When We Are Stupid
Meet

Bismilbornohmanirohim.

Finished performing the dzuhur Ken prayer immediately went to the location where he would meet with his client who had been informed earlier.

"Ma, pa Ken go first, meet the client." Pamit Ken, any anger Ken with his parents is number one for Ken.

Ken shook the backs of his parents' hands, and it just so happened that mom and dad Ken were sitting in the living room.

"Assalamualaik."

Deri and Nina let Ken shake their hands in turn.

 "Wa'alaikumsalam." The two husbands replied in cold tones.

Ken painstakingly gulped his saliva as his parents spoke in a cold tone, but he did not think of it first because he was in a hurry to catch up with time.

Ken immediately drove his car at an average speed, arriving at the restaurant in question without waiting any longer Ken immediately met his client.

"Thank God I'm not late." Ken Say.

Seen not far from where Ken was standing, a man waved his hand at Ken. 

"Has our client come to Luki? and am I late?" ken asked the person who had waved to him.

"The client is coming soon, Mr. Ken." 

"Okay, don't be too formal Luki, it's just the two of us here, don't you tell me to sit down Luki."

"Yeah! who started lo, yes I go along, anyways if you want to sit ya just sit ape hardnya." Dengus Luki's.

Ken chuckled amusedly, he was happy to make his friend and adoptive brother feel annoyed.

"Luki how long will her client be here? I was in a hurry."

"If you don't sincerely talk babang."

Five minutes later, the long-awaited person finally arrived. "Sorry too late there was a little obstacle" said a man who had stood in front of Ken and Luki.

"All right now we're just starting the reformer." Ken said firmly.

The three of them discussed the work issue very seriously, until it did not feel like they had discussed an hour of cooperation projects that they would do.

"It's nice to work with you tuna. Ken Ahmad Deri Azami."

"It's also nice to work with you Mr. Arga Anggara."

"Can you call me father? I'm not comfortable with calling you sir." Arga.

"Well then can Mr Arga also change the call for me? it feels more fitting if Mr. Arga calls me Ken alone." The two shook hands as well as Luki.

"Alright if Ken doesn't mind and thanks also for Mr. Luki."

"You can just call me Luki Mr. Arga." Suhut Luki quickly, he is still young why has been called the fathers try. While Ken tried to hold back his laughter hearing Luki called by the name of father.

"Alright if you two don't mind, then I'm sorry, Assalamualaikum." Arga also did not forget to say hello.

"It turns out he's a well-mannered man." Inner Arga.

After Arga is no longer seen, Ken also leaves the restaurant, while Luki still takes care of the payment for their order.

In front of the entrance of the restaurant Ken was stunned to see a girl wrapped in a gray headscarf was helping a child who had fallen.

Ken could see the woman helping the child gently, she also cleaned the dirty parts of the child very painstakingly, while occasionally blowing the child's scratched hands.

"Silver medicine okay, don't cry anymore huh." Ken could hear the soft voice of the girl who had helped the little boy in front of him.

"Hikss...hikss...hikss...iya big sister thank you very much beautiful sister." The little boy answered in his tears.

Whether conscious or not when the little boy said the girl who helped him was beautiful Ken raised the corner of his lips smiling.

"If he's my soul mate." Ken's prayer in his heart.

"Astagfirullah is aware of Ken." Lirih. Ken smiled wryly as he recalled his matchmaking with papa's best friend and mother.

Not far from there Arga saw Ken looking at his daughter, Arga smiled when he saw how Ken first met Aira, because he did not want to make Ken look at his daughter for a long time, Arga went straight to Aira.

"Ai why?" ask Arga who pretended not to see Ken.

"Is she Arga's wife?" batin Ken was curious, although Arga was 45 years old, but his face was still fairly young.

"Abi, this sister fell for Aira to take medicine." Answer Aira.

"Alhamdulillah turned out to be the son of Arga's father, what was his name? ah, yes Aira if not wrong, what a good name." Somehow Ken felt happy if the girl in gray hijab was Arga's son, not his wife.

"Yes let's take it to the chair." Take Arga, when Arga turned around it turns out Ken is still in the same position.

"Loh there's Ken here too apparently." Said Arga pretending not to have seen Ken before.

"Eh, hehe yes Mr. Arga." Ken said awkwardly.

"Silent brother." Said the girl who came back crying.

"Cry." Tell Aira, while taking a pencil to treat the wound of the little boy.

Ken had glanced at Aira a few times, but Aira did not see him at all since the girl wrapped in gray hijab just lowered her head and focused on the little girl next to him.

"Ah, then I am Ken first." Pamit Arga when realized he had to help Aira treat the wounds of a small child who was Aira please.

"Yes sir." Ken replied with a small smile.

"Why Mr. Arga doesn't recognize me as his daughter." Disappointed Ken.

Either forgotten or deliberately Arga did not introduce Aira with Ken at all.

Someone patted Ken on the shoulder after Arga's departure with Aira and the little boy. "Not come home yet Ken?" 

"Yee! I love dong." Dengus Ken's.

"Well, how angry are people asking nicely." Cengo Luki, he just finished making the payment.