The End of the Wing Miss
The Fate of the Hungry Bujang

Kei, who was conducting a virtual meeting with business colleagues Noghoghi Holding, stopped the meeting for a moment after Andrian the assistant said that the grandmother of Sharifah was on the phone line.

Kei welcomed the handle of the telelon Andrian gave after sighing to set his tone.

"Again, Grandma."

"Morning! Morning! Assalamualaikum! My parents have always taught me, when they meet, say hello, not say morning at night! You're like a kid who can't teach!"

Kei shook his head. Several times he took a long breath.

Hajjah Syarifah bint Haji Ismail. Grandma who if talking to him always with a shrill voice. Huge, if said Jakarta child!

But it was only with this grandmother that Kei could never get angry.

He always dies when faced with his grandmother. It's like he doesn't know how to get angry.

"Hey, why shut up ...! You're still there, aren't you? Didn't say hello, didn't say ...!"

"Yes, grandma. Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Kei still stays here. Grandma cam where are you? Don't be angry, get old soon ... It's still morning ..." Kei further lowered his tone of voice.

"Will be old soon? Hey, little boy! I am very old. Almost eighty is my age! What kind of older you want me to be, huh?!"

"Agot!" Kei scratched his non-itchy head.

Andrian, who had been in Kei's study, was still silent.

Kei, who was holding his nerves, threw Andrian with a small notebook on his desk.

Andrian bent his tall body first, so that the object only hit the air.

"Yes, Grandma. Kei's sorry, huh? But Kei is no longer a small slave. Great granddaughter, Grandma. I can make a child small." Kei laughed to himself with his last sentence.

"Hey, little boy! How dare you say that, Grandma?! Not polite, you know!"

Ow hell! My fault again! Kei again scratched, this time his nape.

"Okay .. okay, dear grandma. Double sorry, ye ... Please forgive Kei the small slave, this ..."

Kei smiled to himself. Many times he shook his head. It had been fifteen minutes, but there had been no play points from their talk.

"All right, dear grandmother ... Grandma called Kei early in the morning for missing out so much on this little handsome boy, right?"

"Handsome ... Ishh, Mamat's a narcissist!"

"Narcissistic? Since when does the vocabulary of children in Jakarta stuck in the head of the grandmother?"

"I'm calling, you want a mintak, please?"

"ask for help? *Okay, what can I do in for you*, Grandma?"

"Ah, there's no need to talk like a pale skin person, tuh!"

"Okay ... uh, yes grandma?" Kei patted his mouth a few times.

"Grandma want you to deliver granny fish bilis weekend, nih. A lot of it, ye ..."

"Huh? Bilis fish? Oh, sh-hiitt!"

Why the bilis fish? The object reminded him of the incident three days ago when they hunted fish bilis in several malls in Jakarta.

I don't know why he wants to eat the fish. Though he knows for sure, it is rather difficult to get this type of fish.

He remembered when he was a child, Ken and Kak Ifah could often eat fish bilis because it was always loved by Father Zain and Mother Colored who got delivery from their family in Batusangkar, Batusangkar, West Sumatera there.

How not to get upset? Naya's analogy of deliberately succumbing to one of her ART because she felt she didn't need the fish so much inexplicably made her so angry.

Somehow he felt overwhelmed by the parable. He felt that Naya wanted to say that she did not need a Kei Hasan.

Even calmly, Naya said that she could still get her change elsewhere.

Get it elsewhere ... S-hiit! What all that figure?! Bullsh-hiitts!

Want to replace Kei with someone else?! Don't dream! A Kei Hasan would never give up his possessions to anyone else!

"Hey, little boy. Why silence again? You still said that, didn't you?!"

The screams of Sharifah's grandmother shocked Kei. His ears were ringing for a moment. Kei instantly distanced the phone.

"Yes, grandma. Kai listen, this is ... Okay, Kei will ask Putra to deliver the fish to grandma's place. Best, right?"

"No! I want you to deliver the fish. Not the Son! That kid, I've seen him days, too!"

"Hc ... Ha ... Ha ... Why didn't you say that from earlier? Kei, my handsome grandson ... I miss you so much ... Please come and visit me, soon. Ha ... Ha ... Ha ..."

Kei laughed out loud. He had forgotten his frustration these few days.

Andrian who heard Kei laugh, shook his head. He knew that not much could make a smile let alone a laugh at Kei Hasan.

Andrian, Kei's distant cousin, has been with him for years. He knows how the ups and downs of the life of the second son of Tan Sri Abdul Hamid.

Kei Hasan, a hard man in the principles of life. When he has felt neglected, abstain for him to pray, ask for, even to his parents!

And that's what happened in the dark years of Kei's life.

Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah, considered Kei as an ungodly child, not knowing remuneration. Just embarrass the family. As for a Kei Hasan, his parents were like broken scales, one-sided.

But Andrian believes that what happened was just a miss communication that caused the misunderstanding between the child and the parents.

Not without advice, Andrian has several times tried to convince Kei to want to "go back" to his extended family. But the answer was simply Kei's murderous gaze for him without a word.

"Yes, good Grandma. Kei's gonna deliver the fish to Grandma this weekend. Patience is yes ... There's another one, isn't there?"

Andrian awoke from the return of his mind when he heard the voice of Kei who was still talking to the grandmother of Sharifah.

"No! Uh, yes ... Please convey to the weathered bujang in front of you, when to propose girls people. Don't get busy with work .. work .. je!"

Kei was back to hearing his grandmother's words. He who had deliberately activated the phone speaker from earlier glanced at Andrian who was also staring at him.

The tall assistant looked at Kei sharply, rolling his eyeballs. He did not think, how could the grandmother of Sharifah know that he was in front of Kei now.

"Bye, Grandma. Dah heard the weathered bujang, too. Ha ... ha .. ha...!"

Andrian immediately grabbed the notebook he had avoided from Kei's throw.

But his intention to throw Kei with the notebook did not work because Kei first threw it back with a pen.

And this time, Andrian did not have time to dodge. The pen was right about his forehead. Grimacing, he turned to leave Kei by closing the door of the room.

Bra!!!

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To be continued