Two Traitors
Eps. 77 Getting Started

Pov Arfan

"Luuuuuuu" Karla said as she raised her hand to slap my cheek.

"Come slap! why stop.you're a woman Don't be rude like that." My challenge is getting.

"Know ah! You're a real bitch." Grunts him while walking ahead of me, he doesn't care about me anymore.

"Karla wait, karla!" call me while running to follow him. "You don't sulk! nih, I bought your favorite chicken noodles." I said as I lifted a plastic bag containing chicken noodles that had been bought from Dali.

"Eat just like you, by yourself! the cave does not need" Karla said as she continued walking, even now she is accelerating her pace.

"Basic freak! he's the one who hit, he's the one who's angry!" I murmured inwardly, as I continued to walk behind him.

"Well, what about the cave?" he snapped while turning his body.

"It was not you who followed me, you were the first to call me. I should have asked!" I answered while playing both eyebrows.

"If Gua knows you, it sucks! nyesel cave used to hollow you!"

"Upload! Keep pushing! your kindness will also run out for a long time, because you are not sincerely helping." I said turning back his words.

He only snorted in annoyance, without any more talk. He kept walking into the alley.I who from behind followed him, just smiling smile at his behavior so strange, but made my heart a little entertained, with his strange behavior.

"Assynnya!" karla said the same Mr. Umar who was tidying up the plastic waste he just picked up.

"Girlwindsalam! you guys go home together?" asked Mr. Umar while wiping his hands, then the back of the hand was kissed by his son.

"No, Sir! he followed me from now on, but I told him to go far, not near! But he's a bud!" karla replied as she continued walking towards her house.

After Karla came in, I wanted to greet Mr. Umar, kiss the hand of my Agama teacher, but Mr. Umar refused, unlike when the hand was kissed by Karla.

"Dirty, son Arfan!" he refused my hand.

"But really! was Karla able to kiss Father's hand?" I ask who does not understand.

"My son's brother, so he should have respected his parents, no matter what my circumstances are, he should still respect me!" obviously Mr. Umar.

"But I'm also a student?" I said who still put out my hand.

Getting the question, Mr. Umar did not answer. He let those dirty hands be kissed by me.

"Oh yes, sir! I came here, I just wanted to deliver this Chicken Noodle. When I came home from work.I met back with my best friend, who happened to be a favorite chicken noodle seller karla, I was a chicken noodle seller, so I bought it for you both." I said, giving the bag I was carrying.

"Thank you, dad! Indeed, my son really likes the chicken noodles." replied Mr. Umar who looks like the look on his face shows happiness, even though I only brought chicken noodles.

"Yes Already! I just want to say that, sir! I want to go home first before performing the prayer asar."

"Not come by first?" ask Mr. Umar.

"No! Thank you, Ashar soon." I replied, kissing the back of the old man's hand, then went to Saiful's house which was blocked by several houses.

*****

The next day, after finishing my work at my mother's office as cleaning service, I quickly said goodbye to my supervisor Karla, even though she still looked angry, even last night when I learned to pay him a salary, he was nonchalant, not annoying as usual.

"Go home! Yes, go home anyway! you are already big." he replied as he continued to pay attention to the file in his hand.

"Yes! who knows if you're gonna miss it, miss it!" I said back to teasing.

"Have gone!" he said as he picked up a tissue box made of plastic about to be thrown at me.

"Not caught up with what happened yesterday?" I play the eyebrows.

The truck! the truck! The truck! The truck!

the door of the room was knocking. Karla quickly kept the broom, then sat back in her chair "get in!" yelling Karla yelling.

Chequek!

the door opened, and I could see that Mom was standing in the doorway, staring at us both. With a full gaze.

"You guys did it! Why every time I come here, you guys like to be alone. Remember this is an office where work is not a place of courtship." asked the mother while staring cynically at us.

"No Ma'am! I'm sorry I'm just asking for permission to go home, because my work today is done." obviously I bowed my gaze to pay my respects, to the woman who had raised me until now.

"Yes already! Why are you still standing there instead of quickly leaving!" mother said with the heart she threw me out.

I nodded, but before I left I glanced at Karla. did not forget to give a cynical smile to make her heart hotter.

"Remain you smile! just like a goat." mother snorted.

"Sorry Mom!" I quickly got out of my supervisor's room.

"Karla, come with me now!"

"Where is Mom?"

"You as an employee shouldn't ask too many questions." a resolute mother's voice sounded.

I quickly sped up my steps, as the sound of a foot draft of the steps of the two of them approaching the door.whether what mom was about to do, to the strange woman, but I did not care about their business, I did not care about their business, I continued to focus on my goal, which was to rebuild my business empire.

The second was from the Atri Group office area, I quickly stopped the taxi car. Before entering I noticed the surrounding area, afraid that someone would notice me. After feeling safe, I was afraid, I got in that car too.

"Where are you going, sir?" asked the driver after I looked carefully.It turned out that the driver was the driver who had rejected me, To deliver to mother's house. I still remember because I will not forget the bad things that happened to me.

"Priya Semanan." I answered briefly.

Quickly the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator, making the car go instantaneously, heading in the direction that I mentioned. not told about the length of the trip, I also arrived in front of my mother's house.

"This sir, his house?"

"Yes! it's my parents' house." I replied as I looked at Argo, who was on the car, and gave him the money to pay for the taxi.

"Ouch! no change sir!" said the driver.

"Why not be prepared in advance, before taking passengers." I said

"Family father laj! seeing the father's house is so luxurious, this kind of money is nothing to you." Pinta the man, who sounded brash.

"It's not a matter of sincerity, or unwillingness, sir! but you have to take responsibility, you still remember! back when there was a limp man, who asked for help to deliver him to priya saman?"

The driver was silent for a moment, Maybe he recalled the incident a few weeks ago.

"That's me sir! remember you insulted me poor man, now who is poor.when money is asked?" I said to reverse his words. Actually there is no grudge, but only to give a little lesson. So that he can respect others.

"I didn't know it was Dad!:

"Don't be like that, sir! just like anyone you have to give help. Because man is not how rich he is, but how useful he is to others." I said while taking out a red note and giving it to him.

"Sorry Sir, sorry! Here's the change." he said he did not accept the money given to me, he even wanted to refund more than the taxi payment.

"No sir! nothing at all! I am not concerned about the money, but if I can, do not beg like that. And if you meet someone in distress later, please help me!"  I hunted him a little.