
Ikram ended up sleeping soundly after writing a message at the Mak Aminah stall. The man will return to Vanya's house tomorrow morning, but if he does not succeed he will go to Bandung. Ikram plans to open his restaurant directly.
The next morning, Ikram woke up early with a fresher face. The man went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. His mood is better than yesterday. Somehow considering the city of Bandung makes himself more excited, not because of his new restaurant but there are judes and fierce girls who always pestered his life.
That easy huh, Ikram turned away from Olive? Actually no, his heart was still attached to Olive let alone the pain when the girl turned out to have betrayed him. Ikram wanted to immediately forget the pain by approaching Yuki. Ah, his intentions are not sincere. Let's just see who gets stuck with their game Yuki or Ikram. Because they both have the same intention.
Ikram is neat with his casual clothes, today he will work from home only. Ikram won't be going to the office for a while.
As the man descended down, the atmosphere still looked quiet only his housekeeper was busy preparing breakfast for his master. "Mommy isn't awake yet, Bi?" ask Ikram when he takes a drink from a gallon.
"Eh, haven't come down yet, Den Ikram. Maybe in a moment, usually the same mistress will go down if breakfast is available." The blue-aproned woman replied then stirred her cooking in the pan.
Ikram nodded then went to the dining room, the man sat there drinking his water. One hand focused on his phone. Ikram waiting for a reply from the message he sent last night. Apparently there was no notification on his phone for a long time. It says 'Warung Nasi Kadeudeuh' replied to your message. The kram opened it immediately.
Thanks for stopping by our shop, the sender of his love letter never went anywhere. Hayu stopped by and snacked at our stall.
That was the message's reply. The cream pulled one end of his lips. "Wait for me, Grumpy Girl."
"Thank God, be well, son." Suddenly Manda was by his side. The woman rubbed her son's back gently.
"Alhamdulillah, Mi. Ikram is better. Today Ikram will go again. Doain Ikram to always be healthy and safe huh, Mi." The man kissed the back of his mother's hand.
"Mami always pray for you the best, Ikram .. wait for you to be tidy where you want to go?" tanyanya when looking at the appearance of her youngest son.
"Ikram will go to Bandung to open a new restaurant Ikram there, Mi."
"Just destroy your job, until you forget that you still have a debt with papi." Suddenly Hanan was among them.
"Cream will continue to do what I promised, Pi. Ikram will try to meet with Om Ehsan's family."
"Here we have breakfast first" said Fathan who also suddenly came in neat clothes as well.
No one could refute the old man's words, they all obeyed Fathan's orders obediently. This morning they ate together with their different plans. At about eight in the morning, they all finished their breakfast. Ikram farewell to his family, not long after the departure of Ikram, Fathan left.
Now in that house only live Manda and Hanan. The man did not return to work, because he was still in the process of recovery.
Ikram was already driving his car at an average speed, this morning his first destination was Ehsan's house. "May you guys be home right now, I really want to apologize for what I did."
This morning the atmosphere of the capital city is crowded as usual, especially now is a working day of course congestion occurs everywhere.
The Ikram also of course experienced that. The journey to Ehsan's house took about an hour due to the traffic jam. Finally, Ikram made it to Ehsan's residence. The man greeted Mr. Trisno as a security guard at the house.
"Eh, Den Fish eh ... well forget my name," said the man with the mustache while scratching his head.
"Cream, sir." The man chuckled as his name turned into a fish. "Sir Ehsan is home today?"
"Oh, sorry Den. Same old man Neng Vanya is out of town, don't know when to go home." The man in the mustache spoke in a tone of regret.
Ikram also breathed. "Where are you out of town, sir?"
"I don't know, Den."
Ikram nodded, then the man resigned. "Okay, Ikram, we better meet the others first."
Now the man also reapplied his car to the city of Bandung. The opening plan of the resto will be carried out tomorrow, before Ikram has also contacted Jafin to take care of everything.
After passing the exhausting journey finally, Ikram also arrived at the page 'Warung Nasi Kadeudeuh'. The man parked his car nicely. After turning off the engine of his car, Ikram was out, coincidentally when he entered lunch.
"Yes, Bang come on! Hunting Mother's rampaging!" There was the voice of the girl who currently wanted to meet Ikram.
"Yes, please wear the helmet for a while." The tall man gave the helmet to the girl who was currently turning her back to Ikram.
"Let me take her." Ikram suddenly snatched the helmet from the man who was currently sitting on his motorcycle. Yuki of course, that man is the target of his revenge.
"Hey, what the hell? Do you know where I'm going?" omel Yuki then took back his helmet and put it on.
"Wherever I'm going to take you, Yuki. I still have business with you." Ikram tries to speak kindly to Yuki.
"Our business is done, yes. Don't waste my life." Yuki is now riding on Agam's bike. "Let's go, Bang!"
"Getty, Neng."
Their debate was witnessed by Mak Aminah and Nisa. The two brands looked at it from the glass window. "Mommy, that's his girlfriend's tea, Yuki Tea, huh? Meni casep pisan." Nisa looked at Ikram with a smile on her lips.
"Not knowing Mom. Anyway Nak Ikram often really bother Neng Yuki." Mak Aminah answered without looking at Nisa.
As the conversation between Nisa and Mak Aminah took place, they also witnessed Ikram apparently chasing Yuki and Agam using the services of a base motorcycle taxi. "Well, Neng Yuki's charm is that there are no opponents." Mak Aminah chuckled when she saw the incident before her eyes.
"Eh, you tea instead see them, love letters love her." The middle-aged woman patted Nisa on the shoulder as the girl was instead engrossed in watching Ikram.
"Eh, yes .. sorry Mak."