FATE 3 (WAITING )
CHAPTER 43 GENTLEMAN

Amara waits for her driver at the security guard post. He had waited long enough while Daren had gone home first. So did Arsy and Devan. If you know waiting for the driver too long, maybe Amara has been with Arsy to the house of the Oma. because Syasa is holding a seven-monthly event Luna. But already the head tangung, the driver was already on the way to his school. He would not have to wait for the driver.

“Ya Lord .. Where is Sholeh sir! Holy hooch! change driver can be no!” gerutu Amara standing in post security guard.

'Tintin' car horn sound. Amara looked towards the passing car in front of her.

“Not home?" tanyakanya.

“Pak Johan! Em ... not yet sir! Wait for an invitation, but long!"

”Map between ya!” Johan got out of the car.

“No need, Sir! Soon Mr. Soleh until.” Johan stood in front of Amara and took off his hat which had become his trademark and then put it on Amara's head.

“Already drizzling! would you like to be in the same security guard post as Mr Sugeng?" Amara turned to the security guard who was busy looking at his phone and saw Johan and smiled at his smile.

“Mending same handsome Mr, right!”

‘Bukk.' Amara patted Johan's arm.

“Ouch! It hurts!"

“Sok bushel, Mr!” Both of them laughed.

“Ya. Mr inter!" Amara nodded and Johan opened the car door.

When Amara got into the car, Johan protected Amara's head with his palm so as not to stumble on the edge of the car door. Amara smiled with the attitude of her favorite teacher who turned out to be a protector. Johan got in the car.

“Mari sir Sugeng!” johan exclaimed at the school security guard when he pressed the accelerator

“Mari, Sir! Careful.” Johan gave his thumbs up and then pressed the gas of his car.

Amara reached into her bag and searched her phone to contact the driver.

“Pak Soleh!" it was so exciting when her phone connection was connected.

“Yes, Non. It's Non, I stuck in traffic at the intersection of the main road.” explained the driver.

“Gosh ...! Fortunately, I did not wait for Mr. Soleh. If not. I'm not in the clothesline!” Johan laughed hearing Amara blabbering with her personal driver.

“Ya. Mr. Soleh was a puter back. I got a ride!"

“Who, Non? Can't ride haphazardly, Non.”

“Sama, my teacher, Mr. Johan. It's okay! Bye .. mr. Soleh!" Amara disconnected her phone.

“True, it feels like I, if sir Soleh gets stuck!" great-granddaughter Amara while putting her phone into her bag.

“Oh yes! This is Mr. Johan, his hat!" amara took off her hat.

“Ya. Wear aja.”

“But!"

“Hop hat a lot!” Amara brushed her lips and kissed Johan's inner hat.

There is a distinctive aroma that makes Amara so he inhales Johan's hat. Johan gave a small laugh and grabbed his hat and put it on Amara again.

“Do not kiss his hat. The guy, this!

“Aish ... Mr. kepedean. Amara just makes sure bauk does.” Johan just shook his head and focused on driving his car.

“You've eaten?" johan asked suddenly at a glance to see Amara shaking her head while trying to remove the support of her hand.

“Not yet, Sir!"

“Eat first want to not?" bring Johan.

“Nanggung, Sir!”

”Peka a little dong, Mr it reports eh hungry!" Amara gave a small laugh hearing the joke of her teacher.

“So the Father was indirectly reporting that he was hungry!” Amara was still laughing as well as Johan.

Johan is very close to his students. He has his own way to be liked by his students, especially the lessons he teaches. Because there are still many students who do not like sports lessons, with many reasons that are afraid of sweating, heat, and boring. Johan himself has tricks so that children do not get bored.

“Ya. Whatever Father. If you want to find food first is okay.”

“But ... later you're late!"

“Ok ... we find what! Em ... Just a martabak!”

Johan began to slowly slow down the pace of his car and searched for martabakmen around the roadside. Johan pulled over his car when he saw the martabak.

“You're coming down?"

“Gak, Sir. Drizzle!"

“Ya already! wait yeah. What do you want martabak? Sweet, sour, salty, bustling taste” Amara laughed as she covered her face with one hand. There was just the word of his teacher that tickled.

“Anything, sir. makmum just come, but no nuts, because I'm allergic to peanuts!”

“Ok!” Johan took a folding umbrella in his car drawer then got down and ordered a martabak.

It didn't take long, Johan had his hammer. He also bought his drinking water.

As he got into the car, Johan saw Amara leaning back and closed her eyes.

“You slept?” johan asked while wearing her seatbelt.

“Ah .. gak Sir. Just brushed for a minute." Johan started driving his car while using the Handsanitizer, then directed the Handsanitizer towards Amara. Amara pointed her left hand.

“Sorry, Sir. I wear my left hand.”

“it's ok. No problems. Want Mr ready?" johan said as she opened the hammer box.

“No! Sir. If you can still eat, just not polite, eat with your left hand. Sorry, sir!" Johan smiled and ate his hammer and Amara too.

Do not feel the car Johan arrived in front of the house Syasa. Johan was so amazed when he saw the house of Shasa from behind the gate. Such a big and spacious house. Amara opened her car door as security personnel approached Johan's car.

“Pak open the gate!”

“Sorry, Miss Amara! foreigners should report first.”

“Foreigners? Mr ... If it comes to me it is not a stranger!”

“Sorry, Miss. I just run errands.”

“Iya! But if I go down here, walk in! Rain Dad! Open the gate, I said Oma!”

“But .. sorry Miss. Whose master is this?"

“My girlfriend!” amara's reply was a little high.

“Open! Ngeselin long ago Mr yes!" Amara closed the windshield, then the security guards rushed to open the gate. Johan laughed a little at Amara.

“Ngeselin yes!” amara grutu.

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Johan stopped right in front of Syasa's house and was greeted by two security guards. It just so happened that Bryan was outside. Bryan sees Amara and Johan getting out of the car.

“Opa!" Amara rushed over to Bryan and hugged him.

“Honey! Just arrived. Where does Mr. Soleh. Sir could turn into a young gini!” joked Bryan hugged his grandson.

“Opa ...! This is teacher Amara.” Johan boldly extended his hand. For a moment Bryan looked at Johan's face and smiled and welcomed his hand.

No need to ask who Johan really is. Seeing bravely enter his house, what else with a gentleman drove his grandson to the front of the house and not one less, it had made more value in the eyes of Bryan.

“I'm Johan, Sir. Sports teacher Amara!"

“Yes! thank ye. Already delivered my grandson home.” reply Bryan patted Johan's shoulder.

“Then, Come on in!" Ask Bryan to embrace Johan.

“But..,”

“Nothing but. Who has entered my house, can not go home just like that.” Bryan takes Johan's car keys and throws them at his house driver to park Johan's car.

“Meanour name?" Amara laughed seeing her Master's face between fear and wonder.

“Means Opa it .. can't go home before meals.”

“Oh!" Bryan also laughed and embraced the two into the house.