"Arka?"
"Yes. Assalamualaikum"
"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh. How are you? Long time no see."
"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, Dzi. How are you? '
"Alhamdulillah, I'm also good."
"Still alone?"
Dzi looked down. She began to be confused at Arka's question which was really confusing. Salim who looked at Dzi frustrated only shook his head while hitting Arka's arm.
"Don't make her feel uncomfortable like that. Poor her."
"Ha ha ha, sorry. That's not what I meant to tease."
Dzi nodded. She had no intention of continuing her conversation with Arka.
Salim who saw Dzi's face flushed immediately took action.
"Let's continue! We still have a lot of work to do. "
"Can't it be any minute, Father?" refused Arka.
"Poor Dzi if you keep bothering like that. She also had to go to her campus. If we stay here, she will be late leaving. "
"Very well, Father. Please go first. Sorry if it makes you confused. "
"Good, It's okay, I'm sorry I have to go back home. Assalamualaikum"
"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh"
Dzi leaves Salim and Arka who are still watching her go. She felt very ashamed of being treated by men who had made her feel uncomfortable since she came.
While at his secret place, Khalid immediately met Defandra, who had been waiting for him for a long time.
"I always can't count on you when you face Mama, Ndra. I am disappointed in you."
Defandra took a rough breath. He knew that as long as he was dealing with Nancy he was utterly helpless.
"I'm sorry sir."
"What did Mama say earlier?"
"Mistress will bring you the girl of her choice."
"What?"
"Actually, I refused to look for a Young Master earlier, but Madame forced me to leave immediately. Madame also said that the old master had also blessed and agreed that you and the girl became husband and wife. "
"No. I do not want to be arranged with any girl. I'm trying to get close to the girl who is my new neighbor. I'm sure she's a good girl. She didn't give me one eye when I said I was unemployed. "
"Isn't it because she actually knows who Young Master really is?"
"No. I even used a fake name. Not his real name. "
"But you still have to be careful in case she is just a small talk."
"You doubt my abilities, Ndra?"
"It is not like that. I know what you are capable of when it comes to business, but not in matters of love. The proof is that until now you have never had a lover. "
"That is not a proof of my superficiality, Ndra. I just don't want to accept a girl who only sees wealth as a yardstick. '
"Ironic, sir. The lord who is a rich man must have a hard time finding a mate. While I am far below the Young Master, thank God I have. . . "
"You continue your sentence, then from now on you stop being my assistant."
"Ha ha ha, no sir. How can I support my family if I get fired? "
"Indeed, who do you support? She has not become your wife when you provide for her. "
"Did you forget that I have a mother and two younger sisters? I have to make their lives comfortable, sir. "
"Good. Now you carry out my duty. "
"Duty? What are your duties, sir? So far, I've always been the one doing the job, right? "
"Fandraaaa, you really want to be fired?"
"Tell me what to do, sir." Fandra gave up. There is no other choice but that.
"Why didn't you do that?"
"If I can bargain, it's better to bid, sir."
"Always bargaining. You work for me, not trade. "
"Good. Tell me what my new assignment is. "
Khalid immediately took his cell phone, sent several messages to Defandra's cell phone. Defandra who has been waiting for orders can only sigh. The task is actually light, but for him very heavy.
"How?"
"I know you don't accept rejection. That's why there is no other choice but to say yes and accept this assignment. "
"Then immediately carry it out now and I will wait for the report until midnight."
"I'll try, sir."
"Not trying but doing it!"
"Fine, I do it. But what will I receive if I successfully carry out this mission? '
"How much do you want?"
"I want the sports car I am currently driving"
"You!"
"HA ha ha if you don't mind that too."
"Just take it. Even though I still like it, it's fine for you. "
"Thank you," said Defandra in a voice like a spoiled woman . Khalid throws the glass he is holding. Deftly, Defandra caught him immediately while jogging and left the boss alone in the room.
"I go"
"Just go don't come back here!"
"Are you sure?"
"Very confident. I will go back to Mama just to keep you safe. "
"Why should it be for me, sir? You are not at all curious about the girl Big Madame will introduce you to? "
"Shit. You're always teasing me. "
"Okay, I'll go. Don't ever bother me sir. Just watch out if it interferes with my work. "
"No, never"
Defandra and Khalid leave the meeting place. Defandra headed for his new assignment, while Khalid headed for the main house.
Elsewhere, at the base where Wildan was selling, he was busy serving buyers. His body was full of sweat. Occasionally he wiped it with a towel that he deliberately spread around his neck.
"Two glasses of Iced tea, Brother" two girls sat on empty chairs near the Karsen tree.
"Yes, wait a minute"
Wildan immediately prepared two glasses and tea , as ordered by two of his new customers.
After finishing everything, he immediately served them.
"Two orange iced tea."
"Ok. Please wait a moment."
"Always be patient." Said one of the girls teasing Wildan. Wildan nodded then left the girl and made an order. And so on he served his customers patiently.
"I forgot to ask Sahal to join in the sales, huh? Ah, didn't he already agree to help me sell. Maybe he slept again after dawn. "
beep
An incoming message.
"Wildan, help me to make three of the special noodles, OK? There are two friends of mine who want to try your best. "
"New number." Wildan did not reply immediately. Several times he received messages from the new number first, and several times he was tricked. Asked for two or three special noodle but after it was made the order didn't come.
"You just come straight to my new base. I'm afraid the food is cold. You haven't come. "
He replied. The sender of the message agreed. Wildan took a deep breath. Relieved because he didn't have to bother to convince the customer that he had to come to his place of selling himself.
"Brother Wildan."
Wildan, who was preparing the spices for the special noodle, immediately turned to the sound source. He smiled to find the owner of a soft voice who was now standing looking at him.