
Inevitably, Wafa finally accepted the offer to be delivered by Bian. It's true, in front of the luxurious Bian's house there is no more Mr. Imin. Making Wafa feel guilty for not taking Mr. Imin along with him into Bian's house.
"What's wrong?" ask Bian. "Come, come on in. Would you like to stay here?"
"Ah, no! Sa-I'll just go in, hehehe ..." replied Wafa nervously.
Actually, Wafa is a silly girl as well. But because of a demand, he changed his attitude even more calmly. Moreover, indeed the image of a Ning must be good and polite. Although tormented with compulsion, but all that Wafa did with sincerity. Make it a good habit.
"Where's your house?" ask Bian.
"Watch, if he takes me home, there will be caught dong if I go out. I'd better stay tonight at the foundation, "inner Wafa.
"Miss,"
"Hmm?"
"Where are you staying?" ask Bian, replacing 'you' with 'you'.
"Um, you can take me to the foundation only. I could have been chopped off by my father for coming out without saying goodbye" Wafa replied honestly. "Well, why am I being honest, anyway?" it's in the heart.
Bian just nodded. Seeing that the necklace was on Wafa's neck, made him calm down. Bian becomes confused by his first encounter with a girl who is rarely found in his neighborhood. Where girls like Wafa, there is nothing in Bian's circle of friends or business.
"You better put that necklace in. Then cover it with your head cover, hmmm what it's called .. hijab," pinta Bian.
"Almost forgot! Better this necklace .. Sir take it back, yes. I was worried because this necklace was a legacy necklace," Wafa wanted to take off the necklace that was around his neck.
"My daughter gave you the necklace. So, the necklace is yours now. Why are you giving it to me again? If you want to return it, just give it back to my daughter" Bian explained, focusing on driving.
Huh …
The long whimper came out from Wafa's lips. The responsibility is even greater because it must maintain the trust of a glorious family heritage necklace. This Bian just returned from China. The place it came from there. But, her mother remarried to a local, so had to go home to see her mother.
Little by little, Bian did understand about all religions. But, Bian did not expect that that day, God reunited himself with a different girl.
"I don't really understand the roads here. Will I be able to get back on this road as well?" bian asked, breaking the silence.
"It could be, anyway. Where have you been living all this time? Kok, just found out about here when it was .. Putri Tuan is also a school in front of my foundation," Wafa instead asked back.
"I'm only here for a few days once a year. So I don't know the places in this area. But for this time, I'm trying to build a branch company in the area so it's likely to stay here for a long time" Bian explained.
"Well, why am I telling you this, huh?" continued Bian.
Instantly, Wafa immediately turned to Bian. Looked at him in wonder. "Well, you don't know, it's me, it's me" said Wafa.
They're silent again. Until finally, arrived at the foundation owned by Wafa. But, before going down, Wafa calls Nur first to open the door before Bian leaves.
"Who are you calling?" ask Bian.
"Assalamu'alaikum, mbak Nur. Hasn't Nur slept yet? If not, can you please fill my room? Tonight ... I seem to want to work on the foundation," Wafa said. "Oh, okay. Ma'am Nur open the door first, once the door is open, I'll get out of the car,"
"Yes, thank you, yes ..." said Wafa.
Wafa hung up on me.
"What are you afraid of, so you don't want to go down before your mother opens the door?" ask Bian. "You're no longer afraid of ghosts, are you?" keep Bian.
"Hahaha, where is it possible? I am more afraid of humans than ghosts" Wafa replied with forced laughter. "Pass a minute, okay, right?"
Bian nodded. But Bian felt confused why he talked a lot when with Wafa. Bian is a quiet man. "What's wrong with me? But this girl is beautiful too if diliht long." Inner Bian.
After fifteen minutes, it was seen that Nur had opened the door. Soon Wafa said goodbye and thanked Bian for dropping her off.
"But you know the way home, right?" ask Wafa.
"Um, that's .. This is the same as the road that was passed earlier, right? There's no one like that on this street?" bian asked, confused.
Wafa sighed. He had guessed that Bian would not understand the streets at night. The streets look the same all. Moreover, Bian rarely traveled. Wafa finds a solution so that Bian can go home.
"What if I take you back home?" wafa Proposal.
"Then how did you get home? I can't just let you go. Um, I mean, with a stranger," Bian suddenly got nervous.
"In the garage of the foundation there will be a pick-up car, later Mbak Nur will be the same master in this car. Then, I'm from behind or I'll show you the way to the master, how?" wafa Proposal.
"Can you drive?" ask Bian.
"Alhamdulillah can. If you want, I will take out the car and ask Mbak Nur to come along" replied Wafa.
After much thought, Bian finally agreed with Wafa's proposal. He was embarrassed because he pretended to drive Wafa, but did not even memorize his way home. While at home, Zaka Yang was also already worried about him.
Wafa immediately entered and asked Mbak Nur to join him. At first Mbak Nur did not want to because Bian is a foreigner. Mbak Nur has been traumatized by someone unknown and is doing good to him.
"He's the father of the boy I brought. Come on, let's just take it. I am sure, he has a good person," said Wafa assured mbak Nur.
"But he's really a good guy, right?" ask Mbak Nur to make sure. "Mbak Wafa, remember you! Mak Wafa is often used by people because it is too good," continued Mbak Nur.
"This time, it's safe." Wafa convinced Mbak Nur.
"Mbak Wafa this is always so. I and I have always been called. You just say me, no problem, you know!" mumam Mbak Nur's.
After convincing Mbak Nur, and Mbak Nur agreed, they rushed away so as not to stay overnight until the foundation. Earlier Mbak Nur also asked Vita to stay up the night while they were away. Shortly afterwards, Mbak Nur got into Bian's car and greeted him kindly. Mbak Nur is still wary of Bian, because of the trauma he experienced.