Love From Mas Duda
Still Arguing

The mood became quiet. Bian took out his phone.

"Wanna call?" ask Wafa.

Bian shakes. "No" he answered.

"Then?" ask Wafa again

"I want to search again about the feelings that I currently feel," Bian replied again. This guy is so busy with his phone.

Wafa became even more astonished by the rich widower. Inexhaustible with what he did, Wafa finally suggested that he drive and immediately go home.

"I was the one driving. Mr. Bian can please come down, let me drive" Wafa suggested.

Bian looked at Wafa.

"What's wrong? Why is his look like that? What's in the article? Did Mr Bian get a less than satisfactory answer?" Wafa became vigilant.

Bian was still staring at Wafa. Shortly after, he said, "There is no answer. I was the only one driving. Come on, let's go home."

Wafa nodded slowly, relieved to hear it because he had started to feel that Bian's spirit was strange. Even so, Wafa is still ordinary. Not afraid, or be ilfeel with Bian.

Before they go home, Wafa wants to meet with Grietta. But Bian said that Grietta was taking lessons. Wafa's fingers kept tapping his bag. Steady to ask Bian the matter of les Grietta.

"Why? Is there something you want to ask me?" bian asked, it was already sensitive first.

The man glanced back at Wafa's fingers. "It seems like I'm asking. Would you like to ask? Just ask if it is," he added.

That's where Wafa protests about tutoring a lot for children the age of Grietta. "Children as small as Grietta, why is the tutoring schedule so crowded, Mr Bian?" tanyakanya.

"Children of his age should be playing while learning, not learning and learning continue to learn. Don't you feel sorry for Grietta's brain and energy?" wafa.

"I think you have forced your own daughter to continue learning. Ih, Father, uh. Very cruel, very cruel!" wafa Protest.

Bian denied what Wafa said, instead feeling that what he was doing was right. This handsome widower also confirmed that he was doing what he should have done for his daughter.

"I just want her to be a great woman in the future. Then, what's the problem?" ketus Bian's.

"Huh? This is all you're still asking what's the problem?" Wafa seemed to be astonished by Bian's words. "Hello, dear Mr. Bian, he's only 6 years old. What's the tutoring from the time he's out of school till night? When does he have time to please himself?" Wafa until the boils.

Bian again marginalized his car, then turned off the engine.

Now, they are even involved in a funny quarrel like a husband and wife who is concerned about a child. At the end of his², Wafa is upset because Bian insists that he knows his daughter the most, and says Wafa is inexperienced because he has no children.

Obviously Wafa was upset, because Bian had even forgotten that Wafa had many children in the foundation.

"Eh, what else is this? Why stop?" ask Wafa.

Bian was trying to be patient, the man still maintained his cold attitude towards Wafa. "What do you mean? I'm that cruel father?" tanyakanya.

"Why did it stop? Why stop again!" Wafa was getting upset. "Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, I must be patient" he murmured.

"Stop calling me Father, if you call Zaka your Lord, Wafa!" bian protests, until cutting Wafa speech.

The big baby was sulking because Wafa could not call Bian what he wanted. Bian wanted to be called only by name, or even gave advice to be called 'Mas' but Wafa who could not get used to it, did not want to learn to call Bian with the name he wanted.

"Sir and Master does it make any difference?" wafa's voice returned to his initial suit, where she was a graceful girl, speaking soft and thoughtful words.

Like when he was with Ustadz Zamil and Ustadz Lana. However, for Wafa, being able to talk casually with Bian, made him feel comfortable. Hence he always took out the other side of his famously meek self.

"Alright, alright. From now on, I will call you Mas!" Wafa.

"Well!" bian agreed.

"But if I'm in a good mood. For now, I can't" said Wafa.

Bian was upset. "Well, why is it like that?" His protest.

"It could be, dong!" Wafa answered. "Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, astaghfirullah hal'adzim" he said.

"Enough Mr. Bian. Trouble calling this leave later a decisive time. We go back to the initial meeting," Wafa asked in his normal voice, no longer upset with Bian.

Hearing that, made Bian hold back a laugh.

"Is there anything funny? Why is Mr Bian holding back a laugh?" Wafa felt unacceptable.

"Hahaha, hahaha," came Bian's laughter. That laugh sounded so satisfied. To make guava himself confused because he did not know what Bian was laughing at.

Only able to let the rich widower laugh, Wafa looked out the window and saw a little boy selling roses. Wafa lowered his car glass.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Brother. My name is Aisha, I am 9 years old. I am here to sell flowers and please if there is .. can you give alms or set aside coins or coins to my sister whose name is Furqon Hadi. He is 5 years old, battling his illness. Coins or a thousand rupiah from sister, can help us to relieve the hospital costs," said the little girl florist named Aisha.

The girl's sweet and sincere smile was able to knock Wafa's heart out.

"What is your sister sick?" ask Wafa, while opening the car door. Wafa grabbed the little girl's hand, then stroked her head.

"My sister is sick with cancer, sister. I do not know clearly what the pain is, but if you want to know, you can find information at Harapan hospital. My sister was taken care of there," replied Aisha.

Wafa lowered his head, then looked back at the girl. "Where are your parents?" tanyakanya.

"Alhamdulillah is still there, Brother. Mom works abroad, dad works as a gardener in people's homes. But because my sister's father said sick cancer, so all costs can not be claimed using guarantees, Kak. So I want to help you, by selling these flowers" said the little girl.

"God, Son. Seeing you being so persistent and sincere fighting for the sake of helping the old man, Big Brother misses his big brother. She's exactly like you" Wafa nosed Aisha's nose.

"Well, you'll buy and donate to your sister. Wait a minute, Brother will men—" apparently Wafa does not have enough cash.

In his small wallet, there was only a sheet of five thousand. The one where to buy a rose Aisha is not enough. Bian who realized that the woman who had contributed a lot to him would do good, he reached into his pocket and gave his wallet to Wafa.

Does Wafa accept it?