Fly 4
Every time there is Tessa's behavior to pranks her uncle, Narendra. They are only ten years apart, making them close like friends.
This time Tessa asked Naren to treat her to lunch. Unmitigated, Tessa chose a well-known western restaurant whose prices of course were not suitable for the wallets of high school students her age.
"You just know how to bankrupt people," Naren grumbled.
"Ew, don't say that. After all, I'm your dear uncle's nephew, if you don't have me, your life won't be fun!" chuckle Tessa.
"Wrong! In fact, without you, Uncle's wallet becomes prosperous."
Tessa pursed her lips nonchalantly, not wanting her uncle's words to turn her sunny day gray.
After a series of orders that were sufficient for large portions arrived, Tessa started to update her social media status, complete with photos from various angles.
Naren just chuckled at his behavior. Too reluctant to comment on Tessa's quirks would only make him more confused.
"Yay, I immediately got a lot of likes on Instagram," Tessa said happily with her hand that didn't stop holding her phone.
Naren just silently bit his lip. But over time his mouth was itching to comment on his nephew's miraculous behavior.
"When are you going to eat it?! Do you want to wait until the waiter comes back here to clean everything up?" Naren snapped when Tessa didn't eat the food in front of them.
"Patience, it won't be right in a moment!" said Tessa.
Ten minutes later, Tessa kept his phone on the table and smiled satisfied because the photo she wanted to have been obtained.
"Okay let's eat!" She said, clapping her hands.
"No need to clap, is this a birthday lunch?" quipped Naren.
"Ha ha ... It's reflex! I'm happy because finally, I can eat here." Tessa said grinning.
Naren doesn't care about his nephew anymore. He began to eat his lunch in moderation. After all, he has to maintain his ideal weight, and so that his regular workout doesn't go to waste.
"Uncle, do you know that my friend was asked to marry by her mother." Tessa's story.
"That's good, then the child doesn't have a father." Naren's response was fast.
"Ugh, oh my God! What the hell, why do you say that?" Tessa is shocked to hear her Uncle's words.
"Yes, she was asked to get married right?! I agree with her parents."
"Oh, crap, whose child is it? Uncle thought she was pregnant first?"
"Yes, it was you who said earlier, you said the baby must have a father," Naren said without noticing Tessa who roll her eyes.
"That's what Uncle said, I never said anything like that!" Tessa said sullenly.
"Well ok, why are we talking about other people. You better focus your mind on studying, so you can graduate quickly." Naren's advice.
"Even if I study hard, I still graduate with the others, it's impossible to graduate first," Tessa said, sticking her tongue out at Naren.
"Who says? If you're smart, you can join the acceleration class." Said Naren who was ignored by Tessa.
Tessa had almost finished all the food on the table. When it comes to eating, he is already an expert. Forget about body goals, diet, or whatever it is that is usually a consideration for women her age.
"By the way, why are you coming home at that time?"
"Uncle must be curious!" dodged Tessa. Deliberately want to upset Naren.
"You must be skipping, hurry up and eat then go straight home!" Naren groaned annoyed.
"Whoa, Uncle is angry! I'm sorry, after this I still have lessons." Tell Tessa, with a loud burp coming out of her mouth.
"It's very rude to be a girl," Naren grumbled while shaking his head.
"Sori, reflex!" Tessa said chalantly.
"From the beginning, you said reflex and reflex, not creative! Later you fart, must be called reflex too?!" dumbbell Naren, retorts to annoy Tessa.
Tessa, who already understood the nature of her uncle, looked away unconcerned.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it off first. Don't bother telling me to go home, Mom already knows my schedule. Bye Uncle dear, go straight to the office, don't let brother Kevlar ask me, uncle!" Tessa quipped with a playful grin that made Naren glare even more.
"Tsk, she just calls Kevlar brother, even though his age is only a year different from me!" Naren grumbled in his heart.
He left the restaurant after he finished making payments.
"Oh my God, even having two nephews is already very difficult, it makes me horrified to have children." He sighed, walking towards the car while constantly talking to himself.
"Wait, what did she say earlier? Want lessons? It's only 1 o'clock, isn't the lesson in the afternoon? Tsk, it's up to her, not my business!" Naren stopped his steps, then resumed after a few seconds.
Upon his back to the office, Kevlar's secretary tells Naren that Kevlar calls him into his room.
"From where?!" Kevlar asked as soon as Naren entered his room.
"Lunch with Tessa."
Naren chose to sit on the guest sofa, away from Kevlar's desk.
"You don't eat out?" said Naren, asked his friend back.
Kevlar shook his head.
"I asked Mirna to order delivery food." Tell him.
"Where has the ReMain project gone?!" Kevlar continued, shifting to sit across from Naren.
"The supply of raw materials for the craftsmen will arrive in two days. But the production process has already started to meet the three-week deadline in the first period given by ReMain."
"Are our craftsmen able to do it on time? The amount of furniture ordered is very large, I'm afraid they will be overwhelmed by the order." Kevlar chuck.
"It's enough, all of our craftsmen can produce 5 sets per person in a week. And we have more than fifty master craftsmen. but to avoid an unwanted collapse, I also recruited some craftsmen from Jepara and Cirebon to help our craftsmen."
"Nice, but make sure they work to our mark."
"Yup, I recruit them two weeks before the production begins, so they have time to learn how the work of our craftsmen. And I see them can keep it well." Says Naren.
"Thank God everything is under control. Okay, you can go back to your room." Kevlar replied, returning to his desk.
"Okay, I'll be back first. By the way, I'm glad you've moved on from your problem. Does that mean everything is okay?"
"Not yet, I'm Just trying to keep alive."
Naren looked at Kevlar with a view of the question, but Kevlar asked him to get out soon.
Kevlar spends the rest of the time checking various reports. When it was 30 minutes past 3, Kevlar got up from his chair and approached the window next to his desk. He was already prepared to go down if the object he was waiting for stood across the street.
The activity he just realized has been doing for some time. It seemed that from now on there wouldn't be a day where he would miss doing it, standing by the window and looking at the face that became his obsession.
But there is a strange thing.
Ten minutes passed, and there was not a single student in the white uniform with the yellow plaid bottom that became the hallmark of the school in front of him.
"Could it be that the return time has been pushed back?" wondered Kevlar.
Although doubtful Kevlar believes in the possibility. Unfortunately, until his office hours ended, Kevlar did not see the children walking or riding vehicles out of the school gates. Including the girl, he was waiting for.
Looks like now is not the time for him to meet that girl.