The Secretaries of Cupu's Heart Port
Plan Meet

The sun began to return to its contentions. Be the beginning for the moon to display its existence. Be a light for the darkness of the night.

In a large and luxurious house, a small family is waiting for one of the residents to come home from work. A son who is the pride of both his parents must be.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

The voice of the son began to echo throughout the house. Her mother immediately welcomed her.

"Finally, you go home too. Mama thinks you're overtime." Say hello to the mother who despite her age is almost five heads, but still looks like she is in her thirties. Christina.

"So finish the report first, Ma. Tomorrow morning to have a meeting with Reyhan." Honestly, the child, who is none other than Ihsan.

"Yes already. Take a shower there! Mama same Nura ready for dinner."

"Yes, Ma."

Ihsan immediately went to her room to clean up. Her mother and sister prepared dinner for the whole family.

After the shower, Ihsan's phone rang. A sign a message has come in. He immediately opened it, because indeed, he was waiting for a reply from someone. Ihsan gave a small smile reading the name of the sender of the message.

"Can, sir."

That short message, managed to make Ihsan smile more and more. The message was from Nisa.

"alright. Tomorrow I'll pick you up. Where's your home address?"

Ihsan's heart was a little flowery at this moment. There was little hope in his heart. Because tomorrow, his curiosity will be cured. That's what's on his mind now

Ja. Ihsan invited Nisa to dinner together tomorrow. Ihsan was intending to ask why Nisa was covering her real face which was actually very beautiful.

Ihsan brought down her phone. Put it on the family room table. He had a little chat with his father, while waiting for his mother and sister to finish cooking dinner.

After dinner, as usual, they got together while enjoying the time. Ihsan checked his phone for a moment. Perhaps, Nisa had already replied to her last message earlier. But it hasn't.

"Ra! Your face is beautiful, tuh," said Ihsan suddenly.

"Thank you, Bang." Nura replied happily while smiling widely.

"It's not finished yet." Ihsan.

"Kirain, I want to praise it that way."

"Would you not, hide your pretty face from the world?"

"Oh, what brother, anyway? It's an asset, Bang. The first person to see it was his face. If her face is beautiful, it must be nice to see." Relax Nura.

"Oh, that. So, if that girl's the one whose face matters, huh?"

"Yes, that's not it, Bang. But, if our faces are pretty or handsome, other people who see us must also be good, right, Bang?"

"Oh, so, that pretty or handsome face doesn't matter to a girl, Ra?"

"Yes, pretty important, Bang. Uh, but, brother why the hell, why suddenly ask like that? You have a boyfriend, right?"

"Not that. Temen. Yesterday accidentally met when you bought fried rice. And it turns out, his face is so different that every day I see it in the office." Ihsan Honestly.

"What does Brother mean?"

"In the office, every day, his face was always a spotty, or a red-red rash. Not very smooth anyway. But last night, suddenly her face was smooth, very beautiful. And it turns out to be his real face."

"Temen Abang just wear make up?"

"No, Ra. You see, Abis Abang mergokin real face, he was just as willing to ask the brother, keep his secret. So, your brother's office, it was deliberately covering up his real face that was clearly prettier than you."

"Abang! Just delicious! Nura is the most beautiful girl in the office." Nura's rebut did not accept.

"It's in papa's office. Not in my office."

"Don't, Brother!" Upset Nura, while dropping blows to her brother's shoulder and arm.

Nura Salsabila, the only sister of Ihsan. He is indeed very spoiled if with Ihsan. He would be very angry, if his only brother, praising another woman, was better than him.

"Udah! Already! You're this! I'm big, I still fight a lot!" Lerai Evi, Ihsan's mother.

"Ang, Ma!" Adu Nura's.

"You too, San! I know how Nura is. Still goofing around." Tegur Evi's.

"Ihsan was just asking Nura, Ma. His words are sensi." Ihsan Bela.

Evi finally just shook her head. Because he understood very well, the nature of his two children.

"But really, Ma. Ihsan did not think the same thing Ihsan did in the office." Imbuh Ihsan enthusiastically.

"Who the hell, Bang?" Tanya Nura was curious.

"He's Reyhan's secretary. Her name is Nisa."

"Nura's never met, Bang. But, yes, it's fake acne? That looks real, Bang." Timpal Nura soon.

"I couldn't believe it last night either, Ra. But after Nisa had asked me to keep Nisa's secret, I believed." Ihsan Honestly.

"You didn't ask why?" Ask Evi to mediate.

"Yesterday I didn't say, Ma. Tomorrow, Ihsan wants to ask her again."

"Well, someone's going on a date, right!" Nura Goda.

"I don't have a relationship with Nisa." Kilah Ihsan's.

"Yes, there is no now. Tomorrow there will be." Nura Imbuh.

"No papa dong, Ra. Who knows, tomorrow could be Mama's ex." Evi Timpal.

Ihsan immediately looked at his mother. "Why do you keep going, anyway?"

"Yes, I want to have a ghost, San." Honestly Evi.

Ihsan just melengos. He stood up and went back to his room. Because he did not want to go back to hearing the whining of his mother who wanted to immediately have a son-in-law.

Evi and Nura smiled amusedly at Ihsan's attitude. They knew Ihsan was also trying to fulfill her mother's request. But since there was nothing that could make him fall in love, he could only run away, if his mother talked about the matter.

The next morning, the,,

"Where is Nura's mom going? Tumben's been tidy?" Ihsan asked, as he was about to leave for work.

"You go to Aya's tea house. You're anterin mama's with Nura first, yeah!" Evi Pinta.

"Nura's car was taken by papa, Bang. Papa's car is still in the workshop."

"Where's he going?"

"To Hendrawan's house."

Ihsan finally complied with her mother's request. She took her mother to her sister's house before leaving for work. Not to forget, he advised his mother and sister, not to tell anyone about what he told you last night about Nisa. And they agree too.

And since today there was a morning meeting with Reyhan, Ihsan only drove her mother and sister to the front of the house. He only sends greetings because he cannot stop by to say hello.

Evi and Nura immediately entered. They are greeted by a homeowner who is cooking with someone who looks foreign.

"Dena?" Sapa Nura hesitated.

"Nura?" A girl, who was cleaning her hands.

Nura immediately approached the girl. The girl immediately welcomed him. They immediately embraced to let go of the miss.

"When do you come home?" Ask Evi enthusiastically.

"Evening, Aunt." Honestly the girl, after finishing cuddling with Nura.

"Do you want to go home?" Tanya Nura was happy.

"And surprise. My mom didn't know I was coming home. Only Reyhan knows. Because I asked to pick you up at the airport." Honestly, the girl.

That girl is Rania Dena Anggara. He's Reyhan's sister. He had just returned from London, having completed his S1 and S2 studies, while developing his father's company abroad.

Dena and Nura are the same age. They were friends since childhood. They split up because Dena went on to study abroad.

"There's Aunt Evi with Nura." Sapa Reyhan, who just got off with Viona.

"Yes, Rey." Friendly Evi.

"Om Andre's not coming, Auntie?" Reyhan-friendly, after dreary looking for the husband of one of the guests in his house.

"No. He has a promise with his friend. Ihsan had already left. He didn't stop by, because he said there was a morning meeting with you." Honestly Evi.

"Yes, Aunt. Want to get a new tender proposal."

Evi just ber oh ria responded to Reyhan.

"I have to get their proposal. They have to lose this time." Inner Viona between her friendly smile greeted Evi and Nura.

This is Reyhan's house. Or rather Reyhan's parents' house. Dan Evi is the younger sister of Reyhan's mother, Soraya Fatma. Or commonly called Aya.

Reyhan said goodbye to everyone. He leaves with Viona who will also leave for the boutique.

The four women finally sat relaxing in the dining room while chatting.

"You have a show, Ra, today?" Ask Dena enthusiastically.

"Nemenin' mommy's all." Honest Nura.

"Later get me, yeah!" Pinta Dena without further ado.

"Where?"

"To bang Rey's office."

"Mama also invite me there later."

"Good dong."

"You work straight away?"

"No. I want to meet someone."

"Waahh, just returned from London. I'm straight up with a guy, here."

"Have a son! The one I want to meet is a girl."

"Well? Howdy?"

"I want to meet his secretary bang Reyhan. Sister Nisa." honestly Dena relaxed.

"Mama also wants to be acquainted with her secretary bang Reyhan."

Dena immediately turned to Evi who was chatting with Aya.

"Tante Evi want to meet Nisa?" Ask Dena without further ado.

"What, Den? Oh, aye. Last night Ihsan suddenly told me about Nisa. I'm curious about the same person."

"Wow! I think the hilal would-be ghosts already look at this, Vi." Tymphal Aya suddenly.

"Not yet to know it, Tea. His name is still diem. But, hopefully, yes." Answer Evi happily.

Secretly, Dena was a little disappointed and did not like the chatter of her mother and aunt. His heart was a little dislike of his own mother's curse.

"What yes, mbak Nisa deretin same bang Ihsan?" Inner Dena.

"Den! Den!" Call Nura, because Dena is daydreaming.

"Eh. What's?" Stuttering Dena surprised.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Ah, no."

"You, why would you want to know her secretary bang Rey?"

"Oh, that. I saw him several times in the photo that Mr. Rudi and bang Reyhan sent. I was curious." Honest Dena.

"That's doang?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"People aren't very pretty, you know. I've met him once. And as for me at that time, she wasn't fashionable. I was so confused, how could the secretary of a person as great as Reyhan bang, his appearance is so ordinary."

"Bang Reyhan, never judge people just by his appearance. He clearly judged his performance if it was work affairs. And as far as I know, Nisa's job all this time, okay-okay." Bela Dena's.

Nura was silent. He knows what Dena is talking about. And that's a point. Because that's exactly what Reyhan is.

We cannot judge a book by its cover. And judge someone too. We can't judge it by its outward appearance alone. Because it might just be a mask or a cover to cover something.