Love Port.
17. Unexpectedly
After a long period of time Naufal chatted with the issue of who would go with him on Sunday night, he decided to prefer to meet with Zahira.
The man did not want his lover to be disappointed, he reasoned to Susanti that he was not feeling well.
Susanti who received a chat from Naufal became disappointed, because of her intention to meet with Naufal, just wanted to give a gift that she had made herself.
[Later malem, I'll pick you up.]
The short message sent by Naufal was successfully read by Zahira, the man smiled when the girl's reply was a sticker with a thumb.
That night, Naufal got ready to go knock Zahira out. Not to forget the handsome man wearing the best clothes according to him, after feeling quite charming, he sprayed again the perfume that he had sprayed on his body.
The man rushed off on his favorite supravit motorcycle. Naufal thought, although sometimes terbesit to buy a new motorcycle, he did not have the intention to sell the bike blind.
Too many memories are stored in his brain memory, about how he obtained his bike.
Before he met his best friend Hasan, the man from the village bought a bicycle with savings from busking to facilitate his journey to campus.
The tet! The tet! The tet!
The sound of horns from the right side of the road scattered the daydreams of Naufal, who had remembered about his difficult time.
He looked to the right of the road, but behind the windshield was Hasan. The man smiled and immediately slowed down the speed of his motorbike.
"Where are you going?" shouted Hasan. He also slowed his car down amid the crowded streets of the capital.
"Dating!" Naufal no less filter his voice to be heard by the driver who was at the side.
Hasan who heard Naufal's words snorted and immediately drove his car quickly.
Naufal chuckled, seeing the face of his faithful friend become sour.
On Naufal's arrival in front of Zahira's house, the man said his greetings and knocked on the door.
Before long, the one inside opened the door, Naufal was a little shocked. When the one who opened was a middle-aged man whose chin was filled with a thin beard with a mustache above his lips.
Although Naufal never met the man in front of him, because during his close to Zahira he never dared to meet Zahira's parents. but he was certain that this man was Zahira's father.
Naufal's softness set his breath so as not to look nervous, he put on a smile as sweet as honey, so that the old man in front of him eases the purpose he came there.
"Good night Om." Naufal's hand was raised to shake and kiss the hand of the beloved woman.
It was very noticeable that Naufal's hand was so cold, beating the dinginya of the middle-aged man's face in front of him, who had been flat from that moment did not show a smile.
Zahira's father accepted the handshake and was still waiting for what Naufal would say next.
"Sorry, Om. I interrupt those nights. Would there be, Om?" ask Naufal.
"Do you want to take Zahira out of the house?" Without further ado Zahira's father immediately asked Naufal's purpose.
"I-i-i, Om. Can I?" With anxious expectation, Naufal awaited an answer.
"Please enter!"
Zahira's father widened the door that had been half open even though he was talking to Naufal. With regular breathing, and wiping his chest, Naufal entered his lover's house slowly.
"What is your relationship with Zahira? Dad's face was flat and intimidating.
"I ... was Zahira's girlfriend, Om." Despite his doubts, Naufal still acknowledged his relationship with Zahira.
"Dad, Naufal, you've come." Zahira walked over to the two men who were sitting opposite.
"This, Dad. The man I told you about," Zahira said with a distinctive smile.
Zahira then sat down beside Father, staring at Naufal and his father in turn.
"What are you talking about?" ask Zahira. While holding his hand under his chin.
"Otherwise, yes, you are" said Father.
Zahira was singing lips, then after that her birbir curled into a smile. "I forgot, if I'm the only one here who's gonna be the subject, hehe." Zahira giggled with her own words, and at once her gaze diverted to the clock in the room.
"Dad, we're leaving, it's eight o'clock, I have to hurry up and go, let's not go home late." Zahira held his father's hand for him to kiss, and pulled Naufal's arm, which had been sitting awkwardly, not knowing what to talk about.
Zahira's father allowed them to leave the house with a note that Zahira was not allowed to go home late from nine o'clock in the evening.
On the way, Zahira told about her closeness to the father, even the girl had told a lot about a Naufal to her father.
"I don't think your father likes me. I was so worried that the camer wouldn't let his son get taken out."
"Haha! Pantesan, I saw your body was very stiff earlier, just calm down, I will not deny who I'm with. Well the origin of the message, I still know the limit is that" said Zahira
After arriving at their destination, the two of them looked for a comfortable seat.
Naufal's eyes accidentally saw Hasan there too.
Naufal called Hasan, inviting him to join him.
Hasan, who was busy with his laptop and a cup of coffee next to him, turned to the origin of the voice that was calling.
"Do you guys have nowhere else to go, other than dating here?" hiss Hasan on the two lovebirds who were walking closer to him.
Naufal laughed when he saw Hasan's face became gloomy, he deliberately showed his affection for a friend who was still loyal to his singles status.
Zahira was not happy to meet her boss when she was alone with Naufal. Even though the Boss is a girlfriend's own best friend.
Moreover, he was not that close to Hasan, if he could join a table with him, but Naufal forced to approach the boss.
Zahira recalls that time, when her boss asked her to take the road as penance, the girl lied to be able to walk with the lover who was now beside her.
Zahira was also amazed, why the boss after the incident seemed to avoid it and his attitude became increasingly cold, but the girl did not care about the change of Hasan's attitude, the most important thing is that his salary was smooth.
Hasan who had been busy with a laptop, did not want to pay attention to the two lovebirds who had sat at one table with him.
"Am I that bad that you won't look at me?" ask Naufal. Who felt his presence was unwanted by Hasan.
"Go away, I don't want to see more affection like you guys." Hasan's gaze remained focused on the object in front of him.
Without asking for permission, Naufal closed the laptop, and casually clasped his hands in front of his chest.
"Stop, look at my face, do I look happy?" noda Naufal's.
Hasan rolled his eyes puffed. After his net was forced to face forward, he suddenly smiled and pulled Naufal's head closer.
Naufal's face became pias, while Hasan imitated the style of Naufal, his hands were also he was ready in front of the chest.
