My friend, the Destroyer of my Life!
Shaqilla

Nana looked towards Qilla with a frown.

"Why are you smiling?" asked Nana curiously.

"Ck, it was me who brought food to him" replied Qilla chuckling.

Nana was dumbfounded and she joined in smiling amusedly, then they returned to eating because of the time of rest that is increasingly thinning.

When they are finished, they go back to work.

Qilla returned to serve some of the guests there.

"Mbak" call the buyer.

Qilla who happened to be called immediately turned his head and immediately approached the buyer.

"Yes, please, here's the menu book" said Qilla politely.

The mother smiled and chose her food.

"Son, can you accompany me here first? You're still waiting for your son?" ask the mother.

"Alright ma'am, but I stand yes" replied Qilla kindly.

"Jas" resigned the mother with a sigh.

"Whose name are you?" ask the mother.

" Shaqilla, Mom. But more familiarly called Qilla" Qilla replied smilingly.

"Call me Miss Ika" said Ms. Ika with a smile.

Then they went back to chatting with her around, even the mother was very happy to talk to Qilla.

"Momm" called a man who had just arrived.

Mom turned and smiled.

"You just arrived? Mommy has forgotten that she is waiting for you" said Ms. Ika relaxed.

"This Ahh is Mother's Son, his name is Zayn Saputra" Bu Ika told Qilla.

Qilla just smiled and nodded her head, then she gave back the food menu.

As for Zayn, he was still staring at Qilla with a difficult look.

"Please what do you want to order?" ask Qilla politely.

Zayn immediately turned his gaze on the menu book when he woke up from his daydream.

Afterwards, Miss Ika and Zayn ordered their food.

"Please wait, Madam, sir" said Qilla, bowing politely.

Then Qilla said goodbye and left from there.

"Hmmm" replied Zayn cuek.

"Ck, you're always just like that" upset Miss Ika.

Then Ms. Ika immediately turned her gaze in the other direction, she was a little annoyed at her Son.

"It's Mom, don't get upset so ah" Zayn gently persuaded.

"Hmmmmmm" replied Bu Ika flatly.

"Ck, let's continue the story" said Zayn

"It's not willing, anyways the people are heading here" replied Miss Ika.

Before long, Qilla came up with some food in her tray.

Then he arranged the food on the table Bu Ija.

"Please Madam, Sir" said Qilla politely.

"Thank you, son" Miss Ika replied.

Qilla just nodded her head and left from there.

He will be ready to go home because his working hours are running out.

The restaurant is indeed an average college boy who works, so there is divided into three shifs.

Nana and Qilla go straight to the dressing room, there are already friends who will replace the shif.

"Udah on dateng" said Nana

"Well, are you going home?" ask her friend

"Heemm, you're tired hehe" replied Qilla chuckling.

Then they both smiled and changed clothes so that not long.

Qilla and Nana just went home because they were very tired.

"Ck, so tired today" grumbled Qilla by hugging Nana who was propelling her motorcycle.

"His name also works, Qill. You're good even choose hard" kekeh Nana by patting Qilla's hand on her stomach.

Qilla only snatched away her annoyance, then she again leaned her head on Nana's shoulder.

While at the Restaurant, Bu Ika looked for Qilla and when she found out that she had come home, the look on Bu Ika's face immediately sad.

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