
Zafran smilingly stared at the number Mirah on the phone, a profile photo of Mirah is very beautiful with a standing pose while holding a small child.
" Beautiful." Zafran Mumbles.
" O.m..!" Call Dion.
" Oh, Dion laper." Yeah."
Zafran seemed to be lulled to the point of not responding to his nephew's call.
" Woyy Om.wahh satanic sambet budeg !"
" uh? you carelessly say it!"
" Party called too!"
" What's Dion?"
" The layer!"
" Okay, we're going to the restaurant!" Putting her phone in a bag.
Behind the walls of Erland stood in hiding, and from then on he observed the conversation of Mirah and Zafran not very clear what was talking but that Erland knew Zafran
ask for Mirah number. Erland came out after Zafran and Mirah were far from Erland's sight.
" Huhhh..!"
Erland sighed with a heavy breath and then closed his laptop body leaned on his seat of greatness his hand was frowning his mind began to be disturbed by the meeting of Zafran and Mirah at school.
" Have they started to contact each other?"
Curious Erland grabbed his phone open a chat with a green logo, then look for contact Mirah, seen Mirah is online.
" It's been this night that Mirah is online?"
Erland was again curious to have her thumb switch moved on to the same contact Zafran was having online.
" Are they talking to each other?"
" MOTHERfuck!"
Erland put her phone back, doubt not necessarily Mirah and Zafran are online does not mean they chat with each other.
Erland moved from her work chair to the small shelf she took a bottle of wine and a pitcher, Erland wanted to enjoy her solitude by drinking alcoholic beverages. Erland then stood in the corridor of her apartment room and began sipping on the wine that warmed her body enough, while enjoying the view of the city at night.
He felt empty he continued to think about Mirah who could not be separated from his brain, plus the presence of Zafran Papih's relatives admitted his love with Mirah.
Erland imagined Mirah and Zafran what if they were in a relationship if he could see them.
Dret
Erland reached into his cell phone in the pocket he got a message from someone sending a report. Erland smiled the devil at the photo
" Good job!" Reply Erland typed on her phone.
Erland gulped her wine back until she foundered her eyes were sharp, her jaws were hardened, after getting some information.
" Hmm *****!"
One week later, Zafran had several times contact Mirah either calling or chat, with a stale asking news of Mirah tucking words containing the meaning of giving little attention to Mirah.
📞 " Mirah.."
📞 " Yes Mas?"
📞 "Eum..what can...?"
Zafran hung his words, hesitating to invite Mirah to meet and walk together.
📞 "Yes Mas?" Mirah scrunched her forehead.
📞 "What if there's time I want to take you for a walk!"
Mirah smiled at Zafran's nervous and hesitant remarks, impressed Zafran so funny. Zafran ventured in Zafran's heart and he was ready when Mirah refused, let him undo it and will try again.
📞" Road?"
📞 "Eum..Yes, but.eum if you can't..-" Zafran paused.
📞" Yes should be able! Hehe.."
Mirah increasingly wanted to laugh at him, yes the beginning of his meeting with Zafran, frankly Mirah always made him smile with the words Jokaran Zafran.
📞" Mas Zafran relax, how about ya-"
Zafran already knew the answer must have been Mirah refused, but it was only a guess that he never imagined.
📞" How do you want?"
📞" Well Mas I want!"
How happy Zafran was, the look on his face immediately sparkled like winning a lottery.
📞 "Good I pick up tomorrow afternoon!"
☘️☘️☘️
" Thank you!"
" What is it for?" Reply after purifying the lattenya creamy coffee.
Mirah smiled in reply with a slight nod.
" I'm glad you're, Mas this is a nice guy turns out."
" Oyeah, why is that?"
" Yes, as long as we talk, the guy's a humorist.yes, I always laugh."
Zafran looked closely at the eyes of Mirah, there is a seriousness with the words of Mirah really he was as fun as it was very entertaining if that was the case, he would always be ready to make Mirah always smile.
" Well, I'll always make you smile!" His words are meaningful.
Mirah who laughed loosely was instantly speechless her face turned stiff as her eyes were fluttering with a pair of Erland eyes staring towards her very coldly.
" Mister Erland is here!" Said Slowly.
Mirah became somehow uncomfortable with that look. Mirah immediately decided her gaze with Erland who was not far from Erland's table, her former employer had just come in the same restaurant with her fiance Sarah.
" Mira.."
" Yes Mas?"
" Do you want to eat something else on the menu?" Tawar Zafran's.
" Oh oh, not enough!"
" All right!"
Mirah felt Erland was still staring at her and sure enough that Mirah was cursing a glance with the tip of her eye, Highlight Erland's eyes like lasers towards her two eyeballs. Mirah lowered her head and became agitated sitting her down. Zafran saw the discomfort of Mirah who arrived.
" Mirah why are you?"
" Eum it's okay Mas, we better go home!"
Zafran nods himself as well can't resist Mirah for a long time dating Mirah must have remembered her daughter who can't in staying too long outside until night.
" Mr Zafran!" Call Erland.
Erland approaches the table where Zafran and Mirah are as they leave the restaurant, Zafran is shocked by Erland's voice.
" Hi bro." Zafran
" Who are you guys dating?" Erland Kepo.
Zafran's face blushed, Damian Wijaya's son teased him.
" Well, bro, ah you're the same, where's your fiancee?"
" He's there." Pointing Erland towards Sarah who was busy ordering a drink.
Erland turned to look at the bowed Mirah.
" How are you doing Mirah?"
Mirah looked up to reply to Erland smiling at her while reaching out to shake hands. Mirah received the post of Erland's hand that had been half-raised.
" Thank you my good news, sir."
As the two of them shook hands, Mirah felt Erland's grip so tight and deliberately the grip was long off Erland.
" Mister already!"
Erland took off her grasp.
" Why do you want to go home, how about we join, yes double date!"
Erland deliberately held Zafran and Mirah, Erland like to channel the longing in Mirah adjacent to Mirah looking at the satisfied face of Mirah even though there is Sarah beside her.
" I'm up to this beautiful woman."
" Euh, sorry Mas Zafran, but.-"
Hearing Mas's call to Zafran, Erland seemed not to like why Mirah did not also call herself the same, Mirah was always formal when dealing with her.
" Come bro! when again?"
" How's Mirah?"
Mirah finally agreed.
" All right!"
Zafran and Mirah sit down again while Erland calls Sarah to join Zafran's table alone, Erland's reason for Sarah's double date.
After they had one table, Erland was endlessly staring at Mirah, her former Maid face getting more beautiful and looking more mature. Moreover, the thin makeup of Mirah that makes Erland admire Mirah, different from Dangan Sarah who is very glamorous.
Their conversation at the table goes there is laughter and serious talk Erland with Zafran business things that make Mirah just silent, sometimes Sarah chimed in. Mirah does not understand the business of Erland and Zafran work, Mirah becomes small among them.
" We're talking business is really fun!" Said Sarah
" That's why you deserve to be Erland's future wife, agree and fit!"
Sarah smiled and nodded in agreement with Zafran's praise, whereas in the mind of Erland Sarah was not the criterion, she preferred a figure who could accompany her later was a woman like her Mamih, she said, Housewives who focus only on family. Sarah is indeed smart Erland himself admitted any matter of work problems in Sarah's company very shrewd.
" Mirah why are you quiet? Didn't you understand our conversation earlier? ahh you obviously don't understand!" Sarah said mockingly.
" Eum yes I.indeed there is no field there, but if my business affairs can undergo a clothing business that has been several months I run, small business looking for additional small business, Ma'am!"
Erland looked back at Mirah, he looked at the direction of Mirah's conversation, it could be that he would help and give Mirah small business capital later, Erland pulled the corner next to her lips, he said, this will be so that he can look face to face with Mirah again.