WHEN FATE DETERMINES
65. The Cleaning Service Afisah

"So, Fi. Lunch time I'm punch-card home."

Afisah also mangosteen sign understand while pouring garbage from the mini garbage bin near the work desk Leona into a large empty black garbage bag that he brought from outside.

The 23-year-old girl intended to ask again without stopping the movement of her hands which then swept the bell to the surface of Leona's workbench.

When she saw Leona was still relaxing, returning attention to the magazine while moving from the original stand to the sofa chair, leaning her hips to the edge of the sofa chair, she said, keep reading the open magazine unfolded in the left hand by occasionally turning a page.

In the eyes of Afisah as a former plain hamlet girl, Leona is a very good female lead figure in her all this time. Friendly and caring towards him who is just a lowly worker Cleaning Service in this G bookstore.

"Mbak...is it true that mbak Na is now dating a Caucasian?"

Ha's?

Automatic raised his face and turned towards Afisah with a gawking expression because quite surprised to hear what became the question CS Leona's favorite, the woman also berkas with back asking, asking,

"Bule guy? Meanin? Said who? Who's the story? Koq can get there to be rumors like that you hear, Fi?"

A moment Afisah quietly considered while hesitating then,

"The mother who is often the same mbak Na that said originally. The mbak said often nguping mbak Leona speak English if again the phone. He said the one who called him was American and handsome. Poto profile often snooping mbak mbak mbak Na if mbak Na again sounds near him."

Okay. I understand now.

"Ooo.so tho apparently. That's Mbak Nanda, right? Yes, he did so often see me calling or WA and my friend that."

"Friends?" repeat The story frowned faintly.

"Yes friend." Leona nodded back at Afisah's view. "Why is that, Fi?"

"Isn't her boyfriend Na?" ask Afi again.

"Ngg.gimana yaa.mang but the theme is very. I see."

"Okay, yeah, I'll just tell you. Yes, he is my girlfriend. Not a bule but it happens to live in America. He's a native Indonesian koq. But shh, you don't go back to the other stories. Keep this a secret."

"so. Yes sip mba, I keep my mouth shut. Ckl."

"Sip."

Back to reading.

Apparently Afisah is still curious.

In the special innocence of her hamlet the girl met Leona's goal still from the side of the table with a silent duster in hand.

Two seconds and five seconds, finally realizing this, Leona turned her attention to Afisah and she laughed briefly,

"Why are you..why do I worry so much about me?"

Sipping the saliva, Afisah immediately replied by asking back bluntly without hesitation, "the baby Na want to live in America, if it had become the same girlfriend mbak? Married him?"

"Haaa?"

"After a date, people usually go to marriage. Would Na be like that too?"

"Lhoo...kamu koq can think that nyamain that to me?"

"Because Na never dated. I see, I predict that now mbak tau-tau again close to the same manq, this run out mbak will definitely be directly the same with him, marry him. I can make it so."

"Hastagana..." Not knowing what to say in response to Afisah's laughable statement just now, Leona humored Afi wide,

"Don't know what I have to say to you Fi, but thank you for your prophecy as well as your words that sound beautiful cute. Hm?"