The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 42: The Sincerity of a Man's Heart

For the sake of his Mbahkung health, Zayan decided to stay temporarily in the village. His father and mother went home first.

Zayan sat looking at the old man. He reached for the hand that began to clench in front of him. For a moment, remember all the heroic stories told by the grandfather. The young man smiled.

"Readily, Mbahkung, Zay kangen equals the stories of Mbahkung."

Zayan felt someone standing next to him. Small wind gusts at the nape as a marker. As he expected, Nirwasita with her trademark laughter was present there.

"Grandfather Nirwasita, can Grandpa cure Mbahkung?"

The childish question from Zayan, made the man smile widely. He understood what the young man in front of him felt. But it is also beyond his power.

"You know what, Le? I'm not as good as you think. Magic, I can. But health and healing, that is beyond my power. It is God who holds the life of His creatures. I'm just his creature."

Zayan looked down deeply. There were many regrets he wanted to say in front of his temple. About the busyness that makes it rarely come. It was the lecture that shifted his mind. Also about pesantren activities that take away its focus.

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Zayan looked at his reflection in the mirror. He repeatedly tidied the clothes worn. Blue shirt made of cotton with light blue color, making it look handsome and dignified. Combined with black cloth pants. The trucker jacket that coats his shirt, makes the appearance of the man fresh.

After bidding farewell to the grandfather who had begun to recover, the man went to the nearest bus stop. Previously, he left his grandfather to a neighbor who used to come to the house.

The ringing of the phone rang as Zayan stood at the stop. He pulled the flat object out of his pants pocket.

"Yes, Mom. Zay was just about to walk, "he answered the woman's question at the other end.

"Bahkung, it's healthy, right?"

"Yes, it's been a bit quiet, Mom."

"I'm sorry, son. Mama should be there, take care of Mbahkung. But your father's here too no one's taking care of it."

After calming his mother, Zayan hung up the phone. A city bus stopped in front of him. The bus looks so quiet, the thing he likes, the calmness. The man looked out the window. The small town offers a pleasant view for him. Not too crowded, but it looks alive.

A few minutes later, Zayan got off the bus. After crossing over, he reached the office where he was apprenticed. An office with several floors. He greeted the receptionist as he entered with a nod of his head. A man stood up with a smile, welcoming him.

Zayan followed the man who looked authoritative with steady steps. It sees several rows of cubicles arranged simply but effectively elegantly. Many people have come and started their work. The man in front of him clapped his hands, asking for the attention of the people there.

"This time, I brought in an intern on the recommendation of a top university working with our company. Meet our new intern, Zayan Farras!" Formal applause echoed in the room. Zayan nodded his head politely and smiled.

"May Mas Zayan be at home and get the best experience in this office. I heard about your intelligence on campus, hopefully I can see it here." The man patted Zayan on the shoulder and left.

Zayan headed to his desk in the corner of the room. He took off his jacket which he had been wearing. The few people next to him nodded politely as he passed their table.

"If there's anything, don't hesitate to ask me, Dek." A man in his forties, volunteered.

"Yes, thank you, sir."

Zayan started turning on the computer at his desk. For the first time, he felt confused about what to do.

"Expert Officer, can you come here for a minute?"

A woman with a navy blazer waved at him.

"Yes, Mom? What's up?"

"Yes, Mom. I'll work on it soon."

For a moment, the woman was silent. He was amazed by Zayan's appearance and face. Until the map in his hand was still held tightly.

"Mom? This ... map ...."

"Oh, yes. Ja. Sorry!"

"How, Miss Puspa? Can we start our regular meetings?" The man, who was driving Zayan in, came to ask the woman who let her shoulder-length hair fall out.

"Ah, yes, sir. Come!"

"Sorry, Mrs Manager. My name is Zayan."

Zayan stopped the woman's steps. He turned. Smiling stiff.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, Mas."

Zayan felt uncomfortable and was not used to the treatment of his superiors in this office. But he tried to be patient and endure.

On the other hand, the news of the handsome interns, has been spread among the employees of the office. Many were looking for a reason to come to the division where Zayan worked as an apprentice. Just to prove the rumors.

"It turns out it's good to look at!"

"Hopefully that guy wasn't just an intern here. But being a regular employee, there's a pretty good view."

Some female employees in the office who were still alone, single, began to gossip and rant about Zayan. Not infrequently, an envious and jealous spy looked at him.

Not noticeably, the wall clock in the room, showed at three in the afternoon. Zayan had finished his work a few minutes right before the office. After handing over some maps to the manager's room, the man began to tidy up the table and get ready to go home.

Several girls looked at Zayan as he walked out of the office. Then prance silently as the man passes by them.

"He's not very handsome, anyway. But the aura, it's nice to look at," commented one of the girls.

At first, Zayan felt uncomfortable with the behavior of his female colleagues who sought attention. But for a long time he was used to it.

A few days passed, Arsyanendra was able to walk, although not recovered as usual. Every morning, the two of them walked leisurely while chatting and looking for breakfast. After the food runs out, Zayan usually finishes the house and prepares for work.

"Keep, what do you do, Le?"

"For now, Zay wants to focus on Mbahkung. Zay is also willing to complete this internship."

"Oh, nothing, but don't forget the sciences you've learned, huh?"

"Yes, Mbahkung."

"Sorry, Mbahkung is troubling you, Le."

Zayan crouched down in front of Arsyanendra who was sitting on his rocking chair. He clasped both hands that snorted at that age's meal. A smile curled up on his lips.

"Why did Mbahkung say that? Kan Zay himself is willing to take care of and care for Mbahkung. Already, Mbahkung don't think about it. Most importantly, cepet healthy, quickly recovered and healthy continues until Mbahkung has a great-grandfather."

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