Love Port.
19. Cocked

"Ira, you are called the boss sir" said Azizah.

"What's wrong?" ask Zahira.

Azizah shrugged her shoulders while shaking her head.

Zahira stopped her activities wiping away the dirty customer desks. He went to Hasan's room.

Zahira's hand was raised to knock on the door in the Boss' room, so many questions in the girl's head. He was afraid that he had unintentionally done wrong to Hasan.

Upon hearing the orders, the girl slowly walked over and saw Hasan sitting busy with his phone.

Zahira did not dare to sit down despite the chair in front of the Boss table. He stood still waiting for what Hasan would reveal to him.

Hasan's face lifted after feeling that Zahira was already nearby. Accidentally their eyes clashed with each other, Zahira immediately lowered her head, avoiding Hasan's gaze which she thought was extremely cold.

"Please sit down." Zahira immediately sat down after getting an order from her superior.

"This is your first paycheck" said Hasan, handing a brown envelope to the girl.

"Thank you, sir," said Zahira.

He did not expect, that he had worked for up to a month, there was a bit of relief in his heart. It is as if the heat were drenched in the sky, Adem.

"Together, in the future work harder" Hasan said. Zahira simply nodded her head without wanting to answer the request from her Boss.

"Now, you may go out" Hasan commanded.

Zahira then got out of her seat, she wanted to leave immediately and count the amount of money in the envelope. However, Hasan's voice telling him to stop made him undo the intention to open the door. He flipped over his body and walked up to his Boss again.

"Yes, sir, why? Ask Zahira.

"Do you love Naufal?" Zahira who heard Hasan's question became astonished.

Why, boss suddenly wants to know how I feel? thought Zahira. But he did not want to think too much, he insisted that he did love his lover.

"If you get hurt one day, will you forgive him?" Hasan again asked a question that made Zahira gawk.

"Sorry, Sir. But what do you mean ask like that?" ask Zahira.

"What the hell, I just want to know, because Naufal is my best friend, and you're my employee. I should have cared for you both" said Hasan.

"Thank you, sir. And for the question. There is no man who has no faults, neither do I. So even if it hurts, I will try to forgive" Zahira continued.

Maybe for now the woman said with a calm voice, it was because she did not know what secret Naufal was hiding from her. Hasan could only smile wryly at Zahira's words.

"That's very wise of you, Zahira. May you two always be together and happy" Hasan said.

The man clenched his hands under the table. As it turned out, his little heart was a little unacceptable to what he said, Hasan was confused, whether it was a feeling of racism towards someone who had been lied to by others. Or did he not accept it because he was starting to feel for Zahira. I don't know why the objection came suddenly.

"Thank you, sir, for your prayers, may you also always be happy, and have a partner who loves you so much" Zahira said.

Herman nodded and only smiled at the forced smile. After that, Zahira came out of Hasan's room.

"Cie ... Cie ..., the happy one gets the first paycheck. What do you want to do buk?" Azizah Goda. While giggling because it makes Zahira annoyed.

"why not say! I think I've done something wrong again, look out for you" Zahira said.

"Involuntarily," chortled Azizah. While running away avoiding the murderous gaze of his comrade-in-arms.

***

Coming home from work, as usual. Naufal always picks up Zahira when there is free time to pick up. Zahira also often came home later, because of the work of Naufal also until night.

The roar of the motor shifted the eyes of Zahira who had been playing games on his phone. It turned out to be Naufal whom he was waiting for. The man immediately gave the helmet as head protection.

"Why not walk,? Zahira Protest. Though his ass has been he landed on the bike holder in the back.

"You can drive a motorcycle, right?" ask Naufal.

"No, why? Don't tell me, you're gonna tell me to be in front?" Guess Zahira.

"For example, we never tried it. Relax, if I can't teach you." Naufal then stood up and told Zahira to sit in front to drive. Zahira strongly rejected Naufal's wishes. However, Zahira could always give in if Naufal had seduced her.

Naufal deliberately brought a matic motorcycle to make it easier for Zahira to learn to ride.

"well, but hold it. Watch out if I fall, you will compensate" Zahira murmured.

"Surely, later if you all I am responsible for marriage. Haha ...," by Naufal.

Zahira became blushed at Naufal's temptation, though she was a little nervous and afraid of holding the gas steering wheel she was pulling, but Naufal's grip and embrace from behind made her feel safe.

Slowly the bike is still running regularly. Naufal was so eager to hold the steering wheel from behind, men are good at looking for opportunities.

Zahira did not bother about it, they really enjoyed the beautiful trip. In the middle of the trip, their keasikan solved by the sound of a motorcycle horn on the right edge of them.

How shocked Naufal was when he saw that the signal was a damenjo who was piggybacking Susanti. It was obvious disappointment in the pretty girl's eyes. Naufal also felt like his face was burning.

The man's mood became uneasy. Naufal, who had been joking with Zahira, disappeared as Damenjo's bicycle passed by. Although Zahira told him this and that, his mind could not focus on capturing what the girl in front of the wheel was talking about.

"Fal, what are you thinking? Did you hear what I was talking about?"

Zahira became astonished at Naufal's unusual behavior. Though before the man looks like mediocrity, but why suddenly the joy disappears just like that.

"Well, no! There's nothing" Naufal lied. Though he wanted to immediately approach Susanti who he had made his feelings shattered.

His heart did not calm down before he met Susanti. She was afraid Susanti would complain to her family about what she had just seen. "Ira, learn it first huh, I'm in a hurry."

Soon Naufal changed their position as it should be. Zahira became clueless with Naufal's often fickle nature lately. The girl suddenly remembered her conversation with Hasan at that time.

Is that right, there's something Naufal's covering up from me? But what?' So many questions that bother his head. Unknowingly, the girl was in front of her house.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was in a hurry." despite being in a precarious state, Naufal still gave a sun-bright smile. He also turned the steering wheel of his motorcycle while giving a distant kiss.

Not forgetting that he still plays with one eye. He made Zahira laugh and raised his hand and then he waved.