Love From Mas Duda
Pick up Bocil

Inneke and Wafa chatted for a while. Inneke continued to chat about Zaka Yang whom he met 2 days ago while having breakfast at one of the restaurants.

"Why did you suddenly so often talk about Mr. Bian's assistant? Don't-don't ..." ledek Wafa, while raising his eyebrows.

The friend also raised an eyebrow. After blank a few seconds, then he meant what the wobble of Wafa's eyebrows meant.

"Tekke! Suek's eyes! Where there is, no story I like him. Tuek men, Wafa, tuek!" his elbows, while throwing his face away and covering his own face using his hands.

"I'm not re-liking you or not. Loh, why you even spil your own feelings," said Wafa.

Inneke's squinty eyes are getting preoccupied. "Well, males me. Hye!"

Inneke was like that, always coming and going as he pleased.

"Are you angry with me?" ask Wafa.

Inneke's steps stopped. "Not angry anymore, but I poll suebele with you. Don't call me anymore and don't ask me to find a notch, okay?"

Even sulking Inneke still coded asking to be invited together. "Yes, pick me up at 4 p.m. We'll go around the square as much as you please!" wafa cried with a smile.

"Hmmm!"

Inneke didn't look at it though. But Wafa already knew what answer Inneke gave him.

The phone rang, Wafa immediately saw who had called him.

"Lana Ustadz?"

"Why else, huh?"

Wafa also answered the phone from ustadz Lana.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, yes, ustadz. What's up, huh?" ask Wafa.

'Waalaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh. Wafa, how is this, huh? Grietta doesn't want to be understood. He's sulking, ask you to come get him here. I'm sorry if I add trouble for you, Wafa,'

A soft sigh that Wafa could do.

"Can I talk to Grietta? give her this phone, "wafa's pinta.

Shortly after, a soft, beautiful voice came from Grietta's mouth. 'Hello .....'

"Grietta?"

'Mama, I'm mad at you. Why won't Mama pick me up at Nana's? I don't want to go home to Papa. I don't want to!'

"What's the reason, Grietta? I'm really busy today, I don't think you can pick up. Wouldn't it be the same, if Nana brought you here?" Wafa.

'No! I don't want to. I just want to be picked up by Mama Wafa!'

Grietta's compulsion doesn't make Wafa go down. That day he was very busy, so he could not pick up Grietta who was at the house of ustadz Lana. Moreover, Lana's ustadz residence is also not close. It takes about 1.5 hours to get there.

"Grietta, please understand. My mom has activities. Once you get here, Mama promises to keep you playing, how?" wafa Proposal.

Tut ... Tut ....

Without any reply from the little boy, his phone was cut off. Wafa knows how disappointed Grietta is in him. But he also could not abandon his activities because it concerned his future. Not a few seconds later, Lana's ustadz number called again.

"Assalamualaikum," Wafa's greeting.

'Waalaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh. It looks like he's angry, but it doesn't matter because I'll try to make him understand again,'

'OK, Wafa. I'll try to contact Mr. Bian. Hope your work is done soon and the problem with this cute little boy is also done. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,'

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,"

Wafa could only sigh. The problem with his father is not finished and now he has to go back to the issue with something else again. 'Why am I all disappointed? O Allah, astaghfirullah hal'adzim, I am the cause of trouble.'

On the other hand, Bian who had just finished the meeting directly could answer the phone from ustadz Lana. Hearing that Grietta is sulking because Wafa can't pick her up, Bian goes straight to Lana's ustadz house and leaves another important job with his personal assistant.

"Zaka," call Bian.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Please continue with the other work. I'm going to take my daughter to the ustadz's house" Bian ordered.

"But, Mister. Our client who is now—" said Zaka Yang stopped. "Good, Sir. I will carry out this work. Car keys ..."

Zaka Yang could not possibly refuse the job given by his boss. After retrieving the car keys from Zaka Yang's hand, Bian immediately left his office.

"This kid's getting longer, it's just getting annoying. I pampered him so much that he dared to be so insolent as this to the old man," annoyed Bian, busy driving.

"During this time Wafa has been a lot of my servants. It's only natural that he has a job that's piled up because two days ago he also helped me find Grietta,"

"Otherwise it's his relationship with his father. I haven't even asked how it went,"

"Hishh, Wafa .. I'm sorry ..."

Bian is a self-knowing person. The 30-year-old man is indeed mature, of course, already has a mature attitude since the first time he plunged into the business world. Since the death of his grandfather and father, it has been difficult for Bian to enjoy his free time. It is often used to work and continue to work. Meeting with people older than him, making him also insightful.

"Hello, ustadz. Can you send us a full address? I've been in your area,"

'Okay, Mr. Bian. I'll send you this time too,'

"Thank you" said Bian, hanging up.

After about 30 minutes, Bian arrived at Lana's ustadz house which turned out to be a boarding school.

"It turns out that this ustadz and Wafa have the same profession. It is appropriate that they have the same way of thinking, since childhood it is very religious," muttered Bian.

A middle-aged man reprimanded Bian, and shocked him. "Pados sinden ngggeh?" tanyakanya.

(Who's looking, huh?)

"Oh, jeez!" Bian's surprised. "W-what? What are you asking?" bian asked again because he did not understand the man's question.

"Oh, ora iso boso jowo," said the middle-aged man. "hmm, who are you looking for, huh? What was the need, so the car stopped right in front of the boarding gate?" The man asked again.

(Owalah, can't speak Javanese)

Finally Bian could understand the question from the man.

"I came here looking for ustadz Lana and already have an appointment. Can I come in now?"

The man nodded, opened the large gate and directed the house that Ustadz Lana lived in. Don't forget Bian also thanked me kindly.

"Jase's suit must be banned!" exclaim the middle-aged man. (The suit must be expensive)

As soon as he got out of the car, the two parents of ustadz Lana who happened to be in front of the house immediately approached him. They understand a little about the car that Bian drives.