The Prince
68. Quiet

The ticking of the watch's needle kept turning, and the sun started to rise. The sky that was golden because the sunlight was still not perfect, has now begun to display its bright aura.

Even the air that felt cold as if carrying the opium of his creatures to stay asleep, now began to warm up to invite his humans to move. 

“Lo no agenda?” tanya Kia folded the new yellow rice wrapping paper she was ravenously consuming.

Because there were no groceries that morning, Kia and Cyntia had breakfast snacks at a yellow rice seller in front of a residential alley. 

“Ngak. Still the day after we gather again, this is the weekend end, we are given the bolt read the script and perdalam peran” said Cyntia. 

“Oh, okay. My office is leaving. Bummer yak?” 

“Hemm demo dong! Hehe!” cyntia replied provokingly. His highness is Kia.

“Open a drama shoot also do not see the day huh?” kia asked back to attack Cyntia. 

“But it is not regular the next time. Just according to project” replied Cyntia willing to show off her new job. 

“Yaya, who wants to be an artist” replied Kia manyun to his theme. 

“Iya dong!” cyntia answered widening her lip muscles to the right and left so that a beautiful and perfect view is formed. 

“Iyuuh” Cibir Kia upset.

Then Kia got up, took out the trash, washed her hands. And leave immediately.

Kia stood in front of the mirror, hooking up the pretty safety pin, locking onto the cloth that covered her darkness gracefully. Kia looked in the mirror to make sure she was neat and beautiful for the umpteenth time. Tetiba Kia smiled to herself. 

Kia admits she is cute and sweet. For some reason, today Kia wants to perform optimally until many times correct the hijab pashminanya. Then change the color of lipstick. 

Wearing the red color of the sombre, then Kia remove. Changing the color pink is less visible, finally Kia wears the color nude. But less lit. And so on until suddenly his trash place was full of cotton. 

Kia wants to look perfect. The shadow on her head was, Kia would meet Aslan, either in the parking lot, in the elevator, in the cafeteria or maybe they would meet at the mushola.

For sure Kia wants to look beautiful in Aslan's eyes. Whether what that means, Kia wants to tease Aslan or Kia begins to be interested. To be sure Kia's instinctive impulse, Kia did not want to look ugly and cursed at Aslan. 

“Hah.” 

Finally Kia chose the color nude combined with red in the middle. Then Kia smeared a tipid blush on pink under her thin eyes. She also wears eyeliner. But all of that is very rarely used. 

After feeling the fit, Kia sprayed the fragrance oil. And grab his bag. 

“For so long, the feeling before breakfast is ready. Since when do you hobby dandan?” cyntia Bawel latai Kia.

“Ishh, how nagging Lo, hand me lah” taunted Kia annoyed to Cyntia while throwing her shy face away from Cyntia's gaze.

“Lo dandan make his father son lo yes?” ledek Cyntia again. 

“Hisssh, what the hell? Sory yeah, don't mop me up and make him. I work in an office, naturally dong. I have to be beautiful and fragrant, doang artist who can be beautiful and fragrant?” answer Kia mmbela selves. 

“Hmm yaya!” 

“Lo keep the house? If you want to go lock the door!”

“Ya..” 

“Eh but by the way, you really, do not want to go home to your husband?” ask Kia to make sure. I hope Cyntia finds the best way for her wedding.

“That's my home. Udah ahh , discuss later already sono lo go!” answer Cyntia ketus. Make Cyntia his household very terrible and do not want to remember it.

“Oke, bye. I leave” pamit Kia. 

“Daah, hope to see you! Hehe!” said Cyntia escorted Kia to the door.

"Who did you meet?" tanya Kia stopped her steps and made sure to Cyntia.

"Atasan. Ipang's Father. Said he wanted a demo to take a day off?" ledek Cyntia Fad.

“Issh, ah Assalamu'alaikum” Kia just sneered and embarrassed to answer.

Kia really felt touched by Aslan's treatment. Despite suddenly acting cold and away from Kia, it turns out that she is ready to make a home for Kia. Instead, make Ipang but still occupy Kia.

Kia stopped at the bus stop. His fingers are linked to each other, if you usually wait for the bus to come Kia can enjoy it with her own art, feeling that looking at the blue sky is fun.

Now though how many seconds it feels like long. Kia wants to get to the office where she works. 

Every now and then, Kia bit her lower lip, staring down the street as far as her eyes could see, her bus was yet to come.

Then Kia glanced at her watch. And then wait again. It felt like waiting time elongated many times over. 

When the bus that Kia was waiting for came. Kia was like getting a gift, very happy and excited. Kia was sitting in the same row as yesterday. Kia enjoyed the journey. Looked at the same road as Kia passed yesterday. 

Suddenly Kia felt her heartbeat forming a rhythm. The rhythm of the singing, the humming of love that only Kia, could hear and enjoy. There was another warmth of Aslan's gaze as he sat beside her. 

Without Kia noticing, Kia enjoyed her time with Aslan yesterday. Even without Kia can hide Kia smiling herself considering Aslan had to lie and stand crowded when invaded by mothers. According to Kia at the time, Aslan was very funny, and Kia wanted to laugh at him. 

“Yes God. Ssshh, why do I keep thinking about him anyway?” muttered Kia shook her head while closing her eyes.

Until the person beside Kia, looked at Kia in wonder. Is Kia sick or what? Gorgeous beautiful smile of her own, self-delivery. 

Kia returned to her senses trying to cast away the shadow about Aslan. Enjoy the journey quietly. 

After a few tens of minutes of travel with metropolitan backup. Plastered high-rise building lined and marine. The vague Nareswara logo looked like it was waving telling Kia to get ready to go down. 

Kia gets up and gets ready to come down. For some reason, just getting off the bus, Kia's chest felt like the heat. The heat that burns the spirit like when a Junior High child suddenly called the headmaster but do not know what for. 

Kia got down and stepped quickly into the Nareswara office area. Then Kia's eyes went around looking for the shiny car she used to see. 

“Tumben he hasn't arrived yet? Am I the one who's part?” muttered Kia again.

“Ihh why else would I think of him, ck ck, Kia Kia, please deh! Work, work don't think of him!” kia's inner self again cursed herself. 

Kia stepped forward to the elevator, inside the employees were crowded and passed by. The mark of Kia was not parted, even almost late. 

Kia stood in front of the employee elevator, while waiting for the door to open. The reflection of his eyes turned to the elevator beside him which was special for the company officials.

Suddenly Kia's cheeks flushed on their own. In Kia's vision like seeing himself when with Aslan at that time, wrongly entered the pedantic elevator, even Kia slapped Aslan in front of the elevator. 

“Thing” elevator door open. Kia immediately walked in and headed to her work floor. 

That day Kia went through her work day with enthusiasm. Kia wants to finish her job quickly. Hope the dzuhur time will come quickly. 

Kia wants to go to the mosque again, somehow Aslan looks sexy when her face is wet with wudzu water, without a suit and tie, with her shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Especially when Aslan seemed silent. With a silent look it makes Kia more and more dag dig dug wrong behavior.

“Ke mushola it's Kia prayer, why he kept it anyway, oh my God” grumbled Kia again. 

And dzuhur time arrived. No matter Delvin's invitation to eat, Kia rushed to the mushola. 

“If I meet him? I wonder what? Thanks for the house?” 

“Ahh no, I can't seem happy” 

“Or yes I agree and agree, we are reconciled and friendly babysit Ipang with good?” 

“Ahh why so stiff? What should I say if I meet?” 

Along the way Kia stepped towards the place of prayer, Kia's mind was filled with Aslan. Not only now, but since meeting again Aslan had always come to Kia's brain, like a shameless ghost. Either come up with something that makes Kia shy, furious or fun. 

Arriving at the mushola Kia wailed around. Then looking for the shiny shoes that she saw the other day, Kia also sharpened her kisser looking for a prominent perfume scent. But all that he didn't get.  

Until Kia finished praying and praying, and Kia had to return. Kia did not discover what she had imagined and what she had encountered yesterday. Somehow Kia felt suddenly crowded and something was missing. Kia was not excited. 

“This is the weekend, soon hours home, maybe he's home, is he off?” muttered Kia again. 

“Later tonight will Ipang perform, will he come see Ipang? Maybe yes, I say thank you and peace deal later tonight. But if itri and you media see and hear it, how?”