Unemployment Up Pelaminan
Chapter 8

—First meeting—

Ane is so beautiful using a plisket skirt in gray and then combined with a white blouse and hijab that matches the color of the skirt. Ane asked her mother and her two brothers for permission to use the car to accompany Qilla today. The destination where Qilla took her was, she did not know for sure and Ane would first pick up Qilla at the hotel the girl was staying at.

On the way, Qilla tuned into the radio playing her favorite song lately, so she occasionally hummed. Across the street on the sidewalk not far from the hotel he was headed, the figure of Qilla was waiting for him. Ane pulled over the car and then the figure of Qilla walked closer to get into the car.

“Kok no wait in the lobby?” Ane looked to the side.

Qilla shook her head as she said, “males ah, besides I'm also new kok nungunya,”

Ane just nodded. Qilla's phone rang quite loudly, on the phone screen was a name that made Qilla pat her eel almost forgot.

“Assalamualaikum, yes, doc how?”

“You haven't returned to Jakarta, have you?”

“Not yet, really, doc! Ohiya, this I want otw kok, please sharelock yah doc not stray,”

A typical baritone voice sounds the voice of a man on the phone with Qilla. After the chat was brief over the phone, Qilla looked at Ane who was focusing on driving.

“Ne, almost forgot, we stopped by the limestone area,” said Qilla while telling the way through maps.

The distance is not so long, about 20 minutes drive they arrive at the destination. More precisely Ane's car stopped in front of a house quite large.

“Wait a moment, I just want to take a seat kok,” Qilla down from the car in a hurry almost the phone in his grasp fell. Ane saw him just shaking his head. While waiting, Ane chose to open her social media account. View the various posts and stories contained on the home page of his Instagram.

Meanwhile, Qilla rang the doorbell hoping someone would come out of the house. Not long after, the figure of a handsome man wearing a T-shirt and shorts out of the house while carrying a package of gudeg care of his colleagues in the hospital.

“Sorry yeah, so repotin, his wife doctor Reza again cravings because,” said the man while smiling.

“Gakpapa doc, ohiya if so I directly well, because—” speech Qilla paused.

“This loh, Koas children who want Mas titipin gudeg for Reza, Ma!” answer the man.

“Oalah, yaudah tell enter first dong, Mas! Come on, I want to go in first,” Qilla looked at the handsome doctor figure in front of her to ask for help but the man just put his shoulders.

“Bhanu to warung bentar,” say goodbye to a man named Bhanu. The man's footsteps stopped for a moment when his eyes caught a car parked in front of his house, not that it was actually the object of the man but the silhouette of a female figure in the car.

“Iya Mas, Ane later go home, really! Oh, my God, yes, my dear! Well, I used to, Mas, Ane hang up, Assalamualaikum,”

The voice was clearly heard in Bhanu's ears when the female figure in the car came out and was like she was calling with someone across the street. For a second Bhanu was silent stiff when the woman turned to him until the two engaged in a stare at each other.

Ane decided her gaze and nodded her head then entered the car. Bhanu replied with a nod as well while continuing her steps. In his heart, the man still questioned who the girl was.

“Ganteng really, MasyaAllah, bismillah mate,” in the car Ane on his back did not escape from the figure of Bhanu. After the man's back did not look new, Ane switched his attention to the phone to send Qilla a short message.

Another thing with Qilla who was inside the house, the girl did not feel good to Ane if it lingered, coinciding with that, a message from Ane appeared on the screen of her phone. Qilla grabbed a glass of tea and drank it to half, about to say goodbye.

“Sorry, Mom, I can't linger, because my friend is outside waiting bad,”

“OK, sorry well, I made you stop by, I don't know,” regretted Bhanu's mother on Qilla.

Qilla nodded politely and got up from the chair she was sitting in, and kissed the back of Bhanu's mother's hand, a few steps away as she was about to reach the door, Bhanu appeared while carrying a small plastic bag.

“Will you come back?” ask him on Qilla.

“Yes, doc! Poor friend I wait in the car,“ replied Qilla while stealing a look outwards.

Bhanu nodded in understanding. “So the girl is her friend her inner Qilla”. Qilla also said goodbye to Bhanu and stepped foot towards the car when he arrived, not forgetting Qilla apologized to Ane for waiting for him long enough.