Fly 7

Kevlar arrived at his house feeling extremely tired. Today's incident taught him to be more careful when driving.

The tiredness forced him to immediately lie down in his room. But the state of his dirty body made him think twice about doing it. Finally, with the remaining energy, he decided to refresh his body with a warm bath.

Under the shower Kevlar let the water drip through her pores. The warmth seeps into the skin, making the blood flow smoothly. And as if it had been charged, its energy was restored in an instant.

"Quitta ..." he sighed involuntarily between the gurgling water.

The image of the girl came to his mind. Even though they just knew each other, Kevlar already felt familiar with the girl. The girl he always saw at 3:30, when the school was over.

Half an hour passed Kevlar finished his bathing ritual. The feeling of freshness makes his mind light.

Missed calls from several numbers were ignored by him. They'll call him again later, he thought. And sure enough, less than ten minutes later, a familiar number called him back.

After talking for half an hour with his father, Kevlar lay down on the sofa near the balcony of the room. Drowsiness began to fall when the cold that came from the air conditioner in his room mingled with the cool night breeze that blew from the sidelines of the ventilation holes.

The same drowsiness he had a few hours ago made him bump into someone, he felt again. It didn't take long, Kevlar was in dreamland.

***

Kevlar woke up before the alarm he set went off. The sky was still dark, a sign that dawn had not yet moved. At the bottom of the house, activity might have started a few minutes ago. racing against time, preparing breakfast for everyone in the house, and making sure that all housework is not missed.

Early in the morning, Kevlar had left for his office, after finishing the breakfast which he only ate a little, just a condition so that his body was ready to be invited to do activities.

"Morning Mr. Kevlar." Said one of the employees who passed Kevlar in the parking lot.

"Morning." Kevlar replied with a smile.

Not many people came to the office this early. Kevlar didn't mind it because he was the one who came too early. Even the office boy, who was cleaning the office area, had not finished doing his job. because according to the SOP, a janitor must finish cleaning the office area a maximum of half an hour before staff entry time.

Almost one hour later, there was a knock on his door. Kevlar who was reading the newspaper in his chair looked at his wrist, at 9 o'clock.

"Bro, I thought it would be a lie if you came earlier! That's annoying!" said Naren while entering the Kevlar room.

"I want to set an example for all, to arrive on time." Kevlar replied, cool. He tossed aside the newspaper he had been reading, then turned to some of the files on the desk that his secretary had just sent him.

"Well, what a great effort!" said Naren, nodding his head.

"Anyway, I don't see your favorite car below? Does that include an effort to show a hedon lifestyle, by changing expensive cars?!" Naren quipped, remembering the most flashy car bearing the horse logo that his best friend knew.

That car, as well as one other car, was the kind of vehicle that Kevlar never used to get to work. That's why Naren was surprised.

Kevlar glared at Naren fiercely. While his interlocutor just giggled, satisfied that Kevlar was provoked by his words.

"Yesterday I hit a motorbike." Tell Kevlar.

"What?? Really?! Where?! How come, you're not an amateur anymore Kev!" asked Naren, moving over to Kevlar at his desk.

"On Guru Muda street, in front of the ice cream shop."

"Then why did you get hit, what about the victim, was it seriously injured?!"

"Thankfully there were no serious injuries. The motorbike was also only slightly damaged in several parts." Tell Kevlar.

"And why did you get hit?!" said Naren, impatient.

"Lack of sleep," Kevlar replied, briefly.

"You mean sleepy?! Damned!" Curse Naren to which Kevlar responded with a nod.

Naren gets closer to Kevlar and forces him to look at each other.

"Look at me! I know your problem with Alea is too heavy, but don't let it affect your focus. Especially when you're on the road, it's dangerous, men!"

Kevlar stopped his work, then flicked Naren's nose with the ballpoint he was holding, making Naren moan softly.

"Did you hear what I say? I said I was sleepy, not unfocused! Especially because of Alea's problem, that's too unreasonable!" Swear Kevlar.

"If you know you're sleepy, why don't you ask me to accompany you? Or ask Mr. Mur to drive, do you want to die?" Naren replied.

"Yeah, I know I made a mistake!"

"But it's not like you usually don't get enough sleep? Are you thinking about Alea's problem or something else?" Naren said as if asking himself.

Kevlar didn't respond anymore. He asks Naren to come out of his room with the excuse of going to work.

By noon, his secretary told him that someone from the repair shop had delivered the motorbike downstairs. Without further ado, Kevlar immediately went downstairs and found Quitta's motorbike had been repaired.

Without waiting long, Kevlar immediately told the number he called yesterday and asked about the address to deliver the motorbike.

Never got a reply, Kevlar also called the number.

"Hello, Quitta?" Said Kevlar.

"No, I'm Farah. Wait a minute, this is the one that hit her yesterday, right?" Farah glanced briefly at her cellphone screen to make sure the caller was.

Kevlar nodded but realized that his interlocutor wouldn't see it.

"Yes, that's right." Reply him.

There was a moment's pause before another voice sounded on the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"Huh, yes Quitta?!"

"No, I'm her friend."

Kevlar frowned, wondering how many more of his friends were going to talk before he could hear the girl's voice.

"Where's Quitta?" he asked directly.

"She's at home, still on leave to recuperate."

"Then, where was your friend earlier?"

"That one earlier? Farah? Oh, she needed to pee ,,, "

Kevlar cursed in his heart, if she really can't answer the call why should the call be picked up.

"I'm Kevlar. The one yesterday hit your friend's motorbike." Kevlar said.

"Yes, how's the motorbike?"

"It's been repaired, I want to deliver it. Can I have your friend's number?"

"Uh ... Let me take it, what's the address?

"Huh? let me just deliver. Can you send your friend's address or I'll ask for her cell phone number, so I'll call your friend directly." Kevlar replied adamantly.

"It's okay, Quitta asked me to take the motorbike. Just tell me where your address is."

Kevlar was forced to give the address. His hopes of seeing Quitta again seemed to be dashed.

"Is this your address?" asked the girl on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, that's my office address. Is it too far from yours? Then let me deliver it directly to your friend's address."

"Rather, this is too close. Ha ha ha…"

"Hello? What's your address?

"Not far, it's just across from your office!"

Kevlar just remembered that Quitta did go to school across from his office. He doesn't know what he was thinking to forget that Important fact.

"Oh yes, that's right! Then, please come to my office later to pick up the motorbike." Kevlar said unenthusiastically.

"But wait! Your voice sounds familiar, do you know me?"

"Huh? You? Who are you?"

"What's your name?" The girl asked back.

"Kevlar."

"Brother Kevlar? Brother Kev, who is Uncle Naren's friend, right?"

"Yes. You ... Tessa?"

"Yes! Oh my gosh... It turns out that it's you, Brother Kevlar! Stupid me didn't notice from the start."

"Me too." Kevlar replied.

They both laughed together until Farah came out of the toilet and approached Tessa in surprise.