THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
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Miss Aisyah came out with Via. They smiled at the two guests who were already sitting on the sofa.

"How are you, Mr Andi?" greet Bu Aisyah.

"Alhamdulillah, fine," said Mr. Andi while standing.

Surya stood up. His hands were stretched out, asking for a handshake. Bu Aisyah and Via immediately clenched their palms in front of the chest while slightly bowing their bodies.

Pak Andi did the same with Bu Aisyah and Via. While Surya immediately danced his hand.

"Please sit back," said Bu Aisyah kindly.

"It's Surya, my nephew."

"Oh, is Surya still in college?" asked Ms. Aisyah as if she did not know.

"Have graduated, Auntie. Now help papah manage the printing."

"O, so. Uh, Via, make a drink first!" ma'am Aisyah's orders.

"Yes, Bun. Excuse me." Via rushed to the back. Shortly after, he came out with a tray with five cups of tea on it. After putting the cup to the table, he returned to serve a small meal.

"Please enjoy" said Mr. Haris.

"Thank you" replied Mr. Andi.

After talking for pleasantries, Mr. Andi began to discuss the subject. The nearly 50-year-old man pulled the files out of his bag.

"Look, Ma'am. Currently PT Wijaya Kusuma has started operating near normal. Finances are improving. Short-term debt is largely insurmountable. Indeed, the profit is not yet large. Well, it just so happened that a few days ago there was a big potential investor who was interested in the company of the deceased. However, that person wants to meet with the majority shareholder."

Via listening to Pak Andi's explanation. Sometimes he looked down.

"The company needs an injection of funds large enough if it wants to rise. That's what Mr. Arman said. And this is a tempting opportunity. Rarely do people glance at companies that have collapsed," said Mr. Andi closed his explanation.

"It's up to you, Via. Please consider cooking. This concerns your future," said Mr. Haris sage.

"Yes, Dad. Via can't make a decision right now."

"Sholat istikharah, please guide Allah to be given the best way," said Bu Aisyah softly.

"O yes, you invite Nak Surya to talk there. You're both economic people, still young. Our conversation of parents with different educational backgrounds with you is certainly not interesting" said Mr. Haris.

"Please go to the family room, Mas Surya. We can chat while watching TV," take Via.

Solar according. He followed Via's steps into the living room.

Azka was sitting while watching TV. Remote control is not out of hand.

"Please sit down, Mas Surya," said Via friendly.

Azka. His forehead frowned as he looked at Surya.

"O yes, this is Mas Azka, the second son of father and mother. Mas Azka, this is Mas Surya, Pak Andi's nephew," continued Via introducing the two men.

Azka held out a hand. Surya seemed a little hesitant to welcome Azka's hand. They shook hands for a moment. A faint smile expands on Azka's lips.

"Not to worry, bro. I guess our age is not much different.

"Yes, Mas. I just graduated about three months ago" Surya said.

"Don't call me. Just azka. Pass S1?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Same, dong. But I haven't graduated yet. New thesis hearing two weeks ago."

"Oh, that. Take what major?"

"Agronomy. Not popular, right? Haha... My brother just laughed when I got accepted into that department."

"What makes you interested in taking agronomy? I thought you took medicine like your papa."

"Our country is vast, Bro. Untreated land is still plentiful. Fertile again. This means that opportunities in agriculture are great for those who want to work full of innovation. Our country is known as an agrarian country, right? To the doctor, I don't know if no one's on my trail. Via who previously said he wanted to be a pediatrician, after graduating high school swing steering wheel take management."

"What did your brother take?"

"management too. Tu the Via looks like Mas Farhan, deh."

"Have a son!" protest Via while throwing pillows at Azka.

Azka caught the pillow that Via threw while laughing.

"What did you take?" ask Azka to Surya.

"Accounting. Follow papah's orders."

"Great. You're a filial son. If our father never directed the children to take a certain major. We're free."

"I want to help work as well. If I don't pay attention, graduating from college has to find a job on my own. If you get a good one, if not? Repot, right? Papah also won't help if his will is not obeyed."

Azka and Via nodded.

"Now you're working?" ask Azka again.

"Oh, that's it."

"Where is your brother?"

"Mas Farhan is again in his room. Semedi that's the kid."

"Oh, his name is Farhan. Family already?"

"Yes. He's still single. Tauk tuh, not yet done either."

"What age is your sister?"

"Fourth century."

"Tok..."

"Ouch!" Azka screaming.

It turned out that a story landed sweetly on his head.

"Who didn't do it?"

"Eh, Mas Farhan. That, Mas--a-anu-san-ju Via there is no practice," replied Azka slightly stuttered.

"Don't lie!"

"Who's lying?"

"Not to pretend. Thought I didn't hear what you guys were talking about, huh?"

Via closed his mouth holding back a laugh. Surya looks nervous to see Farhan.

"hey are. If you've been nagging, what's the name?" grouse Azka.

"You make sure. Turns out my sister likes to gossip, not be honest...."

"Stop! Not that bad, kali."

Farhan's just tickling. He took a seat beside Azka.

"Who is this?" farhan asked while looking at Surya.

"Sa-I Surya, Mmass," replied Surya groggy.

Farhan reached out his hand and replied, "Farhan, Azka's most handsome brother.

Via surprised. His laughter almost exploded. Fortunately, he could still hold back.

"Diiih, it turns out that the refrigerator has a high level of intelligence," whispered Via in the heart.

Surya looked agitated. The way he sat showed he was uncomfortable.

"Well, it turns out the four of you are here. Young people gather to talk about something exciting." Suddenly Mr. Haris appeared from the living room.

"Ii-ya Om," said Surya.

"What call? It's a strange creature ruining the atmosphere" Azka grumbled inwardly.

"Solar, you're calling" continued Mr. Haris.

"Oh, yes. Good Om." Surya immediately stood up and returned to the living room.

"Huhhh, finally escaped from the strange creature."

"It's late, let's go home. Next time we can connect again," asked Mr. Andi.

"Good, Om."

"Mas Haris, we're saying goodbye. Come on Ma'am," said Mr. Andi.

"Yes, yes, please. Be careful on the road! Greetings to the family" replied Mr. Haris.

"Let's Om, Auntie," said Surya.

Aisyah ma'am rushed to call Via. Shortly after, he returned with Via.

"Mbak Via, we go home first. Do not forget to think about the choice of Maak Via," said Pak Andi.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for your help during this time," replied Via politely.

They took both guests to the front porch. After Pak Andi's car was not seen, then they entered.

On the way, Mr. Andi began to question his nephew. He wanted to know the nephew's response to Via.

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