Nafisa is actually lazy to accept Mirna's job offer in the kitchen. After returning from the shop, the place where she received a subtle job refusal, Nafisa chose to meet her friend, Nisa.
The classic reason why Nafisa met her friend, who incidentally was just an ordinary friend, was because Nafisa passed by her house.
By walking, Nafisa met arriving at the house, the host gasped to welcome.
"You're right, you're looking for a job, Naf?" asked Nisa as she brought snacks for her guests.
"Yes, that's it, Nis. I'm already told you over the phone earlier,"
"Fix, just go to this address. The owner still needs employees. Now go to this address. Then here's the phone number. Gas, Naf! Hurry up someone applied first," said Nisa, intending to help her friend.
She handed her a piece of paper and Nafisa with a spontaneous happy face nodded quickly.
***
Nafisa entered one of the BTN complex houses that became the location of the home made pastel culinary business.
The woman did not want to waste the opportunity when she got a job recommendation from her friend, it's clear that Nafisa currently only needs money.
'The house is cream color. Black fence. Fix, this is the house!' murmured Nafisa.
Nafisa hastily then called the person looking for the employee.
"Pardon me, I'm already in front of the house,"
"Oh, yes. Wait a minute," said a man on the other side.
About 5 minutes, Nafisa waited in front of the house. Finally, the sound of footsteps could be heard behind Nafisa.
"Excuse me, are you looking for a job?"
Nafisa looked back. Her eyes widened perfectly looking at the person who was looking for the job.
"Just a few moment," Nafisa whispered, pointing her index finger at the man's handsome face.
"I think I've seen you before, but where are you?" continued Nafisa seriously.
"You were said to be dotted with my cousin the other day, weren't you? You were the one my mother visited, weren't you?"
The person replied in a voice that sounded serious. His face also looked at Nafisa from head to toe. He was the same as Nafisa, as if he knew that the woman in front of him had known Nafisa.
"Nafisa!"
"Wildan!"
The two of them screamed at each other shouting the name of their respective interlocutors.
"So you are looking for a job?" asked Wildan.
"So you need employees?" Nafisa asked too.
Out of nowhere, the two of them were actually talking at the same time. And that's what makes them suddenly awkward with each other.
No one wanted to talk, until finally the sound of a horn in front of the fence broke their gazes from each other.
"Wildan, why don't you invite guests in?" asked his mother who got out of the car.
"You don't need to be invited in, Ma. It's not important," concluded Wildan, walking straight into his house.
Nafisa rolled her eyes in annoyance. Her brow furrowed at the annoyed back of the man who was too annoying in her eyes.
"You are Mrs. Saharia's daughter, isn't that right?" said Wildan's mother, she patted the girl's shoulder gently.
Nafisa looked away from the front. She turned to the side and smiled his sweet smile.
"Yes, Auntie. I'm Nafisa. Em, can I ask you something?"
"Yes of course. But first go to the house. Do you want to visit outside?"
Nafisa laughed bitterly. If the owner of the house knew his purpose, maybe Nafisa wouldn't be treated so sweetly.
Where will job seekers be invited to get into the car just to take them to the terrace of the house?
Huh, Nafisa trembled close to her mother Wildan who looked so friendly to welcome her presence.
***
"Bi, please bring Nafisa drinks and snacks," the elegant woman ordered, for a moment she was now sitting with Nafisa in the living room.
"Very well, Madam,"
The housekeeper looked kindly at Nafisa, who was sitting sweetly beside Gea-Wildan's mother.
"Nafisa, do you want coffee, iced tea, or something? What kind of drink do you like? What kind of food do you want? Do you want fried food, sweet cake or-"
"Bi ...," Gea cut in with a small chuckle. "You are very habitual, Bi. Just bring all the food you have. Don't forget to bring Wildan's pastel. Let Nafisa try chef Wildan's," she continued with a face full of joy.
"Hehehe … already, madam,"
Once the housekeeper left, it was an opportunity for Nafisa to digest all the conversations that occurred between the housekeeper and the employer.
Scratching her head that didn't itch, Nafisa finally got up the courage to question her curiosity.
"Auntie, may I ask you a lot of questions?"
"Uh, okay. What do you want to ask?" Gea replied, placing her flat object on the table.
"This, Auntie. I want to ask, didn't you want to move the other day to the house next to mine. Why did you move here, Auntie?"
"Oh, yes. Auntie really plans to move there. Only for a while, Auntie and Wildan live here. The problem is that there is a Wildan shop that you can't leave. So, if Wildan has got an employee to look after this shop, then Auntie and Wildan will move there,"
"What?!" Unknowingly, Nafisa screamed loudly in surprise.
"Why, Naf? Why are you surprised like this, son? Is there a mouse that passes under your feet?"
Gea gasped as she rose from her seat. Looking for something that makes Nafisa scream. She thought there was something that made Nafisa scream like that. For example, a passing mouse for example.
"Gosh, stupid! Don't act so surprised, Naf! You have to be calm first. Find out first," Nafisa thought, she glanced in all directions. Making sure that Wildan doesn't hear her mother's conversation with her right now.
"No, Auntie. I'm just surprised because I think Auntie forgot that the house next door has been paid in full.
"Why do you stay occupied. It's just that, Auntie can't move if Wildan doesn't agree. You know what, Wildan doesn't really want to live there. But what can I do, Auntie likes the situation there.
Moreover, the environment and neighbors are friendly. Including your mother as the head of the RT. Oh, I'm really happy to have neighbors and have a neighbor's child like you, son," Gea squeaked at length, speaking friendly.
"Oh I see, Auntie," replied Nafisa, nodding her head. Nafisa's tongue was so grouchy that she said something else next.
But because she never spoke, Gea again dominated the conversation.
"Oh, yes, Naf. Maybe came to the house. Do you know where Wildan's house is from? You two are familiar with each other, right?"
"Hmm?" Nafisa muttered in confusion.
"Actually my purpose in coming here-"
"Anyone want to eat my pastel?"
The flat voice instantly cut off Nafisa's conversation. The two women who were talking, reflexively looked back. She saw Wildan carrying a tray in her said.
"You are very diligent in bringing it. Where is Siti?" asked Gea, helping Wildan put the snacks on the table.
"I forbid it, Mom. Let me serve this prospective employee of mine,"
"Prospective employees?" asked Gea parrot.
"No, I mean this guest, Mom. It's normal, since yesterday I've been struggling to find the right employee. So if someone at home comes to visit like this, I always think I'm going to want to find a job."