The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 74: Fighting Firmness

Zayan was rummaging through his lunch, looking tasteless. Meanwhile, in front of him, Karman sat watching his best friend.

That afternoon, the three friends made an appointment for lunch at the Zulkifli food stall. As usual, the situation was a little crowded. Filled customers.

"Surem very much your face, Mas Bro. Really, like the sun is covered in cloud."

"Well, how not sure? I just found the girl I was looking for. He's gone again."

Next to Karman, Yumna coughed, choking. Deftly, Karman pushed a glass of drinking water to his lover.

"Where else is Sha Ma'am, Mas Zay?"

"Somewhere, I need to find out. Yesterday I went to his house, his mother said he went to work out of town."

"Where, Mas?"

"In ... eeemmm .. K city, where his friend. Za-Zafi--, who's that."

"The zafia?"

"Yes, it's Yum."

Yumna's face was beaming as if she had won a big lottery. His eyes flickered.

"What's that anyway?" sela Karman's.

Yumna glued her index finger to Karman's lips while hissing.

"Mak Zafia is my cousin, Mas! If you want, I'll call him now. Ask where the contract address is."

Now it was Zayan's radiant face.

"really? Phone now can?"

"Start, to, Mom! I finished my lunch."

Then, the three people were silent. Finish each other's lunch.

As promised, Yumna called her cousin, after lunch. Throughout the conversation with the woman over there, the girl kept smiling. He also asked Zafia to keep secret from Mesha, that he had called her.

"Mbak Fi, want Mbak Sha to live happily, right? Trust me, same with Yuyum!" That sentence ended Yumna's conversation on the phone.

Zayan almost jumped into excitement when Yumna handed him a piece of paper bearing Zafia's contract address.

"Thank you, Yum. I don't know how to repay you. Thank you, man, my man!"

"Look out, Mas. I'm happy that Ma'am Sha and Mas Zay are happy. No need to be baled anything, just invite me and Masmbebku right at your wedding only!"

"Sure!"

Zayan unceasingly smiled widely. He remembered the words of his grandfather. "If you are earnest in your efforts and endeavors, you will not be disappointed by the results. And don't forget! Leave everything to God."

Elsewhere, Arsyanendra is not happy with what his daughter has done. Last night, Zayan recounted what happened until Mesha disappeared again. The old man knew very well that Mesha was gone, because she wanted to stay away from Zayan at the behest of Kartika.

"I warned you to, Nduk? Don't break your son's heart like that. He was a good boy and always obeyed you, but why are you even like that?" Arsyanendra spoke to the princess by phone.

"But, Mr. .. What if Zay is as wretched as his previous husbands?"

"When did you turn into that? I never taught you that! The soul, the starch, the fortune, it is arranged as the Gusti of God. As human beings, as His creatures, we strive and act."

"I as his mother was worried, Father ...."

"No need to think macem, I will not stay silent. Dah, you don't need to be like that anymore!"

Arsyanendra hung up the phone feeling disappointed. The man regretted what Kartika had done.

Night had arrived, the sound of a knock on the front door made Arsyanendra wake up from his favorite chair. He was surprised that his grandson had called him earlier. Reported his late return, that night.

Arsyanendra was so surprised, when he saw the face that appeared when he opened the door.

"Mas Zay is there, Cake?" ask the girl.

"He hasn't come home yet."

"But there wasn't one in his office."

Seeing the girl coming, it was a coincidence for Arsyanendra.

"Can you sit down for a minute, talk to me?"

The words of the twilight old man standing before her, made Grisa's heart slightly warm. He wondered what the grandfather of the man he had longed for was, starting to open his heart to him.

Arsyanendra invited Grisa to sit on the chair on the terrace.

"I actually don't like pleasantries. Honestly, I don't like to talk about this ...."

Grisa turned his head, saw Arsyanendra's facial expression for a moment, then looked down.

"No pantes it feels, women always come to the house of men without knowing the time like this. Are your parents not worried?"

"Mom and Dad never had a problem with that, Cake. I am free to go home and go as I please."

Arsyanendra sighed hearing the girl's answer.

"The present time, many parents who love their children are outrageous, until sometimes obscurity. They don't realize that what they're doing is going to hurt their children."

Grisa's feelings are intimidated by Arsyanendra's words. He closed his mouth. Budging.

"I didn't forbid you to come here. My door is open to anyone. Don't get me wrong! It's just ... remember the time, Nduk!"

"I'm sorry, Cake."

"There's no need to apologize, there's nothing wrong. I was also young. Know taste. Never stubborn, selfish and do not think about the consequences, which is important just a moment, that is. But we can't force something on someone else. Whatever it is. Because if it is forced, the result is not good. Yeah, to?"

Grisa looked deeper. He knows the direction of Arsyanendra's talks.

"I know, you're a bright, brilliant girl, ayu. It's not hard to get a good guy. Your soul mate, it will be as level as you. If not as level as the material you have, yes your character. Who can balance you. I also don't forbid you, like my granddaughter. But you know very well, right? What is the character and what does he want?"

Grisa walked home in shaky steps, ringing in his ears all Arsyanendra said earlier. The girl walked without realizing that she had been down the highway. A motor slips because it avoids it. A young man in a leather jacket and a full-face helmet stood next to a collapsed motorcycle.

"If bosen lives, don't be here, Ma'am! Tuh, over there!" The man pointed at a moat not far from where he was standing.

Grisa didn't care about the man's words. However, he crouched down, crying loudly. Heart hurts.

"This is a girl, what's crazy? I fell, she's hysterical."

The furore, of course, made passers-by, keep their vehicles down, curious.

The oriental-faced man earlier, approached Grisa who was still crouching hugging the bag, crying loudly.

"Mr? Whoi! Not horrified?"

Grisa looked up, with tears flooding her cheeks.

"Well, this is cute too, girl!" muttered the man in the leather jacket earlier.

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