Downloads Mate
Chapter 10

After returning from the office I immediately drove my car to one of the cafes not far from the apartment where I live. Usually I choose to go back to the apartment first to clean up, but it does not seem to have time because the meeting time is so tight. "This is if you miss Magrib's time is far away, ouch, my loss," I complained when the car I was driving was parked well in front of the cafe.

I immediately got out of the car and walked into the cafe, headed straight for the cashier because the system here was a message and paid straight at the cashier. Coffee Latte as my coffee of choice this evening, and I walked towards a middle-aged man whose age might be around Papa's age. Beside him was a young woman, who might just be his daughter.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wongso. Sorry to keep you waiting" I reached out to the man with his big belly who almost popped out from between the buttons of the shirt he was wearing.

"No problem, Miss Divy. My wife and I haven't been here very long, and we also understand that it's time to get home from work" he said with a friendly smile.

But the problem was that I was surprised to learn the fact that the young woman by his side was the wife of this client of mine. I think it was his son, ah, who cares about the devil with the client's personal life. I had nothing to do with this at all, so there was no need to comment much.

"I'm Siska, Miss Divy. Please don't think about me and my husband, yeah. My face does look young, but I am 40 years old" said Mr. Siska, who is the wife of Mr. Wongso.

I was really surprised by this woman in front of me, how could it look like I was in my 20s when my real age was 40? At first I was sure if Mr. Wongso's wife was not so much different age from me, it turned out that the difference was quite far. "God's Masya. Mother ageless really turns out," I said honestly full of admiration to see the beautiful and healthy face of Miss Siska.

"Bu Divy has received an email photo of our villa at the top, right?" ask Mr. Wongso to make sure.

"Already, Sir. I've started sketching, but I'm still waiting for confirmation from you for the details of the desired concept. Because there are some areas that I think are more suitable for los, meaning not too much furniture and ornaments," I said while sticking a tablet from my backpack, opening while showing some sketches that I had prepared last night.

This was my first meeting with Mr. Wongso, I happened to be recommended by his business partner who was already my regular client. Last night we only communicated by email, and Mr. Wongso agreed to the value of the services I set in the invoice and immediately made the payment. So I worked quickly to prepare some sketches for discussion today.

"Where, Mi?" ask Mr. Wongso to his wife while showing me some sketches of my tablet.

Ms. Siska seemed to think for a moment, before finally pointing to one of the concept sketches I mentioned earlier. "Mommy likes this one, Pi. Looks like this is what Miss Divy said, huh?"

"Yes, Miss Siska. So in this room can be used to gather with family or make other events, with a glass door that directly faces the back garden. Later Divy help to choose furniture vendors to fit the concept of villa Mr and Ms Wongso," said I was full of confidence, because before convincing others to convince themselves first.

"Because my wife likes it, we chose this concept only, Miss Divy. About when can we get the final result?" asked Mr. Wongso to return my tablet.

"Maybe another 2 to 3 weeks, sir. In accordance with the queue of other clients, yes, sir," said I gave certainty when the final design of the interior layout of this villa will be submitted.

"Well then. Thank you, Miss Divy. Uh, if you'll know, Miss Divy's married?" asked Ms. Siska who made me choke on the coffee that had just entered my mouth.

It's a hassle to have a Mom client, because they will usually ask personal things like this. I want to be angry, but I can't. Want to reprimand, also feels awkward. Really dilemma. "I'm bucan, ma'am," I replied as I gave a horse a grin.

"Bucans? What'sthat?" tanya Bu Torukan was curious because he did not know the meaning.

"Beautiful bachelor" I replied, laughing softly.

The couple in front of me laughed, and several times shook their heads in disbelief. After that we had a short conversation even though I was just making small talk, while praying that the couple would recommend my work to their colleagues. "See you later, Miss Divy. Think of my offer, yes," said Ms. Siska as she waved and entered her car which was parked right on the side of my car.

So he was planning to set me up with his niece who just came home from London last week. Different beliefs, bother. If I can think of it, but if the difference is that far, I don't have to think twice about rejecting it. Even though I did not voice this thought of mine.

"Alhamdulillah has not passed far from Magrib, this house immediately bathes and prays. Stone's waiting for a call from Adit, feeling like a call girl."

Monologuing is nothing new, and I do it several times a day. Especially in the car I drive to the apartment where I fight every day in a high-stress metropolis. Arriving at the apartment I immediately did what I was supposed to do, and afterwards prepared myself to go down to the lobby. Or rather head to the cafe where Adit and I will meet.

"Oh, eat there. Order a chicken, do not drink coffee. We're changing to Ice Lychee Yakult."

I entered the elevator and pressed the button towards the apartment lobby, while playing my phone where there was one novel reading app that I had just downloaded. Usually I only read comics as entertainment when the job so makes my head almost broke. But the ad continues on my social media homepage, where the story is about a contract marriage between a wealthy CEO and an ordinary girl. Interesting also love life different world, full of conflict usually.

"So I'm willing to buy diamonds and the like for a novel. It's amazing indeed, yes," I muttered with my hand sliding down the phone screen.

The elevator clinked, just when it was in the apartment lobby that managed to make my heart pound. Duh, feel abg who is again kopdar agreement with his cym-cemonya aka gebetan. "Oh, Adit this chat makes more salting," I lamented when reading an incoming message sent by the man I'm about to meet in a few minutes.

Aditya R's. Halindra

Honey, I'm at the cafe. I ordered you a beefy chicken rice, because you haven't eaten yet. I also ordered us Ice Lychee Yakult to be fresh, because you must have had coffee when you met the client.

Uh, what's this? Why anyhow? How can Adit order in what I was thinking? Don't tell me we've been connected without ever connecting bodies before. As an adult, you must understand what I mean, right?