The Perfectionist 2: Aerospace
Friend's Arrival

The sound of the roar of the motor was heard when Hendra, Igan and Tia were still busy talking in the living room.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." Ujang's voice was heard on the doorstep with a man in his fifties wearing a skullcap.

"Wa'alaikum greetings ... Eh Jang, come on in! Come sir, please come in." said Hendra sumringah because the person who was waiting for finally came too.

"Yes, Hen. Yuk Bah, come in!" sahut Ujang while inviting the man behind him to come in.

The two of them stepped in and joined in the guest chair with Tia and Igan. They shake each other.

"This is Abah Pi'i, my mainstay engineer, Hen." said Ujang introduced.

"Oke Jang, thank you very much for helping me bring Abah Pi'i here. Thanks to Abah for coming here" said Hendra.

"That's what I've done, Mas. I want to massage now what?" abah Pi'i.

"Hmmm ... Abah is not tired of new nyampe directly kurut?" Hendra asked back.

"No, no. . I am very ordinary. My work ..." said Abah Pi'i while chuckling.

Everyone in the room smiled.

"Yes already Kak now, the more flat the better." suggested Tia.

Hendra also said, "Come Bah, now just the sequence."

"Hayu atuh." sahut abah Pi'i while helping Hendra stand, assisted also by Ujang.

While Tia and Igan stood staring at the three people entering the living room towards Hendra's room.

His phone suddenly rang, he immediately took his phone out of his pocket.

"Dad?" muttered Igan without taking his eyes off the phone screen.

"Why, Mas?" tia asked who saw her lover.

"Here, Dad's on the phone. I got a phone call first, huh?"

"Yes, it's nothing."

Shortly thereafter Igan began to converse with his father via mobile phone, while again sitting in the guest chair.

"Assalamu'alaikum, where are you again?"

"Wa'alaikum salam, Igan is still at Tia's house. What's up, Dad?"

"Well, how is it still there? Is Tia really not working?"

"No Dad, Tia took an impromptu leave because Mas Hendra would have been dibegal after returning home from the middle of the night."

"What, scuttered?? What's the condition?"

"Now it is sorted by his subscription masseur Kang Ujang. Thank God it's not fatal."

"Oh ... I don't know about today not going to the office, want a guest. Dad's business partner, good friend too. He wants to know you, he said. You can go home first, right?"

Thinking for a moment, he glanced at Tia who was still sitting beside him. He felt he did not want to leave the house of the lover, after a long time did not meet because of his work outside the city.

Tia smiled and nodded looking at Igan, as her mouth said 'nothing' but without a sound.

Igan stunned, he did not expect if Tia knew what was in his mind.

"Gan, you're still beating up, aren't you, son?" reprimand Stars.

"Oh, i-iya Well, Igan horrified. Yes-yes, Igan went straight home." said Igan nervously.

"Yes, greetings to Tia and Hendra are there? Hopefully Hendra will get well."

"Yes Well, later Igan to Mas Hendra and Tia. Assalamu'aikum ...."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

"Why, Mas? How's that geliatin?" Tia looked blushed.

Igan smiled, he really liked to see his lover blushed.

"I still want to talk to you first, Yang. Same with Hendra. But Dad said, at home there would be a business partner guest and a good friend of Dad. And he wants to see me he said."

Tia smiled sweetly, "Yes .. I said nothing. Next time Igan can come here again. Now go home first, kasian Pak Bintang already waiting."

Igan smiled again and ruffled the hair on the top of Tia's head with anxiety, making Tia laugh.

"Well, I'm going home, baby? Oh yes, I had a greeting from Dad, for Mas Hendra as well."

"Yes, I'll take it. Greetings to Mr Bintang and Bu Bulan huh?"

"Hmmm .. I hear you call my parents so it doesn't taste good?" igan protests suddenly, leaving Tia confused.

Tia gawked, "E-why is it, Mas? Wrong huh? What should ... I call him?" tia asked, confused.

"Hmmm .. You should call them father and mother, just as I call them." said Igan as he poked the tip of Tia's nose.

Tia smiled, worried because she was afraid of being considered wrong words disappeared already.

"But we're not married yet, Mom. Later if we have ijab-sah." said Tia with a spoiled smile.

"Yes .. but getting used to it from now on is no problem."

"No, later even considered rude. I am also a woman in her office Mr. Bintang, so .. It is still natural that I call her that."

Igan sighed deeply, then grunted softly.

"Huff .. Yes, it's up to you. What matters is that if we get married, don't call me wrong?" said Igan anxiously pulling the tip of Tia's nose slowly.

Tia laughed cheerfully, but both of them suddenly clumsy when Ujang had returned to the living room after helping Hendra into his room.

Ujang steps suddenly stopped because it felt bad to disturb the two lovebirds.

"Eh, Kang Ujang." - tia chuckles as she laughs. - "Sir Hendra has started to sort, Kang?" ask Tia.

"Yes, already. Hmmm .. sorry to be disturbing. I sat outside anyway." said Ujang, clumsy.

"Why outside, Kang? Just sit here, I want to stay. Please take care of my future wife, will you, Kang?" seloroh Igan's.

"Oh, ready to talk about it ...!" sahut Ujang quickly with his cute expression.

Igan laughed then pointed his thumb at Ujang, who responded to the same thing by Ujang.

Igan went to his car and went home.

*

The doorbell of the Bintang house rang, a sign that there were guests visiting.

"Sir, please see who's coming! Perhaps the guest is Mr." pinta Bulan in the kitchen at Marni, one of his ART.

"Well, ma'am." said Marni then rushed towards the living room.

Marni opened the main door of the magnificent house, two people stood outside the door.

"Excuse me, is there a star sir?" ask the man in batik clothes and glaze politely.

"Oh sorry, Mr is his best friend Mr Bintang?" ask Marnie carefully.

The man smiled warmly, "Yes Ma'am, I'm Hendrawan Aditya. If this is my daughter." he said.

"Alright, please enter first Mr. Hendrawan and Miss. I'll call Mr. Star for a moment."

Hendrawan and his daughter walked into the living room following Marni's steps, then both sat in the comfortable and elegant guest chair. Marni went back in to call the host.

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