WHAT LESS!
STORIES 06

Today I feel happy, since my morning full of color. Brother Dio who is now officially my girlfriend continues to make me baper. There was only her attitude that made me smile happily. 

In the afternoon after eating together, he drove me to YMS. This afternoon I had a meeting with the friends. There will be a tourist event outside the city, and later some of us will be sent to follow the event as representatives of Surabaya. 

I arrived earlier than the appointed hour. In the hall there are still guests so I chose to go to my favorite place, which is the mushola in the corner of the building. 

To fill the time I chose to video call with my best friends, Syahnaz, Dian, and Bara. It just so happens that we both have free time. 

"God willing!" Screech someone who makes me hang straight. 

At the moment my position is not ruddled, I sit casually like in a coffee shop with one hand holding a cellphone, another is scratching my body. And suddenly there was a man wearing cloth pants as well as a press body shirt appearing. 

He was surprised I was more surprised, without saying much I immediately matiin my phone and fix sit. Can be broken my name if caught sitting model like this, a real thug. 

We both look at each other, I admit he's handsome, very handsome. Her nose was sharp, her skin was clean, her posture was high. And I was instantly blown away the first time I saw that guy. 

"Ehm. "His dehemen turned my eyes away. 

I immediately looked up because I was caught looking at him. I was clearly misbehaving. Surely I look really strange, had been sitting like a market thug, now like a begoo who just saw a clear man. 

"I'm sorry I didn't take a ride?" Ask. 

"Owh please, I'm a hitchhiker too." My answer is still wrong. 

I chose to go straight, pretending to be busy with my phone. Because the kids called me, maybe they were worried because I cut our video call. 

"May work here?" Ask the guy suddenly. 

"Yes." Yeah." My answer was short, it felt like I did not dare to look at him. 

"The place is good, Ma'am, the style of young people is very suitable for photographs. What's that Mama call it?" The button feels familiar. 

"Huh? Whahuh? Instagramable?" Guess I'm like a begoo. 

"Well yes. Make it at home, let alone the person here is beautiful, like his mother." It's so dreadful. 

I smiled maksa, "What's the matter here?" I asked stale bases. 

"I have people visiting here." Answer's relaxed. 

I frowned, "Is the driver?" I asked while looking at him. 

The two of us looked back at each other, I waited for an answer, while the guy was confused. He scratched his nape, probably uncomfortable with my question. 

"Eh I'm sorry," I shut my mouth that was from Nyeplos. 

The guy smiled maksa, "Yes I'm a driver."

I just nodded in response to the guy's answer. Then the mood became quiet. We are busy with our own world. I was busy replying to Kak Dio's chat, while the Boy seemed to be busy with his phone as well. 

Before long the sound of the ashar adhan reverberated, I tidied up my luggage because I had to go to the hall immediately. The man also stood up. 

"We pray only, I take ablution first." He said and immediately walked towards the male ablution spot. 

And again I look begoo, a few seconds I'm still confused I have to do. Until I finally chose to take ablution. 

We pray both worshipers, he is so solemn worship. This guy seems to be a good fit to be a priest. No doubt that I have a priest or husband like this guy. The house must have felt adem. 

Jeez, when I pray my mind drifts everywhere. How could I have fantasized about being this guy's wife. It seems like my mind is contaminated with the virus. But I do not know this guy. 

Finished praying he paid first, he said he was waiting. I myself bodo very and choose touch up my make up first. 

From the mosque I went straight to the hall and it turned out there were many friends who came. I joined the empty chair. As usual, they were gossiping. 

"Who is it anyway?" I asked when I just joined. 

"No, there were members of the DPRD were young, handsome." Crap one of my juniors there. 

I frowned, "Times?" Candaku with a deliberately made-up shocked face. 

"Yes. Ih Mba Raya even joked." Another junior. 

"Hahaha.. you guys end up really excited, until the buzz from the outside." I said. 

"Great Britain where interested in our chat. He's the same as Dio." Take one of my younger brothers on campus. 

"Well! Really Ma'am? Dio's son, Mr Salman?" The other scene. 

"Yes, you guys are so cool about this cake thing." My insinuation. 

"Yes dong, you fit in. Cute similarly beautiful clop. Make envious." Or maybe one of them. 

"What the hell. Doain deh." I said with a smile. 

Our conversation continues until the administrators of the Foundation enter the hall. As always, we are talking about the events of the next month. All members are divided so that we can participate in each event. 

I myself was appointed to represent Surabaya in the South Malang Beach Enchantment event. I'm obviously excited because I've wanted to stay long. From Surabaya, two people left. Me and Ibra. Actually I was a little uncomfortable because Ibra always sought my attention, but bodo very much there later many other tourist ambassadors. 

The event that I will attend will take place next week, for 3 days. I will automatically stay overnight. From the info that I can we will later stay at Sempu Island. A villa was built there. When viewed from the list of activities, it looks like it will be exciting. 

"Raya, I'll leave with my car." Ibra started to offer me, as usual she'll get attention. 

"No promise, Bra, look a little bit." I said try not to offend. 

"From here are we just the two of you, who are you going to go with?" He seems to be starting to be impatient. Actually this Ibra's son is polite and kind, he also always uses me-you when talking. 

"Who knows if I will be ushered by Niko or my girlfriend. Weekend is a walk." I said reasoned. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Ask what looks surprised. 

"Yes already." Answer me with a smile. 

"Who, Dio Mr. Salman's son?" His fishing rod. 

"Yes." Yeah." 

"You're sure Ray, he's a playboy, you should be careful with him." Ibra tried to remind me. 

I know Ibra's intentions are good, but I obviously don't like her talking that way about Kak Dio. After all he is my guy, I don't like it when mine is denigrated like that. 

"Enough bra, I don't like talking about my guy. And this is none of your business!" Sent me and left him. 

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