Stalker

A few minutes later came Haris. His face seemed hardened, something was bothering him. His move hastily approached Kaylila.

"Ma'am it's okay?"

"I'm fine. Actually, you don't have to come, Mas. I don't want to bother." 

"Don't say that, Ma'am. Although ya are fine, but it will not be okay for Mas Nosa."

"Oh yes, Mas. Meet my workmates."

"Yes, Della isn't she?"

Haris extends his hand to Della. While Della was in a quandary, how could the man know her when she had just met.

"Don't be surprised, ma'am. Mas Haris used to do this."

Kaylila tries to calm Della's confused mind.

"Ma'am, you should just go home. Let me take care of it here. Soon Romi will also come help me. For the pictures please send them to me, ma'am."

Hesitant to answer what, Kaylila sculpted.