The Value of Loyalty
What the hell does this mean?

Rindi had just entered walking with her eyes continuously focusing towards the file that was in her hand.

While Linggar had just moved from his seat about to go outside.

They passed in the middle of the room.

Rindi instantly sculpted when she felt something soft touch her cheeks. He turned towards the back, staring at the back of Linggar who had just moved away from him.

Did Linggar kiss her cheek?

Her hands rose touching the cheeks of Linggar's kiss. What the hell does this mean?

His sight was able to circulate into the entire space. Look at everyone who is still busy with their work. No one was disturbed by the incident just now.

Is this just a dream, but it is too real if it is said that he is just fantasizing.

Linggar closed the door with a smile on his face.

Ah, it still feels like touching Rindi's cheeks with her lips.

Rindi fell silent again and nodded. Still thinking about whether Linggar kissed her or just a dream.

Until Kamil's voice sounded greeting him, “Why Rin?” It felt strange because Rindi was silent alone in the middle there.

“No papa?” The hand that was still sweeping the cheek was now moving to scratch, like there was an itch there. Trying to be calm, even though the heart contains a thousand questions may not invite other suspicions.

Rindi sulked, deciding not to say hello to Linggar during work. Just say the important thing.

Even when they live together in the office at work.

Tired actually. These few days they are still faithfully preparing audit materials for the next day.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, it's time to go home. Rindi did not intend to pay back to the superior.

Tidy up the kerjan table. Put in any bag that needs to be put in. Tonight he has to bring his bike home. Don't want to go home with Linggar.

The flag did the same. Tidy up the table and put whatever should be put in the bag.

Rindi had risen from her seat, and walked away leaving the smiling Linggar stifled. I don't know what else is in his brain right now.

Wearing a helmet, do not forget to install a sweater

beloved knit. Insert the key into the contact.

Ah, finally he's free, go home alone without a Linggar. But I don't know if anything is awkward. It feels like something is missing.

Stater motor, heat up a little.

But he was stunned when Linggar separated his hands with the steering of a motor. What does this guy want?

When Rindi was silent waiting still waiting for Linggar to pull his hand, the man even went to the sidelines between the wheel with Rindi.

What does this guy want?

“I brought it,” Linggar while hanging his bag in front.

Rindi's eyes were getting wide open.

Crazy one! Her thought.

“You miss me so much, same as me.

Not going far? Can't bring a motor if you think it's gini?” That guy is still

stand up, because Rindi has not given him power over his bike.

“I don't have any other helmets sis.”

“Bentar we buy in third. There is an opencup car that sells helmets.”

“Pick!” Added. “Let's quickly arrive at home.”

With lips forward showing that he was sulking, Rindi retreated even if only a little. He meant to teach Linggar a lesson, let the man tired himself hold his weight because he got only a little sitting ration.

“Rin, don't load this.”

Rindi's getting lips together.

What does this guy want?

“You want my bench?” The flipped flag showed his flirtatious smile.

“Pc,” Rindi finally gives a decent spot for Linggar. This time he relented, or perhaps he could not do anything.

This guy's wearing a black hoodie, man,

did Linggar really plan this?

“Udah.” Short bind. There are still some annoyed remnants there.

“Where?”

“Di seat.” If not answered, the man will definitely continue to sue him.

They stopped at a junction called Linggar to buy a helmet. Do not forget to secure the motor key before going down. Rindi could have left it there.

“ Handle here.” While reaching for Rindi's hand to wrap around her stomach. They are ready to break the road again.

“Awas not to be released. I want to be Rossi tonight.”

Excuses! Say you want to be hugged.

“Awas not released.” He said again, turning around a little.

Behind Rindi held a smile and then returned to lips and then held back a smile.

“Rin, hungry. Eat first yuk!” A little screamed for Rindi to listen to her words before the wind carried the sound further away.

“Serah!” Rindi's a little sniffy. In my heart I want to cheer because I am happy. This time it was like they were dating.

“What do you eat?”

“Serah!” Again one word that will make men in the wrong phase that is never right.

Linggar decided to stop at one of the blue-tented taverns that seemed to emit smoke. Sate madura was his choice at this moment.

“So you want to eat here?” Rindi with a crimped forehead.

Long ago when Linggar was a student, the man took him to a restaurant even though it was not a luxury or a minimum of cafes. Now when it has received its own salary why Linggar brought it to street vendors like this.

“Kan said it was up to you. Forgot?” I don't know why this Linggar look sucks.

Or maybe it was just Rindi's feelings because she lost the argument, Linggar returned his words.

“Not! Eat at a restaurant or cafe.” His words, but still down also from the bike.

“Kan said it was up to?” Now Linggar's face increasingly looks rancid, with additional eyebrows that rise and fall.

“Come ah!” pulling Rindi's hand slowly to get away from the motor. Hands moved onto Rindi's shoulders as they had left the motor into the tent.

There were only two long tables with plastic chairs on each side of the table.

Put Rindi in the last seat. Minimizing Rindi sitting close to the same other man will enjoy satay in the tavern.

“What message do you want?” He said while looking at Rindi.

“There is indeed a choice?” Rindi is still tight.

It is clear that they came to be sellers of satay, yes there must be satay.

“Pc, chicken or goat satay? That?” avenged ketus, but he likes this part. Somehow arguing something light like this with Rindi made him happy.

“Ohhh...” With round lips.

“Kirain no burger, chiken-chiken so.” Accompanied by hands that move.

“Awwww,..” Rindi's voice that complained because Linggar had just touched her forehead.

“Centil bang.” Linggars.

But it makes Rindi giggle, continued Linggar who also laughed at the action.

“Goat.”

“Pak, goat satay two servings, chicken one serving. Complete seasoning, same lontong also.”

“Kok three?”

“Hapar Rin, no more free food. The other we split two. You must be hungry too, right?”

“Ooh, so wait for free rations?” Eye glances that point towards the Linggar.

“Hahahaha, not really. Don't talk about that. Later add hot, here there is no ac.” Seeing the look on Rindi's face, it seemed like the woman was showing her jealousy.