Why should he?
Chapter 30 Dinner

Nisa catches another signal from Johan, it is clear that the man in front of her is looking for her attention.

Meanwhile, Ilyas came out of his room to ask Johan for a cappucino, he looked around for Johan but did not look, even though the cafe visitors had started to arrive, only Rio was there.

“Yo, where's Johan? I want to have a hot cappucino!” ask Ilyas to the escort chef there.

“Johan was having breakfast, Yas, at the back table, with Nisa,” Ilyas immediately squinted his eyes hearing that Nisa was having breakfast together with Johan. His chest was a bit hot, but he had to be relaxed so as not to be seen if his heart was currently rumbling violently.

“Two only?”

“Iya sir!”

“Ya already if so, you make a cappucino for me, cepet ya?” tell Ilyas in such a cold tone. Rio who sensed another air, instantly motion quickly made an order from his boss.

Just as Rio was about to deliver his order to Ilyas, Mala who was pacing with Rio asked.

“Ehh, Bang Rio, cappucino for whom?”

“Create Mr. Yas, look out Mil. I'm in a hurry here,”

“If so let me just who nganter, may yes. tuh no visitors who ask to make a sandwich, hunted gih!” without a second thought, Rio immediately gave the tray containing the Cappucino to Mila.

Mila who received her felt very happy, because she could spread her charm with her super handsome boss, her tan skin ripe, his nose is pointed and there are thin bewok around his jaw making a macho impression on his face.

Without the ba-bi-bu, Mila went straight into Ilyas's room.

“Excuse me sir, his Cappucino?” she said as she placed the Cappucino glass in front of her, occasionally playing her hair, hoping that Ilyas would glance at her once. There was no man who was not interested in her.

“Why are you the one who brought it, I asked Rio right?” Ilyas asked without looking at Mila.

“Iya sir.. Rio again making sandwiches, percentages of visitors!” he answered with embarrassment.

“OK!” Answer again with indifference. Mila was a bit upset Ilyas' response was just that. Not more.

Long enough Mila stood there with a hand that chose the tip of her shirt. Seeing Mila who never left, Ilyas rebuked him.

“Why are you still there?”

“Eng-no sir. sorry I want out,”

Mila immediately rushed out of Ilyas' room, as soon as she came out, Nisa and Naima stared at her.

“Ngapain space sir Ilyas mbak Mil?” asked Naima kepo, while Nisa just kept quiet to listen to their chat.

“Oh, that was. Mr. Yas told me to come in he said someone to talk to, I guess what, uh know his dinner, ngedate it!”

“Ohhh that, so mbak invited to dinner this story, ”

“Iya..” Mila replied and just left. He was afraid of being questioned so deeply with Naima, because she was there who was like her to strongly oppose the relationship between Mila and her boss.

“Loh Nis, not that Mr Yas said he wanted to take you to dinner?” naima whispered after Mila left.

“And his mother Mr. Yas who ngundang me ma... not his Mr. Yas, yes maybe even Mila bener, he was invited to ngedate the same sir Yas!” answer Nisa indifferently.

“Yes too anyway,”

“That's right, we're working for real. don't think about their relationship,”.

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At night, Nisa is preparing with an old ash-colored robe, plus a hijab that is quite long until it covers her chest. Ever since she decided to start little by little closing her aurat, Nisa was already wearing a loose shirt, and a long dangling hijab.

As a result, Nisa is now a little used to her loose clothes, let alone the many family support she can get.

Nisa puts on her thin face, using only nude colored lipstick and blush around her cheeks. Just like this she already looks very beautiful and charming.

“MasyaaAllah..Where to neng?” praise Gibran who just finished praying isya in the mosque.

“Nisa wants to go to Mr. Ilyas mas, her mother invited me to dinner,”

“Mas between ya.. pake car father!”

“Bby,”

It did not take long, for them to reach the house of Ilyas, a house so large and spacious, maybe if in his village, the large house of Ilyas was equivalent to 3 houses in the village. Big and wide.

Nisa feels very amazed, and is more and more inclined to meet Yas family.

“Mas go in yuk, Nisa does not feel good when alone,” Nisa whine on her cousin sister.

“Emm, okay deh. mas also a bit heavy ninggalin you Nis, yaudah deh yuk!”

“Assallamoallaikum ,” said Nisa said greetings, because indeed the door of their house was wide open.

“Wallaikumsallam,” replied Yas from inside, he immediately saw who came to visit his house.

“Ni-sa.” said she was nervous as soon as she saw Nisa who she thought tonight was so amazingly dazzling in her eyes.

“Ehem!” Gibran cleared his throat and Ilyas was instantly conscious.

“Come in,” Ilyas directly bring Nisa and Gibran to the dining table, there is already Bu Arumi and Pak Bahari.

“MasyaAllah Nisa,” Bu Arumi immediately approached and hugged Nisa. Being with Pak Bahari Nisa just shaking hands.

“This is the girl that mama told me about?”

“Iya pa's.. Beautiful yes.he's cousin Gibran!” Bahari smiled at the praise coming out of his wife's mouth.

“Kok you didn't say anyway Gib, if you have a cousin as beautiful as Nisa, Ilyas already deserve marriage right, suitable not about?” Gibran glanced at Nisa who was wrongly praised like that.

“Papa, Nisa is working at her cafe Yas,”

“Oh yes.. how long has Nis been?”

“2 Years sir.” replied Nisa slowly.

“Then Yas? and you didn't tell us? wow. indeed if about your woman this sucks! sluggish,” Nisa the more wrong behavior in this position, he felt a little uncomfortable, got such a special treatment from the Ilyas family, he said, he was afraid that Ilyas would also feel uncomfortable with his family's jokes.

“We have eaten first ma, see Nisa is not comfortable!” between Ilyas cutting off the talk of his parents, he could see if Nisa felt very uncomfortable.

They decided to have dinner first. After dinner, Ilyas asked Gibran and his parents for permission to talk to Nisa at the side of their house.

“Nisa?” call Ilyas to start their conversation.

“Iya sir?”

“Why do you still call me by the name of sir, this is already out of business hours, just call me name,”

“Sorry sir, our age is much different, so it doesn't feel appropriate if I call just name,”

“Then call me mas?”