
“Mending lo anter Iza aja, let Meta same me. Iza has not come home from the morning, afraid later his father nyariin,” kilah Arnav.
“Iya between Iza aja first, it was ummi wa me,” said Meta.
“Masa? When Met?”
“Tadi abis salat. Said you couldn't be contacted.”
Iza checked his phone. Sure enough, his flat object died because it ran out of power. Arnav cheered happily inwardly, it seemed like the sky was on his side.
“Meet me drop off, come on.”
Meta followed Arnav to his car. Abe says goodbye to Iza and Nick then heads to his vehicle. Same with Nick and Iza. They headed for Nick's car parked at the very end of the row.
Arnav arrived at the location of his parked car, a new Toyota Avanza. He immediately opens the front door for Meta but is rejected by the girl.
“Sorry, we're not muhrim, I'm sitting in the back seat if you don't mind.”
Arnav was a little surprised to hear it but no doubt his head nodded.It is better he relented than to lose the opportunity to deliver the girl of his target back home. Meta gets into the passenger seat at the back. Arnav soon got behind the wheel. Meta at a glance from the middle rearview mirror.
Buset.I am a rich online taxi driver. Nothing, now sitting in the back, next sitting on my lap...
Arnav smiled faintly, his mischievous thoughts continuing to wander. Slowly the car started to drive away from the cafe area. Arnav incessantly steals a glance at Meta from the rearview mirror while occasionally having him chat.
“The plan is finished college wants to work or marry?”
“In Shaa Allah wants to work.”
“Let's find job info right for your rich girls. But actually there is, that's also if you are interested.”
“May than idle. What part work?”
“Ngature finance.”
“Wah is not my major if accounting.”
“It's not financial, but it's educational too, so cook too. Multi tasking is.”
“What's the job?”
“So my wife.”
Meta glanced at his smile then lowered his gaze. Arnav is getting more and more anxious. At a red light Arnav stopped his car, then his eyes looked straight at the rearview mirror, enjoying the beautiful view from there. Instantly his brain travels to imagine Meta's body size from behind his loose clothes. Arnav shook his head, expelling the perverted thoughts in his head.
As soon as the lights turned green, Arnav returned to drive his vehicle. Meta began to give directions when the vehicle he was riding began to enter the area there gintung. Shortly thereafter Meta asked to stop in front of the black-fenced house. Arnav stopped his vehicle and then came down.
“Thank ya already want anterin me home.”
“Sama-sama. When you hear, I can't come? Yes, so your hurrah team.”
“Only do you not work?”
“Bisalah gush time. What time are you in court?”
“Again, I got the first schedule.”
Arnav sighed, if it was morning of course he could not come to the campus to provide support. The man had to attend a briefing in his office.
“Ngga can be postponed so?”
“Yes no, just ngaco. I go in first yeah, be careful on the road. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Arnav sees Meta coming into the house. After Meta was lost from his sight, the man turned his back. Whistling, he got into the car.
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Nick's silver CRV begins to enter the coachman's land area. During the trip from the cafe until now, there was no conversation between Nick and Iza. The man continued to drive his car through the railway crossing. As he approaches the school building, Nick turns his car around.
“Nick..”
“I deliver to the front of the house. You must be troubled to bring all the gifts from my friend.”
Iza was silent, what Nick said was true. Both hands will not be able to bring all the gifts given by Nick and his friends. The four-wheeled vehicle finally stopped at a light blue painted house. Iza opens the car door followed by Nick. The man then opened the back door and took out all the gifts of his friends, including a bouquet of flowers from him.
Iza takes a bouquet of flowers and a box of cookies from Nick's hand and enters the house, which happens to be open. After saying his greetings, the girl went inside followed by Nick from behind. Iza's arrival was welcomed by the Ummi.
“New home Zi? How was your trial lan..car.”.
Ummi speech was cut when he saw a man berparas bule standing behind his son. Realizing that, Iza immediately introduced Nick to his official.
“Ummi.. know this my friend, Nick. He was the one who helped me spread the question.”
“Oohh... Thank you for helping Iza.”
“Sama-sama aunt.”
Nick grabs ummi's hand and kisses her back. Although it has long passed, but the teachings of ummi Salma and Farid are still attached to his mind. He knows how to respect older people. Ummi invited Nick to sit down. Iza placed the cake and chocolate boxes on the dining table, while the rest were taken to the room. He said goodbye to Nick.
“Nick.. I go upstairs first yes, want to take a shower.”
“Please.”
Ummi also went to the kitchen to make a drink. Nick's eyes looked around. In front of him was a large family photo. Iza has only one older brother, his face is similar to that of ummi. While Iza has more genes of his father, only white heritage ummi.
Ummi came up with a tray containing a cup of warm tea and a plate containing risoles that he had just finished frying. He put it on the table, then sat down with Nick. For a moment ummi looked at the appearance of the young man before her. Physically, Nick looks perfect.
“Have long known with Iza?” ummi's voice broke the silence between them.
“Not too long, aunt.”
“Know Iza where?”
“We met not on purpose. Coincidentally Iza research in my friend's office.”
“Nick himself already working or still in college.”
“I work at the hotel Ambrosia Hills.”
“That's a five-star hotel. See his ads often on tv.”
“Iya tan.”
The mood was silent again. Ummi can judge that Nick is a man who has intelligence and also high confidence. He always answered questions without hesitation and dared to sit with him. The silent atmosphere broke when Iza came to join. The girl's appearance was already fresher by wearing more casual clothes. Iza sat next to ummi.
“Where to ummi?”
“Abi was picked up by Anton. Ask to be escorted to meet with candidates besan said.”
“Aurel wants to marry, ummi?”
“It looks like so.”
Iza is just mangosteen. Aurel is Iza's cousin, only two years old.
“Nick, drink the tea. Cobain it risoles made in ummi,” said Iza.
“If it does not feel as good as made by the hotel, please understand ya,” connect ummi.
Nick only smiled faintly, reaching for a white cup with golden ornaments on the edge. The taste of the tea was just right on his tongue, not bitter and not too sweet. Then his hand took the risoles that still remained warm. Nick must admit that the taste of risoles made by ummi is really good.
“Where, good not?” ask Iza curiously.
“Enak. Why not try to bargain for an ummi hotel? When it comes to snacking, we like to take it from the outside. Uh sorry, aunt.”
“Call ummi, nothing. Ummi where have time for that. Besides, Iza's ashes definitely won't permitin.”
“Ummi business woman also.”
“Free channeling hobbies aja.”
Light talk continued to flow between the three. Iza is happy because ummi is quite open with Nick's presence. In his heart he was also grateful that his ashes were not at home. He's still not ready to introduce Nick, at least for now.
It was getting late in the afternoon, and Nick went home. Ummi gave Nick a container t**perware risoles, because it turns out the young man really likes it. Iza drove Nick to the front of his car.
“Thank you for today,” said Iza.
“Sama-sama. Thank you for stopping by and getting acquainted with Ummi. Does this mean you're giving me a chance?”
“What are you serious about?”
“Do you think?”
“Ck. habitually answer questions with questions again.”
Iza rolled her eyeballs, Nick just chuckled. He leaned his back against the body of the car, his hands crossed and his eyes stared straight at Iza. The girl turned her eyes the other way. I couldn't seem to hang out with the man in front of him any longer. There's always a strange flutter when staring at that brown iris.
“I miss you, Zi. A month of not seeing you and exchanging news with you makes me not karena. Even if you don't give me a chance, I will keep trying until you give me a chance. Does that answer your question?”
“Let's try. But you don't mind if we meet, I take Meta.”
“Ngga problems. You want to take RT or hansip sir even if I will not mind.”
“What the hell..”
Iza smiled faintly hearing Nick's crisp joke. In his heart, he hoped that the decision he made was right. Almost a month he has been thinking carefully about Nick's offer.
“I'm home.”
“Be careful on the road.”
“Hmm..”
Nick turned his body and his hand reached for the doorknob. But had not been able to open it, again Iza's voice was heard.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
Nick's hand stopped, his reflexes turned his body. Netraya looked at Iza who seemed to be waiting for a greeting from her.
“Waalaikumsalam.”
“One of our ta’aruf rules is to say hello when meeting and parting. I want us to pray for each other for good.”
“Ok.. I'll get used to it from now on.”
Nick turned his body back to the car and opened the door of the iron train. He lowered the window glass, his hand waving towards Iza as his foot pressed down on the gas pedal.
Just now Nick's car was running a few meters, from the opposite direction appeared Anton's vehicle. Both cars passed. From inside the car, Rahadi tried to look at the driver of the car he had seen while talking to his daughter.
Iza undoes her intention to enter the house as soon as Anton's car stops in front of the house. Rahardi and Anton came down from inside. Iza approached the two middle-aged men and then kissed the back of their hands.
“Who was Zi?” ask Rahadi without further ado.
“Friends.”
“Which friend? Kaya abi has never seen before.”
“Ehem!!”
Deheman Anton stopped Iza who was just about to answer his aunt's question. He beckoned his nephew to enter the house. This sister-in-law is indeed too strict on her daughter.
“Give a little freedom to Zi, don't overstretch her.”
“I only asked.”
“You asked already like a cop interrogating a thief. I went home, said to Mina, I didn't stop by. Thanks for accompanying me.”
Anton got back in his car. Before long the four-wheeled vehicle sedan type drove leaving Rahadi who was still glued to where he stood. A moment later the man stepped into the house.
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Nick stepped out of the square-shaped iron box when he reached the 20th floor. He continued walking towards his mother's unit. After entering the six-digit security code, the door opened. The apartment looked quiet, Nick continued to go to his room. While crossing Diah's room, she faintly heard de**han's voice from inside the room.
Nick went straight into his room without caring about the sound he heard. My mother must have satisfied Mr. Smith, because the weekend is the schedule of the Australian man visiting.
Nick went into the bathroom. Undone all the clothes that were attached to her body then walked towards the shower. Cold water instantly removed the fatigue he felt. After washing his body and head, Nick ended his bathing ritual. He walked towards the sink.
Nick opened a small closet located in the corner. His hand grabbed the shaver, then slowly he began to thin the dense feathers that fell on his jaw. After finishing tidying up his crest, Nick came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hand opened the closet and took out a pair of casual clothes.
Nick exited the room and headed for the kitchen. Seen Diah was sitting in the dining chair. Nick opens the fridge and takes a bottle of cold drink from it. He pulled up the chair then sat opposite Diah who was cutting an apple.
“When did you come?”
“Newly.”
“Your job is smooth?”
“Hmm.”
Nick plucks a piece of apple from the plate then puts it in his mouth at once. Diah returns to pick up an apple to cut it again and thrust it at Nick. Even though it was this big, Nick was still acting spoiled to her.
“What do you want to eat? Mommy make it.”
“Pasta aja mom.”
Diah stood up, placed a plate filled with fruit and a glass of cold water then brought to his room. Soon the woman returned to the kitchen. He's gonna make some pasta for Nick.
“Mom. I again ta’aruf same someone.”
Diah stopped her activity that was slicing chili. Turned his head towards Nick who was still eating his apples. He washed his hands and approached the child. Nick's neck from behind.
“Who is that woman?”
“Iza, her name is Iza.”
“What is she beautiful?”
“Banget.”
Diah chuckled, her heart was so happy to hear the child being close to a woman. He almost thought Nick was gay, because he never introduced a woman to him. He kissed Nick's cheek then returned to his place. Continue what has stopped.
“When mommy can meet Iza?”
“Later mom. I'm not ready to tell her about our family now.”
“Are you embarrassed about mommy?”
Nick stood up and approached Diah. The woman who raised him. His hand rubbed Diah's back.
“I'm not ashamed of mommy. I just need some time to tell him all this. Because I want to start a relationship without covering things up. He deserves to know all about me. I don't want her to think mommy is low, so please give me time to introduce her to mommy.”
“You must love him so much,” Diah returned Nick's embrace.
“Iya mom. But my fight to get it is still long. Pray for me mom.”
Diah unravels her embrace. He stared at the child's face and then his hands cupped Nick's face.
“Mommy will always pray for you. Mommy will do anything to make you happy,” Diah kisses Nick's forehead then hugs him back.
“Oh yes mom, was her mother Iza ngasih risoles, briefly.”
Nick rushed into his room. Soon he came out with a yellow box in his hand. He handed the box to his mother. He opened it and took it.
“Hmm. tasty.”
“Totally mom, yummy.”
Diah lifted her thumb and then she returned to work, making oglio olio paste, her son's favorite. Nick sits at the dinner table enjoying risoles.
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**Don't give up Nick, but Iza's Abi is yueremin ya🙈
Arnav.
Thank you to everyone who wants to stop by my work🤗 hopefully this story can entertain you yes😘😘**