Money Or Honey
Episode 40: Candidate Pebinor?

Hiyola took a deep breath as she stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror. His impression was not very official, and not too casual.

The yellow clothes of the flowers that he had worn to the campus before his became his only option. Although uncomfortable, he had no other choice. The client of the app asked her to dress up like a girl she would introduce to an office friend. So roughly the contents of the message that Hiyola received after exchanging contacts. 

"Mrs Hiyo is so beautiful!" praise Ami, she smiled. 

Hiyola's shoulder-length hair in the low tie, leaving some children with beautiful hair, her face using a little make up that she obtained from Mbok Ami. Oh my God, that old lady is something. 

"Well, Mbok is cool. I'm young and I don't have these sacred things." Hiyola put on a little blush. Although rarely using these objects, Hiyola quite often saw some of his college friends applying these tools, so he was not too difficult. 

"Who...! This madam, I use her every once in a while if out to market." Ami smiled nervously, "But, I never wear a blush." she continued. 

Seeing Ami's sometimes random attitude Hiyola is grateful for being found with someone as good as Ami. 

"Done!" 

Once again Hiyola made sure of her appearance through the mirror.

"How, Mbok? Can you say grown-up, not yet?" 

Ami who was sitting on the bed, walked to the front of Hiyola. He took a look at Hiyola from head to toe. His hands were folded in front of his chest, for a while later he let out a rough sigh.

"Mistress Hiyo's face is too young. Though already dressed like this, it still looks like a schoolboy wants to do chores to a friend's house!" 

Hiyola was singing worried lips. Because the man who became his client is a 30-year-old adult man. And Hiyola will play her pretend boyfriend, in front of the man's office friend. Surely his atmosphere would be awkward if he looked young. His client may be considered a pedophile. 

"Shall I put it down like this?" Hiyola pulled down the neck of her front shirt, revealing a slight chest line that was not too big, Ami shook her head quickly and raised her back up. 

"The lady will look very material deficient." commented Ami. As the two looked at each other, they dissolved into laughter. Material shortages? They seem to have the same thoughts. 

Five minutes later, Ami and Hiyola were already standing in front of Hope. They encourage each other in the form of caring. 

"Mbok wait a minute. We'll have a big meal after I get back." chirped Hiyola enthusiastically.

Ami nods. "But, is madam going to be okay?" His eyebrows were wrinkled, showing doubt. He doesn't know how the security system of Hiyola works. 

"Just calm down, Mbok. The app has an emergency button as well, so if we're in danger, the button will connect directly to the company, even to the nearest police station" Hiyola said, wearing her helmet. He glanced at his brown watch. 

07.12

"Oh, great. I also want a list, too. Who knows who received." kekeh Ami, while groaning strangely. 

Hiyola chuckled, almost spinning. "Mbok could have." 

 "Yes, the lady is leaving. It'll be late, the pandora's box is angry." 

Still unable to stop her laughter, Hiyola turned on the motor. "I say goodbye, yes, Mbok.," he said, then drove after a nod from Ami. 

Today he wants to have fun so he can forget all about Robert's attention to him. Even if you have to pick up om-om, it doesn't matter.

Hedeu... No problem but shakes in horror! 

***

The distance traveled to reach the meeting location is a bit far. Hiyola arrived in front of the five-star restaurant after a 30-minute drive. 

The sneakers he was wearing stood on concrete. He had just parked his motorbike, and went to a classic-style restaurant with lantern lights as his attraction. 

Riding the phone, Hiyola made sure that the address he was going to was not wrong. 

Once convinced, he began to move his legs. This restaurant is also quite official. Hiyola did not expect, in her there were many customers. 

His eyes swept throughout the room, looking for the man who was his client. He used black jeans with a white shirt, but there seemed to be no such feature. 

Netra Hiyola kept glaring, until she stopped at a corner of the room, as a man waved at her. 

Hiyola's eyes immediately swerved perfectly. He was startled instead of playing, then quickly turned towards the door while covering his face with the small shoulder bag he was wearing. His face looked pale as soon as he saw office friends near the man in white shirt. 

"Campus me!" his grunts began to tremble. 

However, when going up the Hope, Hiyola's hand in a check someone. Because the influence of adrenaline is still driven, Hiyola hit hard the man's hand. 

"I'm sorry, I can't!" he said without a single glance at the man in a white shirt, who was none other than his client. 

Argha! Fuck that 500 grand! Hiyola's fizz in the heart. His body immediately brushed when he remembered how he knew very well the humans sitting at table no 10 earlier. 

What kind of coincidence is this? How can my client's office friends, my own lecturers? 

Yup! You guys didn't read it wrong. The office friends the man said were the lecturers of Hiyola? Even the killer lecturer who gave her the E semester score lastly because she was absent once in her entrenched hours, was also present there. 

Holy hooch! Imagining sitting with them managed to make all my fur sit up. If you go there, they'll give me a sudden daily test! 

Thinking about it makes her creep. However, there was nothing he had commented towards the man standing beside him, a hand that had grabbed him, pulling Hiyola into his arms. 

"Don't move!" said the man, as he felt Hiyola trying to rebel. 

"What are you doing?Release me!" hiyola snapped to find the man still hugging her. However, a moment later, Hiyola froze in her place. The killer lecturer spoke not far from where they stood.

Hiyola's heart almost fell off as she heard the shoes approaching. 

"Ouch! They can't see me." sizzled Hiyola softly. As quickly as lightning the white-tinted man took Hiyola to his car. And let her sit there. 

Hiyola saw how they were all chatting. It looks very familiar and warm. Immediately he rubbed both his shivering arms in horror. 

"I can't imagine if I actually met them. Oh, blimey! My five hundred thousand floated.." he said. There hasn't been five minutes since he said fuck.

***

About five minutes after he sat in the car, the man in a white shirt came in.

Hiyola sat down, squeezing her fingers. He felt awkward, nervous, and sorry. This was his worst meeting during his career at PT. Meet Me's. 

"I'm sorry-" Hiyola's words came to a halt as her eyes met the Client's gaze. 

Since then, it turns out, his client was busy staring at Hiyola. Because the parking conditions were quite dark before her, thanks to the light of the car lights, Hiyola only realized that the man who might be her lecturer had a charming smile. The face strongly indicates a western man, chin split, with hazel eyes that are so beautiful. The man smiled towards her making Hiyola's heart seem to stop. Even he began to doubt if the man in front of him was 30 years old. His smile was unmitigated! Totality without limits! 

Uhuk! 

Hiyola coughed because when looked back, the man did not show any awkwardness at all, making Hiyola who should have won in this face-to-face competition, even misbehavior. 

"I'm sorry, sir, for being so stupid" Hiyola said. Regret is very obvious in his eyes. 

The man in the white shirt chuckled softly. "I didn't expect, my hired girlfriend, to be my own student." said the man, confirming his seat. A beautiful smile never stops. Hiyola felt like de javu when she heard the Indonesian word of the disen sir that was not so good. 

Appointed him, "Father knows me?" Hiyola felt a bit strange. Although it was clear that the man was his lecturer, Hiyola still never expected to have a lecturer this handsome. 

"Of course I know you" replied the lecturer meaningfully.

"So the father of the lecturer in the Faculty of Economics? Why do I never see my father?" 

The lecturer turned his head back, looking at his interlocutor. "Maybe because I started teaching her, tomorrow?" answer mebjat Hiyola mangosteen. 

"Oh, deserved.." murmured her. "What do not-don't, the father of business lecturers who are talking about throughout the faculty?" both of Hiyola's eyebrows swooped, his eyes rounded when he remembered him and Daniel had discussed the lecturer. 

The lecturer nodded. "Me, Jeremy Sander." The lecturer, named Jeremy, extended a hand. 

Doubtful, Hiyola reached out her hand. This official introduction made Hiyola smile, in his heart he was haughty, his mistress friends would be very envious if they knew the lecturer they were waiting for instead sat down in a car and reached out to him. Oh, blimey! Don't forget that sudden hug. 

"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I couldn't keep my word, it was too late, too" Hiyola said, her voice almost lost at the end of the sentence. 

"When I came on time." Hiyola sewot slowlymore like an annoyed grunt made Jeremy laugh crisply. 

"You are adorable." 

Hiyola swore that if her ears could be removed, she would keep them because she knew how red her listening organs were. 

"Just relax, I did intend to introduce you at the end of the meal, because our conversation wasn't very pleasant." her smile turned sour. "Thank you for coming up with that attitude. If not, oh, my God, who knows what time the boring conversation will end." he lamented, throwing his back on the back of the car. 

"Are we on fire, now?" said Hiyola who knows best how to melt the atmosphere. 

Jeremy chuckles, "Yes, I guess." she laughs back. The laughter reached Hiyola. 

***

The night that Hiyola thought would be boring right, it was not that bad. Jeremy has a good sense of humor. He did not even bear the responsibility when laughing or smiling made Hiyola occasionally compare her with a stiff man. 

"I'll be back." said Jeremy, after herding Hiyola to the front gate of Kohler's house. 

They spent two hours talking to each other, then decided to return. It has become common for Hiyola to accompany customers by talking all the time specified. 

Jeremy also gave Hiyola, four pieces of fiber money. He said a hundred more because his introduction was off. Although he refused, because for him he had failed, inevitably, Hiyola accepted it because he was forced by Jeremy. He said talking to Hiyola was fun. 

Hiyola stopped the motor for a moment. "It's nice to meet you." Hiyola replied. Just look at Jeremy's sharp gaze, make Hiyola tergawa. 

They've agreed to use casual language together, and if next time Jeremy becomes his customer. 

"Sorry" said Hiyola, still laughing. He also felt strange if he called Jeremy father. The man looks so young. Exactly like Robert who also has a very young physical, too far from his age. "It's nice to meet you, Jeremy," Hiyola ralat, justifying his call.

"Come in." said Jeremy. 

Hiyola. "I'll be in after you're gone." 

"I have to make sure you get in safely" Jeremy refused not to lose. 

As a result of her being a little weak. Hiyola decided not to throw words at each other again, and decided not to enter. 

"In that case, I will enter first. See you later." he said in return and did not forget Jeremy's charming smile. 

"It's so sweet." Jeremy muttered, starting to drive away. 

***