Love From Mas Duda
Satiety

Bian's arrival was welcomed by the Wafa family. Finally that night Bian and Ustadz Lana met in person. The Wafa family's good treatment of Bian also amazed Ustadz Lana.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," greetings Wafa.

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh ..."

Everyone is at the dining table.

Mr. Kyai also introduced the still stiff Bian to Ustadz Lana. "Pak Bian, introduce .. his name is Maulana, or often called Ustadz Lana. This is ada—"

"I'm Reyhan's friend, his cousin Wafa's sister. You are ..." before Mr. Kyai mentioned that he was the man who had proposed to Wafa, Ustadz Lana interrupted him.

'So this is the man who is waving Wafa? Hm, this man looks not simple.' Inner Bian.

Both shaking. At that time Wafa really could not dwell and could only obey as Zira prepared her seat.

That night, Bian sat flanked by Reyhan and Ustadz Lana. While Pak Kyai sat near Wafa and Zira. Dian did not attend because she had to go home to accompany her sick mother.

"Now, I'll get it for Wafa and uncle" said Zira. "Wafa, is that enough?" the tanyanya when finished taking rice for Wafa.

"Qu-enough, this is enough," replied Wafa nervously.

Zira's hand stopped when he wanted to take vegetables for Wafa. The girl turned her head towards her cousin and questioned why her cousin sounded nervous when answering. "Are you okay?" ask Zira.

"Who?" Wafaz was unfocused, so did not understand what Zira was asking.

"Ck, you are!" Zira whose patience was as thin as this tissue immediately ignited. "If you have a problem, tell me. Don't hold your own, not good." he added.

"God, Zira. You are a woman, but no soft talk. Mbok yes, that is soft a little like that," reprimanded Mr. Kyai.

Zira just smiled. At the dining table there are several types of side dishes and vegetables. Mr. Kyai has asked everyone to start eating, especially Mr. Bian and Ustadz Lana who had just stared at the food.

"Sir Bian, Ustadz Lana, come on!" said Mr. Kyai. "Please enjoy, it will be cold if only seen," he said.

Wafa and Bian looked at each other. Wafa looked at Bian as if he was apologetic for having to eat again after eating a lot earlier. As for Bian's reply, he simply smiled warmly, winking his eyes as if to answer if he was okay.

"Sir Bian, I'll get the side dish, yes, " said Reyhan, next to him.

"Oh, alright—" wanted to refuse, but it was impossible for Bian.

Back Wafa looked at Bian, Bian's reply was still the same. A warm gaze, a thin smile but looking so calm.

Dinner was solemn. Both Wafa or Bian are full because they have eaten before and must eat again with a lot of portions as well. After the meal is over, let me go home immediately.

Walking slightly depressed in the abdomen, Pian still showed ordinary expression towards the Wafa family because it was impossible to show his pride was full.

The jaws of this rich widower stiffened, holding back the heaviness of his majestic stomach. When he got outside, Bian let out a long sigh.

"Huft ..."

"Sorry," suddenly came the words from Wafa's mouth.

The apology from Wafa was replied with a warm gaze again by Bian. This man turned out to have tenderness towards women. Her charming smile made Wafa misbehave.

"Mr just kept staring at me like that. If I mean something else, how?"

"I just go home, yeah. My body is heavy. Look at this stomach, already unable to stand. Good night and good rest, yes—" Bian opened his car door.

Bian raised his palm. He did not want to talk to me because he was still full.

They split up that night. Until Bian's car came out of the pesantren area, Wafa was still standing in his yard. Followed by Ustadz Lana who also wanted to go home.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" greetings Ustadz Lana.

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh. Ustadz Lana, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the pesantren. Tonight Reyhan invited me to stay the night" replied Ustadz Lana. "You yourself, not sleepy yet? Why are you still here?" tanyakanya.

Wafa replies if he just escorted Bian. Citing the name Bian makes Ustadz Lana not so happy, but also not hate. Wafa is not yet his mahram. Ustadz Lana was self-aware of that right.

"Before you ever yelled at me by saying the name of Mr. Bian. What is Mr Bian you mean, he was?" ask Ustadz Lana.

The deg!

Wafa was surprised, not expecting that Ustadz Lana still remembered him. The woman became ashamed of herself for her carelessness.

"Ustadz, please help me," Reyhan asked from behind. "It's so heavy. Please ya—" he added.

Reyhan brought some books packed in cardboard boxes. The Islamic storybook was donated by Bian a few days ago, only until this afternoon and began to be tidied up by Reyhan.

"What's this?" ask Wafa.

"This is from Mr. Bian. Just arrived this afternoon. Fortunately, the tax was paid by him. Otherwise—can drain our pockets!" answer Reyhan.

Wafa himself did not even know if Bian sent Islamic books to the pesantren. It was also explained by Reyhan, that Bian also sent clothes from China there to children in the foundation.

"God, very noble Mr. Bian. Quiet but it turns out to have a beautiful heart" Ustadz Lana said.

"Come, Ustadz. Please help me. It's still in there. I forgot to also say thank you to Mr. Bian earlier," said Reyhan. "Wafa, please give our thanks to him, yes. Thank you." Thank you."

Wafa nodded slowly. This girl was still shocked by Bian's unexpected kindness. The heart of this girl became confused about Bian's unpredictable attitude.

***

Arriving at home, Bian walks in a cute robot-like style. This man was full to the point of vomiting but still he could bear so as not to come out of the food he ate.

"Sir, are you home? I have prepared a workspace for you. There are some files to check tonight, "welcome Zaka Yang, carrying a pile of maps in his hand.

Bian did not care about his assistant, he walked past him.

"Sir, why are you?" asked Zaja Yang, aware of Bian's strange footsteps. "Oh, do you want to go to the toilet, or do you want to eat again?" coined.

Criiiing .....

Bian's eyes were like removing a laser when he heard the word 'eat' from his assistant's mouth. Bian also moved his hand pulling the collar of Zaka Yang's shirt.

"Are you tired of living?" hiss the handsome widower.

"Just tell me how you want to die. I'll do it for you."

Zaka Yang who knew nothing was the victim of Bian's rampage that night. Bian almost wanted to vomit because he talked a lot and moved. Without saying anything, Bian released his hand on the collar of Zaka Yang's shirt and walked towards his room.

The behavior of his master made the assistant confused.