Fisya was afraid of a young Lord named Airrangga, afraid of being scolded for accidentally touching him.
But the Lord of Airrangga looked upon him with an unusual gaze.
And by that time, the Lord Airrangga had made himself erect again. After nearly falling on a slip.
It was as though heat and cold covered his physical body at the time. Especially on the limbs, as if Fisya were in front of the most hideous creature.
"Good thing I'm not carrying water. If not, you will have to change your clothes because of the flooding water. And the cup will shatter instantly, just as I catch your hand quickly!"
Fisya smiled and didn't dare look at Lord Airrangga, because Fisya knew it by accident.
Fisya didn't see the street, as she walked down the aisle of the restaurant, which led to the bathroom.
"What are you doing here?"
Fisya at that time wondered what Fisya should answer.
Looking into the eyes of the young master named Airrangga who looked at him, as if Fisya must have forgotten where he went in the first place.
Especially when the Fisya gaze turned to the appearance of the young master of Airrangga wearing the green shirt of salted egg. And the handsome face of Lord Airrangga with his most alluring hairstyle. It made Fisya not turn away.
"Hmm. I, uh, was on my way to the bathroom."
"Oh, you're going to go to the bathroom? After the hall you turn right for the ladies' room, because it's on the left of the men's room." Fisya actually didn't know which bathroom it was at the time, because the restaurant owner just asked him to go down the hall. Turn right down the hall.
"Oh, like that? Thank you."
Fisya felt like rushing out, because it was a quiet hallway. And silent lurch.
Fisya didn't dare approach the young Lord of airrangga that day. Especially, the Fisya never met the Airrangga Lord at all.
Fisya is afraid that young Lord Airrangga will do strange things.
"What's your name?"
The young master of Airrangga asked Fisya. Just before the Fisya steps went further.
What should be the Fisya answer? Do I have to be honest with you, but if I tell you the truth what's wrong with me?
"Fisya, my name, Sir."
Fisya looked down at Lord airrangga with his eyes closed.
"Oh, fisya. What's your full name?"
"Miss Fisya Putri Destiana Reisya. But my nickname is Fisya, Sir. But if you want to call me something else, it's up to you."
"May I call you, Putri?"
At that time fisya just nodded. Then Fisya said goodbye to go to the bathroom.
"Up to you, mister. I have to go to the bathroom immediately."
"Hmm, sure yes, please!"
It was still shaking physically.
Fisya palms are so cold all the time.
"What do I look like?"
Habit, when it comes to fisya boys don't know why Fisya should always feel that way. But when fisya met the young master of Airrangga that day, it was different when I met another man.
After going to the bathroom at that moment, Fisya went straight back to the table where mama had dinner, papa and his sister lily enjoyed a meal.
Fisya saw the visitors busy preparing the food and drink ordered by those who grew up. Many seem to be interested in eating at this restaurant.
I thought it was food at the restaurant. But it turns out that some of the food houses also serve special drinks. It's like a local brew.
At that moment his physical mind must drift everywhere.
Drifting into a hallway, as he ran over the young Lord Airrangga from the east.
Fisya wanted to smile on her own again, considering the small width of young master Airrangga's eyes as if they were still drawn so clearly.
Even the faint smile of young master airrangga as if nothing would fade.
Fisya don't know whether the young boss is cool or not, but the physiya look. His appearance was quite different from the others.
Fisya also just learned his name, when the young Lord Airrangga approached the fiaya family's table. Just when Fisya started eating that home-style meal right in front of her.
Lord syahir the papa Fisya was instantly surprised when a man came to the table unexpectedly and gave him a business card.
Like in confection, has he been working?
The physical heart expands all questions.
"Assalamu'alaikumualaikum Ladies and gentlemen."
Fisya stopped at the time, though his food was still plenty plenty while papa, mama and her sister Lila were running out.
"This man, why come here?"
Fisya was like stricken with so many questions in her heart
"What, this is textbook You got something to say? I'm sure this, Sir, is not going to say about how I almost fell for it."
Then fisya was left wondering, and then fisya was left wondering, just like dad and mom and Lila were her sister.
Which is because suddenly someone wants to grab their own table and it's not one of our little family.
"Wa 'alaikumsalam."
Lord Syahir looked instantly at the young master of airrangga with a look on his face.
While nybass was tiara, Fisya and her sister Lila just stood there and stared at the young master of airrangga who had passed out last time.
"Introduce my name, Airrangga. From the city of drasinim. Want to introduce my business. If you'd like to join us. Here's my card!"
Lord syahir was given a nametag.
"No, I didn't think it was working that time. And he was the age of a college boy by his face twenty-one years old. But at work it's obvious she's older than that. Probably about twenty-four." the Fisya said in the heart.
Fisya was so revolting that Sir Airrangga had worked.
"You're in the business of private English?"
Fisya was surprised to hear her father's question.
It seems that someone named young master Airrangga is a hard-working man. But not necessarily, does the young master of airrangga teach? Or how?
The young Lord airrangga was nodding, giving a slight smile to the Lord Syahir.
"It just so happened that our children had no one to teach us English. So you'll have private, okay?"
The young master of Airrangga seemed to be a very confident man, taking a long time to make eye contact with Lord Syahir. But if fisya had not been there even two minutes, then eye contact with people who never Fisya themselves had not been brave at all.
"Yes, Sir, only English classes are available. Depends on which one. If you want a private one, be my guest!"
The explanation is brief and unmistakable.
Lord Syahir could only nod in amazement over and over.
"If a private fee comes from gas to a home that wants a private building, there will be two. But if it was just material, it would be my classroom. So you will pay only material for her English!"
"How much will it cost a month for your English content?"
Young master Airrangga without thinking directly can answer, perhaps everything is prepared.
How not to be nervous about other people, when it comes to the world of his personal business.
"When I am in general, Sir, one and a half hours with three face-to-face times is worth a hundred thousand for one child!"
"Is it time to pick what you have scheduled?"
"I have it scheduled, so the children will just go to my class the time I set!"
Fisya remembered all the questions between papa and the answers from Lord Airrangga.
"What was that Lord airrangga looking for me, asking for a private audience? Instead of the time, dad asked for mrivat, by coming home. But I'm really not ready for tuitions today. The next week won't do?
