183 Days of Being a Lover
3. Phone From Grandpa

Rahma just finished the morning apple, suddenly heard the sound of a phone ringing on her phone. He took his cell phone in his pants pocket. He read the phone number listed on his phone screen.he did not know the phone number.

Whose cell phone number is this? ask Rahma in the heart.

Answer no, huh? Rahma hesitated to answer the phone.

Rahma walked into the office looking at the phone screen. He let his phone ring. He hesitated to answer the phone. Suddenly someone patted his back. Rahma looked to the side. It turned out that Irgi was patting her back.

“Hei! Don't keep your phone. Answer, phone in. Noisy rings straight from earlier!” exclamation Irgi.

“Call from whom, anyway?” ask Irgi curiously.

Irgi brought his face closer to Rahma's phone. He wanted to see the caller's face.

“Yah, who called grandfathers.” Irgi taunts Rahma.

“You're a sugar baby grandparent, huh?” ask Irgi

“Enak. Indiscriminate talk!” rahma said annoyed.

Rahma looked at her phone screen once again. He saw once again the caller's photo. The face in the photo is similar to the face of Sultan Wijaya's grandfather.

Did grandpa call? ask Rahma in the heart.

Finally, he decided to answer the phone. Rahma touches the receive button and the phone is connected.

“Assalamualaikum,” says Rahma.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Sultan's grandfather.

“Sorry, Rahma picked up the phone long ago. Rahma kirain the prankster who called,” said Rahma.

“Grandpa forgot to give Grandpa's phone number to Rahma. So you don't know who called,” said Sultan's grandfather.

“It's okay, Cake. Later Rahma save Grandpa's phone number,” said Rahma.

“Saturday tomorrow you have an event, no?” ask Sultan's grandfather.

“No, Cake,” replied Rahma.

“Kakek wants to take you to lunch at grandfather's house,” said Sultan's grandfather.

“Bby. What time?” ask Rahma.

“Can, Cake. Send me the location of Grandpa's house. Rahma went there herself,” said Rahma.

“You're on the vehicle, aren't you? If there is none, Grandpa asked Pak Lilih to pick you up,” said Sultan's grandfather.

“Rahma has its own motor. Rahma to the house Grandpa riding the motor,” said Rahma.

“Be careful driving the motor!” grandfather of Sultan.

“Good, Cake,” replied Rahma.

“OK, I'll see you tomorrow. Assalamualaikum,” said Sultan's grandfather.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Rahma.

Rahma put her phone in her pants pocket, she walked towards her study.

***

Meanwhile at the residence of Sultan Wijaya Kartabatara.

Grandfather Sultan had just finished calling Rahma, a middle-aged woman approached him. She was the mother of Claudia Irena, son-in-law of Sultan Wijaya's grandfather. Claudia's mother lived in the Sultan's grandfather's house since she married the Sultan's grandfather's son. Sultan's grandfather had only one son named Pak Raja Nagara Kartabatara. The king died in a plane crash. Pak Raja left his wife Mother Claudia and his son named Rendi Dirgantara Kartabatara. Now the Sultan's grandfather only lives with his son-in-law and grandson.

“Dad, breakfast is ready,” says Ms. Claudia.

“Where's join? She's out of her room, hasn't she?” ask Sultan's grandfather.

Suddenly the sound of the door opening, a man using a stylish suit like a CEO came out of the room.

“Rendi!” Claudia called Rendi.

Rendi walked over to her mother.

“Iya, Mah,” replied Rendi.

“Grandfather is looking for you,” says Ms. Claudia.

“Ren, sit here near Grandpa.” Grandpa Sultan patted the sofa next to him.

Rendi sat next to the Sultan's grandfather. “What's up, Cake?” ask Rendi.

“Besok you have an event, no?” ask Sultan's grandfather.