Tease Om Om
Syafira's Cry

Syafira works at the cashier. His job is only to serve visitors when making payments after finishing eating at the Cafe.

He came home faster than the other workers. Of course everything was due to a request from Arsyan, who was the younger brother of the owner of the Cafe. Until now Syafira does not know, if the owner of the Cafe is Arsyan's brother.

Like the previous nights, before returning Syafira always had dinner first. Arsyan and other employees.

“Sya, I ate you first! Later finish eating I wait in front yes,” said Arsyan. He had finished changing clothes while Syafira had just opened a locker to take a change of clothes.

“Siap Arsyan.” Shafira raised her thumb. “After changing clothes, I will eat and then follow you to the front,” he added.

Arsyan nodded, then left the locker room and stepped forward to prepare to take Syafira.

Waiting for Syafira. Arsyan sat in the car, leaning back. Listen to music for a short break. Until three songs are finished playing, Syafira never come. It didn't feel like he was fifteen minutes waiting.

“You said aja, Sya,” grumbled Arsyan who was sleepy. He decided to get out of the car to get to Syafira.

Taps.

Taps.

Taps.

Arsyan stepped slowly towards Syafira who was standing down in front of the sink, which was in the kitchen.

Although with his back to his back, faint Arsyan heard the sobs of Syafira. The closer, the more clearly Syafira was crying.

“Sya you're crying?” asked Arsyan standing next to the girl. Staring sharply at his face and finding Syafira's eyes reddened. With clear drops that kept flowing from the corner of his eye.

Syafira was silent, trying to hold back the sobs. He threw away his face, not wanting Arsya to see him cry.

Arsyan opened the door for Syafira. After making sure the girl was sitting comfortably, she closed the car door and sat behind the wheel. Syafira sat beside him.

Arsyan did not ask. He chose to start the car engine and will drive Syafira home now to the dormitory. Do not let him be late or arrive at the dormitory more than 21:00 WIB. Syafira may not be allowed to enter.

Arsyan glanced towards Syafira. The girl had now stopped crying, she was not sobbing either. Syafira always looks out the glass and never looks at it. Arsyan dared to ask. “If you can know, why are you crying Sya?”

Syafira did not answer immediately. He hasn't even told Aleta everything yet, and it's impossible for him to tell Arsyan who doesn't know anything about his relationship with Victor.

Silent. Arsyan pulled his car over in a quiet place. Hoping to get an explanation from Syafira.

“Why are you quiet? Do you think I'm not your friend? Well, if you can't tell me now. You can tell it when you're ready!” arsyan said he did not want to force. He tried to shake off all his curiosity. Honestly, he was very curious about why Syafira was crying? Could It be because of Victor? Arsyan could only ask in his heart.

Without waiting for approval from Syafira, Arsan again runs his car. The dormitory distance is close enough in less than 2 minutes.

Arsyan stopped the car in front of the gate of the dormitory. Once again He tried to ask Syafira because he wanted to know the reason the Girl was crying. “Do you cry because of Om Victor?” arsya urged while looking towards Syafira.

Without hearing the answer from Syafira. Just by looking at it. Arsyan already knew Victor was the reason Syafira cried.

“What Om Viktor was the reason you cried Syafira? You do not need to open your lips you simply nod if my guess is correct,” said Arsyan.

Syafira nodded, then she returned Arsyan's gaze. “I can't tell Arsyan yet, but I promise I'll tell you everything. Not at this moment, when I had already started to stop arguing with myself,” shirk Syafira.

He turned around and got out of the car. He didn't want Arsyan to see him cry again.

Arsyan's hand clenched. One thing's for sure, he has to make a calculation on Victor. No matter the man is older than him. It doesn't matter he's the owner of the ARRA mall. What is clear is that she made Sapphira cry and that man had to endure the consequences of having made the girl sad.

To be Continue...