The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 62: Start Open

"I saw a magical figure that I had seen before. Not far from home."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, the same figure I saw a dozen years ago. Around my daughter's past house."

Nirwasita has just emerged after learning that Arsyanendra has returned from the princess residence in a big city.

"I do feel something is awkward. Do I have to go to the house of the girl with the same bracelet as Zay's tole?"

"You know the house?"

"Yes, I told you a while ago, didn't I? Do you want me to take you there now?"

"Don't, it's too late. Someone will see, I guess I want to fuck around. It's not appropriate for grandparents to wander in people's homes."

Nirwasita. He forgot, that his other world friends were also getting older. It felt like they had just met and become friends yesterday.

"I want to rest, tired."

"alright. I'm leaving."

Nirwasita walked outside through the door of Arsyanendra's room. Just as the man was at dusk lying down.

Elsewhere, Grisa was still unable to close her eyes. These few days, since his meeting with Zayan with his family, his heart has become even more unhinged. He feels happy, if both parties have mutually agreed. Only, the girl felt disappointed when she saw the reaction of the man she craved. Cold, even looks unhappy.

Before closing her eyes, Grisa decides to go back to see Zayan in his office. He wanted to talk more closely with the man. Incidentally, his college hours were very few. This final semester. The schedule is getting loose. Like tomorrow for example, there are absolutely no college hours.

Grisa arrived at Swarga Bentala Group's office, just in time for lunch. He had just asked Zayan's co-worker where the man was. The girl was surprised when she saw a woman running towards her, she had not yet dodged. So, the two women collided.

"Mother Mesha?"

Like without hearing the sentence, the woman he recognized, ran back.

"Grisa?"

Grisa turned towards the voice. The man he was looking for, was right at the end of the hall. The girl also walked closer.

"Mas Zay didn't have lunch?" grisa asked as she stood before the man.

"Oh, I'm going to have lunch. Have message. Sorry, I didn't know you were coming, so I just ordered for me."

"Ah, no problem, Mas!"

"You want to sit down first?"

"Can."

Zayan walks ahead of Grisa into the pantry. Get a chair for the girl.

"Coffee or tea?" tawar Zayan's.

Grisa smiled.

"No need, Mom. Eat it, gih!"

Grisa sat leaning back in her chair, looking at the "special" Zayan with food in front of her. His lips smiled, his heart was more and more attracted to the man.

"Gris, I need to ask you something." Zayan stopped his hand from scooping the rice. Staring at Grisa.

Sensing such an intimidating gaze, Grisa lowered her head, looking at her own fingers. Think about what questions the man will ask.

"What, Mas? If I can answer it, I will answer. No need to hide."

"Woman, in the hallway, did you know her? I think I heard you call him." Zayan returned the food to his mouth. Waiting for Grisa's answer.

Grisa grimaced wryly. Still not raising his face. He did not expect, the question asked Zayan. Still smiling, forced, the girl opened her mouth to speak.

"Oh, that's ... Fr.mt ...."

Just as Grisa wanted to talk, a man came in, asking for permission to talk to Zayan. It made his words swallow back.

"Thus ... Mr. Director asked Mas Zayan who presented the project yesterday." The man continued to talk like he did not see Grisa there.

"Now? Where's Mas Ridwan?"

"Yes, Mas. Mas Ridwan has a sudden need, his mother goes to the hospital."

After his co-worker left the room, Zayan quickly finished his meal. Then stood up, quickly tidying up the leftovers.

"Sorry, Gris. I can't take you to the lobby. Me first!" Zayan lowered his rolled up shirt arm. Walked quickly out of the room without hearing Grisa's reply.

"Truly you are, Mom! A normal man would not just leave, like this," the girl muttered.

At the food stall, Mesha had just let Zafia sit down. It was nice to see that girl again.

"You work here, Sha? Sure enough? You can attend special classes and work in ...."

Mesha put an index finger on her lips.

"It's a long story, Fia. Oh, yeah, did you have lunch?"

"Well, who is this, Nduk?" Sri was already standing beside the table where the two young women were sitting. A tray of drinks was in his hand. Then, deftly, he lowered the glasses.

"This ... My schoolmate, Mom. Zafia's name."

Zafia quickly stood up, extending her hand.

"Oh, so. Yes, I want to serve other customers." Sri turned towards Mesha. "If you need anything just say it, I'll take it."

"Don't bother, Mom. Let me take it later."

Zafia still looked at Mesha with a look of astonishment.

"Can you tell me briefly?" ask Zafia.

Mesha smiles.

"I tried. Just so you're not even good at it."

Zafia nodded, then folded her hands on her chest, sharpening her hearing.

A few minutes passed, Mesha told briefly how he could get to work at the food stall.

"So .. was it because of that time problem? You're nuts! You don't know how worried we were, Sha!"

Mesha.

"I'm sorry, but that's all I could think of at the time."

"Certainly? You still want to find that old man, Sha?"

"Oh, not anymore. I found it."

Zafia's expression changed quickly. Become very enthusiastic.

"I'm happy, which means you can be with him soon, Sha."

Mesha shook his head hard. Then go deep.

"Zay may be married, Fia. I saw him smiling while talking to a woman in his office."

"His "office? Do you know where that guy works? Does he recognize you too? How's his face look?"

Mesha shook his head.

"How can!" Zafia's words sounded frustrating.

"I didn't reveal my identity in front of him. All he knows is that I am the adopted son of the owner of this shop. He's been here a lot, really, Fia."

"It's totally crazy! Why don't you tell me frankly, Sha? Aren't you tired of waiting for him to wake up on his own? When?"

"See, Zafia. I was still thinking about my previous marriages. It all ended in tragedy. I'm afraid, if it happens again. It's the same as taking someone else's life. If it's just for dating, I'm not young anymore."

Zafia laughs.

"Evil! Trouble buddy, even you laugh, Fia."

"You say as if you were a grandmother. Don't forget, we're the same age, Sha!"

"Excuse me! I want to order food."

A female voice rang out from behind Mesha's back. Zafia looked at the woman who was standing not far from her place. He felt that the woman was no stranger.

"That's .. that girl, I've seen it!" zafia.

"Who?" Mesha turned his head. His eyes widened to see the woman in question.

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