Twins A And Miss Cheriwis

Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 115 - Bring a Bag


"Hmm, no papa. Want me to wait?" tawar Amel's.


"Eh?"


"It just so happens to be near here there's a nice cafe. I've never tried. I'll wait for you there until it's over!" tawar Amel's.


"En, Amel. Sorry yeah. It is not that I reject your kindness. But---," Sifa looks hesitant to say it. He felt bad for rejecting the kindness of his best friend. However, it was also impossible for him to allow Amel to wait for him to finish. He himself did not know when his work would be finished.


"But what?" ask Amel.


"Emm, I don't know what time it's finished. I fear that you will wait for him" said Sifa.


"Sifa, I don't have a problem waiting for you how long. After all, if you go home at night, you'll feel sorry for you too. If there's me, I can take you home by car" said Amel.


Sifa was getting confused, she couldn't possibly tell where she was currently staying.


"Sifa," called Didi which made Sifa look back.


"Eh, yes sir? I'm sorry, I'm late for the call" Sifa said.


"It's okay, but you have to clean up your things now, because you will accompany Mr. Abash," Didi said.


"Where?"


"Meet clients. You replace me for a moment. I have to finish the job a little bit more" Didi told reporters.


"Oh, yes. Alright."


Sifa put her phone back to her ear. "Amel, I'm sorry. I have to accompany my office friend to meet his client" Sifa lied.


"Oh, yes then," said Amel sounding sad.


"I'm sorry" Sifa said.


"Yes, not papa. Yes already then, the spirit of work is yes," said Amel from across the call.


"Yes, thank you. Then I'll hang up the phone."


Sifa disconnected the call and rushed into Abash's room. The girl saw that her boss was ready to leave.


"Quick Sifa, we're in the rush of time" Abash said.


"Yes, sir."


Sifa also rushed to tidy up her work equipment. There is not much that the girl actually neatens, just some files given by Didi only and also save the files that he has been working on earlier.


"No need to turn off the laptop, later let Didi take care of everything" said Abash.


"Yes, Sir.


After storing all the items in the bag, Sifa also prepared to go with her boss.


"Come," Abash asked.


"Sir, let me just bring the file," pinta Sifa, because she always sees that Didi always brings the boss's stuff.


"No need," Abash refused.


Abash deliberately did not want to give his luggage to Sifa, because the man did not want to make the girl who had ravaged her heart and mind was troubled and objected to holding her bag.


Sifa walked behind Abash with a bad feeling.


"Are you sure you don't want me to help you with it?" pinta Sifa again while they were in the elevator.


"Hmm, no need. I can take it myself," Abash refused again.


"But I feel bad. Usually Mr. Didi who always bring the goods of the Father," said Sifa.


Abash turned to the girl and looked in her eyes, so Sifa was a little nervous.


"Are you my assistant? Or my secretary?" abash asked who was answered by Sifa.


"No, Sir."


Ting ...


The elevator door opened, Abash exited first from the elevator and was followed by Sifa.


"Sir Abash why the hell?" lirih Sifa quietly.


"Why can he be that sweet? Though his hair was already scratched from sweating, "the inner Abash whose heart was beating very fast as he looked at Sifa's eyes earlier.


Abash's car was already in front of the lobby, because when Didi told Sifa to prepare, the man immediately went down to prepare the boss' car.


Sifa was a little surprised when Abash opened the car door for her and walked wordlessly to the other car door. The girl had a glance towards Didi who was already smiling meaningfully to him, thus making Sifa smile clumsily.


Didi lowered her head slightly as Abash honked his horn without saying goodbye.


"As I thought," Didi said and returned to the office.


From a distance, Amel stared hatefully at Abash's car. The girl felt that she had been lied to by Sifa.


"Follow that car, sir," said Amel.


Didi, who greeted the security guard again, frowned when she saw a car passing through the lobby. The car feels foreign and he can be sure, if not this office employee who boarded the car.


"Who, huh?" lirih Didi and sniffed her shoulders.


On the way, there was not a single conversation between Sifa and Abash, they were just silent and busy with their respective thoughts.


"We stopped by the mosque first" said Abash because time had shown the time to pray magrib.


"Yes, sir."


After Abash's car was parked neatly in the parking lot, the man turned to Sifa.


"Aren't you down?" abash asked when he saw that Sifa did not take off her seat bell.


"I'm again coming to the moon, sir," Sifa's great-grandson with a blushing face.


"Oh, yes, that's it. You're in the car" Abash said and got out of the car.


From a distance, Amel continued to watch Abash and frowned slightly as Sifa did not get out of the car.


"What else is the moon coming?" lirih Amel, the girl knew the friend very well, because Sifa was quite diligent in worship.


Abash also performed a congregational magrib prayer, then he returned to the car and found Sifa who was fast asleep.


"May he fall asleep magrib-magrib," Abash cheered and looked straight at Sifa's face.


Abash quickly shook his head, as the devil began to whisper and told him to taste those slightly open lips.


"Astaghfirullah, this is in the mosque compound, Abash. You can think dirty" Abash said and turned on his car.


"Eungmm, have you prayed?" sifa said as she closed her mouth as it evaporated.


"Hmm, yeah. You seem exhausted. Sleep again" Abash said.


"No papa, sir. I'm not sleepy anymore" said Sifa and has allowed her to sit.


Just as Abash had inserted a clutch, suddenly his phone rang and displayed Naya's name there.


"Assalamualaikum, Nay?" Abash.


"Moskalamic. Bash, did you know that Arash went to the hospital?" ask Naya.


"Arash is in the hospital? Wh why? When?" ask Abash to worry.


"It's again in the IGD, he's been stuck in the elevator for an hour."


"What?" shock Abash.


"What's going on, sir? What's wrong with Mr Arash?" sifa asked with a worried tone.