
Ara was silent at Tristan's words.
"Say it yourself, sir. I don't want to ask permission from my mom ..."
"Mom!" mother's voice sounded from behind. Ara stood up and walked over to the mother. "This is me cutting pineapple fruit like watermelon for your boss."
"He's not going to, Buk. Any fruit like this he can buy."
"That's up to him. Now he's our guest. We are obliged to entertain guests well Ara," said the mother gave advice. Ara nodded.
"Where's Father?" ask Ara who saw him alone.
"Let's go out with Mr. Manto for a moment." Ara just nodded. "Actually who is he?" ask Mom suddenly.
"Who?"
"Who is this Pakistan? Didn't you ever meet her at the facility house from that office?" Apparently I remember when I was in that apartment.
"Yaa .. That's it, Buk."
"really? So that friend of yours, is this your boss?" Ara nodded. He doesn't want to lie anymore. "Why did you get here?"
"Again .. want to play."
"A boss is busy, Ara. Not enough time to play. Especially large companies. Even if you have to play, usually for important people. You're just an intern. Why would he want to defend your home in the village?" Mom's instincts are sharp.
It is strange indeed if a boss deliberately visits himself who is an ordinary employee if he does not have a special relationship.
"He's a good man, Mom." Ara answered safely. Mother's forehead shriveled feeling strange.
"Yes, already. Quickly give it to him." Ara immediately went to the living room carrying the cut fruit.
"I think I should come back because you've been a long time" Tristan said excessively.
"How long, sir. It's only been five minutes. Fruit. Mum's the cut." Ara placed a plate filled with fruit on the table.
Suddenly lightning struck. Ara who was still standing closed her eyes for a moment with her suddenly tense body. He was afraid of lightning.
"Nova ..." Tristan stood up and touched Ara's arm. The sound of lightning was heard again. This time it was the rain that fell. "Aren't you okay?" ask Tristan worried. Ara was still silent. "Ara ..." call Tristan shirih. Chief Ara nodded later.
Them ...
"It has. The lightning no longer exists. Let's sit down." Tristan guided Ara's body to sit down. "Are you afraid of lightning?"
"Little." Ara did not want to confess. Tristan smile. After seeing the situation can already be disturbed, the mother appeared.
"Ara, I want to give an umbrella for you at Mr. Manto's house" said the mother.
"Yes Mom." But not until mom came out, you showed up. He looks soaked.
"Why get soaked, sir," said the anxious mother.
"So it's on the road. It was raining, so I could not borrow an umbrella. Just running home." Father telling.
"Yes, already. Come on in and change." Mom bent over to put the doormat right under my father's feet. "Fuck it if you want to come in. Let the floor not get wet." Father nodded.
"Lho, is Tristan still here?" ask me when I walk through the living room.
"Yes." Yeah." Tristan nodded. Ara glances. He wanted to know what Tristan was going to say. You must have asked a lot of things because it was night a male guest had not come home.
"Stay in first. Outside the rain is very heavy. Lightning too. In this area if lightning strikes, it's so dangerous. It's best to stay overnight," said the father making Ara tick.
What?!!
I glanced at Ara and then at Tristan.
"Is that so, sir? Alright." Of course Tristan welcomed him with pleasure. Ara turned to Tristan quickly. The sharp eyes attacked. Tristan shrugged his shoulders faintly. He felt he could do nothing because it was the request of Ara's parents.
Mom's watching.
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