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135. Prospective Priest, Oops

Arriving at the building's shop, Aiza was made enchanted by the store. A third-rate shop whose impression was sturdy, large and spacious. It consists of five door petitions that each room stores a fantastic amount of building materials. Justjust wonderful. This was the first time he had set foot into a shop that he said belonged to Akhmar. It turned out that Akhmar was agile as well in business dealings. Rapid development.

Aiza headed to the cashier table, where a girl seemed busy taking notes and counting the money the buyer had just paid.

Aiza was stunned looking at the figure of the blue hooded girl, almost not recognizing the girl if only she did not find a small mole on her chin. Meta. Yes, it was Meta, the girl that Aiza last saw as a teenager, just like Aiza, but now she has grown up to a lot of changes on her face. The body is more filled until the face is more calm.

"Meta?" greet Aiza.

"Eh?" The girl raised her face and remembered. "Aiza?"

Aiza smiled. They are not so close first, but at least one school and not infrequently also greet.

"Well, a lot of change is just like you." Meta stared at Aiza's pretty face, reluctant to say that Aiza was getting more beautiful at twenty-three years old. Loss dong if he praises same-sex. "Loh, what are you doing here? Why?"

"You want to give a list of building materials that must be delivered. Actually can send a list via WA, but I'm not catet in the exel, so I love this catetan only." Aiza is handing out the paper.

"Well, this is a lot. Wanna get up?" Meta stared at the line of writing on the paper.

"No. That is for the needs of the new boarding school cabin want the development process. There are also building materials for my father's company that I have to deal with. My father's company is in big trouble and he's asking me to join the deal."

"Oh. Your dad has a company too, huh? what corporation?"

"Multinational corporations. Greafood. But it's in trouble."

"Oh. Also grieving. hopefully quickly rise up. You who are the spirit yes!" Meta looked very happy, his face cheerful and bright earthy.

"A long time working here?" ask Aiza who found the spirit of work in Meta. 

Before long appeared an oval-faced girl, a pasmina headscarf whose ends were wrapped around the neck with a long sleeved t-shirt that was rather tight, as well as slightly tight jeans. 

"Meta, it's a catet!" The girl put down a piece of paper.

"You're telling me it's like a boss." Meta grunted and pulled the paper roughly.

"But, sewot!" The beautiful girl dressed a little tight was sneering no matter what.

"Aisha, you're here as good as I am. So by the way don't rule that way!" meta said not accept.

The girl threw a cynical smile. "I work here brought directly with Mas Akhmar loh, he was the deketnya late Mas Vito, my brother. So I have power here. Hee.." The girl who claimed to be Vito's sister patted her own chest.

Meta lazy responding. Just a spicy glance. She then fixed her headscarf when she saw Akhmar appear in the distance.

Aiza followed Meta's gaze, looking at the handsome male figure with a simple appearance, wearing a t-shirt combined with brown pants. His hair looks neat with a hair oil polish.

Aiza's heart rippled at that, yet she quickly turned her eyes away. Remember Aiza, she's not yours! Aiza warned herself. Aiza lowered her head, trying to limit her gaze.

"Maca!" Akhmar's distinctive baritone voice sounded very close to Aiza's ear. He raised his face, rightly guessed. Akhmar traversed right in front of him, the man should have to walk very close to Aiza considering the area he crossed was quite narrow, there were a lot of neatly arranged building materials on each shelf.

Fragrant aroma crosses the nose of Aiza, a distinctive fragrance that is very fresh. Even a little Akhmar did not look at Aiza. Like not knowing the girl. 

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