Nafisa swayed back. Again she tried to observe the person from head to toe.
Her memory was also constantly trying to remember various things. Including the moment in collage and van feel one roof with another man.
What Nafisa remembers is that of her 9 post friends, only two men are there. Reza, is a friend of Nafisa who is big and tall.
"This can't be Reza! You must be Arham!" Nafisa shouted excitedly. Her memory is now 100 percent remembering everything.
Arham chuckled. His hand which had been outstretched for a long time, without awkwardly went to Nafisa's shoulder. He patted her shoulder gently.
"Well, I already said that I was Arham. You were really scared from the start like a demonic person being held like that,"
"Yeah, it's clear. Who wouldn't be surprised to be detained by an anonymous person. Open the helmet. You can't see your handsome face earlier. I suspect that you've had plastic surgery. Right?"
Nafisa's great-grandson was excited.
"Hahaha, take it easy. Say you're really my fan?" Arham replied with his cool style.
The man took off his helmet. His handsome face is now clearly visible. Nothing has changed. Nafisa pursed her lips.
"We haven't seen each other in a year, but you're even more handsome, Arham,"
"You also reduce your badness level,"
"Hey, what?!"
Nafisa didn't accept. She immediately pinched her friend's shoulder. She knew of Arham was joking. Since the first, Nafisa and Arham have never been awkward with the various silliness that exist.
"By the way, Nafisa," Arham chuckled giving in.
"Huh, I didn't say my sister at home. Eh, it's your turn to meet me instead," said Nafisa, shaking her head.
For a moment the woman cleared her throat slowly to normalize her feelings.
"I'm really ugly, aren't I, Arham? Was my level of ugliness worse when I was in college?" Nafisa asked quietly.
Arham quickly shook his head. "Ah, no-no. You're much better off now."
"Entertain yourself,"
"Seriously, never mind. Don't think like that anymore. I was going to stop by your house but instead saw you here. Where are you going?"
"Good grief!" Nafisa hissed patting his forehead. "Want to go to Auntie's house. But there is no money there,"
Just as Nafisa spoke, her cell phone rang. One call from her mother, made Nafisa speak on the phone for a moment.
"So back home again huh?" asked Nafisa to make sure.
After hearing all the conversations via telephone connection, Nafisa also turned off the telephone connection.
"You want to go home, right? Let's go together," said Nafisa, immediately got on the motorbike.
"Let's wait for my cousin first, Naf. The thing is he has a need with your parents. I really want to accompany him to your house," said Arham seriously.
"It means?" Nafisa becomes clueless.
"Why?" Arham asked back. It was his turn to understand his friend's attitude.
Nafisa shook her head. Instead of arguing on the motorbike, the woman asked that the motorbike go straight.
"Walk fast! We'll discuss this back later," said Nafisa firmly.
"Yeah okay,"
Arham obeyed and drove his motorbike to Nafisa's house which was only about 500 meters away.
***
"Come on, Mom. Please come into the house. Sorry, your house is narrow and the chair is also damaged,"
Saharia just had a guest at her house. As the head of the RT, Saharia must be ready to serve all the people who come to her house.
However, this guest is not a resident who lives in the same RT. It's a guest from outside who doesn't know who, Saharia doesn't know because they don't know each other yet.
"Drink the sweet tea first, mom," said Saharia kindly.
"Thank you, Mrs. RT," replied the elegant woman. From her glamorous appearance, Saharia as the head of RT feels a little inferior. Moreover, her son looks cool duck.
He is more busy playing his game.
"Hello?" said the man named Wildan. "Where are you, Arham? Here I am at your friend's house. You're not here?"
"Psst!" Jenita elbowed her son. "Wildan, be a little polite at people's homes. Don't call in front of your parents like this,"
"Yes, Mom,"
Wildan shuffled off his couch. He headed to the terrace of the house to continue the conversation via telephone.
Meanwhile, the two women who had just met each other seemed to be getting closer and talking about something important.
Wildan, who was standing on the terrace of the house, immediately stopped talking on the phone.
"Wildan!" said Arham, parking his vehicle right in front of the narrow terrace of the house.
"Long time no see, bro,"
"Sorry, those who have a house don't feel like bringing food for their guests. Btw, this is Nafisa. My friend is at the post. Her daughter's Mrs. Saharia," Arham's great-grandson was introducing Nafisa to Wildan.
The two of them looked at each other. Their opposite positions made the situation suddenly awkward. The reason is, both Wildan and Nafisa, seem to be silent to each other.
"Where's my mom, Arham?" said Nafisa breaking the silence.
"Inside. Why ask Arham? You two just got here," said Wildan flatly.
The man entered the house first. Leaving Arham and Nafisa who were still frozen watching him walk away.
"So that's your friend who's going to be next door to me? He's really cool. Gosh, I could die standing up if I had to deal with him too long," annoyed Nafisa, whispering softly.
"It looks like the child is cranky. He doesn't want to move house. Understandably, the house left by his descendants is being sold,"
Nafisa let out an exasperated breath and waved her hand in the air. It means she is lazy to talk about that person's life. After all, since she was on the motorbike, Arham himself had told Nafisa many things about his cousin who showed off his sulking mode.
Currently, the arrival of Wildan and his parents to Nafisa's house is nothing but registration matters as new residents in RT 5 RW 3 Kampung Baru.
Nafisa followed Wildan who entered first. Then followed by Arham.
Arriving at the family home, it seemed the two women were about to get up from their seats.
"Nafisa, introduce yourself. This is Gea's mother and his child, Wildan. Starting tomorrow, the two of them will live next to our house. Finall, the house next door has already been bought,"