Love From Mas Duda
The Foolishness of a Master Ji Xie

At night, Bian will be able to see Wafa in the hospital. Wafa has also improved and looks fit. However, Wafa has not been allowed to go home until by the hospital without the approval of Bian.

"Whatdidyou say? The hospital wants me to stay? Hey, how could it be? I'm already fine. You're the one who translated the doctor's words if I'm okay, right?" wafa Protest.

"Hmm, you shouldn't have to ask like that, Wafa. You know who brought you here. So ... It would be nice of you to wait for that person so that you can go home" explained Inneke, his face showing helplessness.

Wafa was silent for a moment. Unexpected to be sick in a state away from the family, then can not do anything because it is in the country of people. Only a soft sigh and a soft sigh always came out of his mouth.

"I'm out, yeah. You wait here, just a second, all right!" inneke said, giving Wafa's phone to him.

"Where are you going? Tega once left me alone. I can speak Mandarin, Ke. What if someone comes in?" Wafa held up his best friend's sleeve.

"Actually, this is urgent, Fa. I'll just have to get out for a second. I promise, when I'm done, I'll go back, "Inneke raised two fingers.

"Where are you going, anyway?" tanya Wafa lirih's.

Inneke replied, "You're buying a sanitary pad."

If that's the case, Wafa can't hold Inneke back any longer. Finally he agreed to wait for Inneke to return.

"But not for long!" pinta Wafa, like a child.

Inneke raised his thumb. "That's your phone can already be used. Mr. Bian changed the card and also filled the quota, bye!"

Wafa smiled faintly.

"It can be used, right? I better tell Mbak Nur first to ask Mbak Sari to get the money," he murmured.

Once the phone is turned on, a lot of messages and other notifications that come in until it is noisy. Wafa ngeblank's cell phone.

"Hey, wait again. Why go blank, anyway?"

After a while, then the Wafa phone can be used normally. Apparently he's got a transfer from Bian to the foundation's account. This is a good number compared to last month's number.

"This ... This is what Mr. Bian did not misdeliver the money? The advantages of this much are zero," murmured Wafa.

"I have to ask," he continued.

Soon Wafa sent a message to Bian. Although Wafa was aware that Bian could not immediately reply to him, the most important thing was that he had asked first when he saw the notification of money coming into the foundation account.

Under Bian's contact, there was his contact ustadz Lana who also sent him a message.

As soon as the next messages from ustadz Lana. The gentleman always questioned the state of Wafa. But Ustadz Lana did not tell about the second proposal and also the marriage talks discussed with Mr. Kyai.

'I feel uncomfortable. On the other hand I was close to Mr. Bian. But Ustadz Lana was so good to me, why can't I take it?' inner Wafa.

At that time Wafa called ustadz Lana. But unfortunately ustadz Lala did not answer the phone from him. Wafa was sure that ustadz Lana was still in a busy state that day.

Wafa leaned his body back. The girl re-open her phone and play games so as not to be saturated.

***

During the meeting, Bian was completely unfocused. How not? The stubborn widower focused only on the Wafa world. Luckily, Bian was with Zaka Yang, so someone told him that Bian couldn't.

"Master, this meeting is really boring. How can they offer their idols to us. They apparently took our agency down, sir!" whispered Zaka Yang.

"Who's the artist they want to trade?" bian asked, his bored face was clearly visible.

Zaka Yang whispered his answer. Bian's other ventures in the field of plywood, garment and property indeed he became the owner of a prestigious agency in his city. Many artists and also singers recruit successful and well received by the community.

This rich widower was truly very rich. That's why not a few women who always pursue the position as Mrs Bian.

When he was bored, Bian's phone rang. Notification of the message is of course from Wafa.

'Eh, Wafa? She call me? Is he having a problem?' bian murmured in the heart.

Soon the man opened the message Wafa sent.

'I think he asked me. It was money he asked. All right, I'll just answer even if a little disappointed, Bian's inner self again.

reply Bian.

Bian felt a little disappointed at Wafa who was not pleasant to ask him, instead immediately asked about the transfer.

'It's so annoying, he ... Uh, is he conscious? Ah, why am I not there?'

The message was sent a minute ago. Just a minute passed Bian was already upset himself because Wafa never returned his reply.

'Oh, my God, why didn't he return my message? It's been almost two minutes since my message was sent, but it hasn't been opened yet. Exorbitant!' pissed Bian.

The meeting is still going. Under very important circumstances, Bian checked his phone. Hope to get a reply soon from Wafa. Previously it was not focused in the meeting, now Bian is increasingly unfocused plus restless feelings.

'Wafa, why don't you reply to my message immediately? It's been five minutes, are you okay? Ahhh, shit! Why is this meeting not over yet?!'

Bian's day keeps knocking on the table. It was obvious if the man who held the status of the widower.

"Ashh, why have you been so long. Have this meeting!" Bian was already very impatient.

"I'll accept the artist from you, Mr. Cha. Please talk and sign the contract with Zaka Yang, he will take care of everything" the man said.

"You guys work very slow. Don't you know if I have to leave immediately?" Bian grumbling.

The man continued to flinch in his place and look at his phone. "Damn it, he hasn't even replied to my message since eight minutes ago."