
At the boarding house in the morning, Farisa has woken up, clean clean and cooking for herself. shortly afterwards she has to go to work.
He has been working at a boutique in the city for a week.
This morning when he was about to leave for work there was a luxury car parked in the yard. But the car door did not open.
Long Farisa observed the car from the inside. " Whose car is it....? I think I know the car".A little while later the car left the house.
Farisa began to feel something was wrong with the car. Because he has been counting until now, has a week the car is almost every morning in front of the cost.
He did not know who and what his purpose was in front of the cost. "Ah but it's stupid that it's possible that the car is dealing with a cost one." he thought soothingly
" i feel I have no enemies.., what may be the family car Ardan.
He waited until the car left the boarding house as usual and then he left for work.
Today before work, he plans to complain about the existence of the car to those who have costs.
Farisa went to the house of the father who had costs and complained about the car that was in front of the house every morning.
the next morning the father who had the cost of leaving the house to the car parked in front of the kos farisa
tok..tok.tok.uk sound of the sound of the car door glass by the father who has a cost in the car.
open the car's glass.
"good morning, father!" lata the father who has a cost
"good morning" the driver replied
"sorry sir, I noticed it's been a week more, the father every morning parked the car here. by noon you leave the location, actually what is the matter sir?" ask the owner kos
" After I apologize sir, I'm actually looking for my wife sir..!"
" Who is this father's wife who can be here? a feeling that costs here, it's been a long time. "
" this sir I want to ask if there is a boarding child here named Farisa kartika goddess commonly called Farisa.."
Ada..., but. replied the owner kos.
"but what sir?" Ardan.
"But as far as I know, he has not married. for a moment, the master will not find the person.as a coincidence he has not left.
come master..! bring the owner kos
"well, come on. I said thank you earlier " replied Ardan.
Ardan came out with his flat face from the car.
While Farisa who peeked out from behind the window curtain of her room sighed."heh.mas Ardan..! apparently the guy in the car was Ardan..!" farisa in her heart
"i have to how this is,! do I have to follow what he said? or I should..."
I just thought I heard a knock on the door
The man who had the cost of knocking on the door.
tok...
after the door opens
"good morning to Farisa !" say mr. kos
"yes.pak" answered farisa.
"this is mbak, someone is looking for mbak. he said mbak farisa this is his wife.is it true mbak?"
farisa just quietly did not answer while allowing her to sit on her two guests.
"how are you .faris .."
"well." answered farisa briefly
"faris..mas apologize to you. let's go home...! papa and mama are waiting for you at home."
Farisa long silent to Ardan's words, she felt that the one who needed her was not Ardan as her husband
He felt useless, if he awaited Ardan would only need others who serve him.
He no longer wanted to be a maid, not his wife. She was clearly his legal wife.
After thinking for a while he replied"Mas, forgive faris, farisa can't go home now. Faris wants to nenangin himself first. mas go home alone first"
" yes already .. if you don't want to go home now, it will run out of the mas office come home here and pick you up.." said Ardan again.
Then Ardan said goodbye to the father who has a cost "please sir..! I nitip my wife" pinta Ardan.I'm sorry to the office first ..."
"yes, sir please." replied the father who had the cost.
After Ardan returned, Farisa hurried off to work.
He became late to work and was hit by a cloud of heat from his seniors at work.
He was scolded by the senior for being considered incompetent while working. That day there was a customer of the sultan who would take his order dress for his future wife.
The dress will be worn this afternoon as planned for their wedding. The Sultan was obviously furious. The dress they wanted was not ready.
Seeing the evidence of the collection provided by the sultan was the retrieval of the dress at 04.00, the afternoon made the senior of the boutique can be reasoned for the collection of the dress must be in accordance with the hours listed.
In the afternoon Farisa prepared the goods that had been ordered by the sultan. He waited for the sultan to take his order.
Long wait, finally the sultan appeared as well. This time the sultan was not accompanied by his future wife but a person known by Farisa.
the Sultan was accompanied by Aldo. Aldo's the one who introduced Farisa to Ardan's papa.
Seeing Aldo Farisa just speechless, he pura did not know him.
"where's my order?" ask the sultan's customers.
"it's a mas." replied Farisa.
Aldo, who had seen the suit and shirt on display, turned to the source of the voice that answered the theme question.
He felt he knew that voice. Then he approached them both. Upon approaching he observed and noticed the girl serving his friend.
"It turns out Farisa, but why didn't she say hello to me. What exactly happened to his home? until Ardan looks for her" the question in his heart
When he was daydreaming, he was surprised by the voice of his friend. "do. come on already this.
"yes.iya.." replied Aldo.
while walking with his theme, aldo thought that he should return to the boutique as soon as he escorted the friend to know more about Farisa's problem.
He felt responsible because it was the person who introduced Farisa to Raditya first.
Shortly afterwards Farisa was preparing to come home a man who had been with the sultan's customers....Aldo's coming this time....
"What else is this? the Aldo came again." murmured Farisa as he went inside to pick up his sling bag. he rushed to avoid Aldo then went home...
"Mr...Farisa there's...?" aldo asked senior farisa
"there.tuh..., again prepare to go home".
Faris ..charisa....! call his senior
"uh you are sought after" said one of his coworkers who replaced him in the next sip.