His Name

"Which, about Good. No need to tanggepin ya. He does," Nosa said while driving slowly. The roads that start to experience congestion in the afternoon make the car can not walk a little faster.

Kaylila frowned, astonished. "What's wrong, Mas? Mr. Bagus is mediocre, really. What we're talking about is mediocre."

"Yes, no papa anyway. You're just careful," Nosa said slowly.

"How strange is it, anyway? Mr. Bagus is a childhood friend, how mas like not believe it with him? Don't- Don't... Kaylila hangs her word. 

"Don't do anything. There's nothing. Cook strange if the husband asks his wife to take care of the heart?" excused Nosa.

"Yes, it's not wrong. But if the same friend himself is strange, Mas." replied Kaylila. 

Nosa shrugged her shoulder, ignoring Kaylila's words recently. Although Kaylila's statement has calmed her down a little, her little heart says otherwise. He doesn't trust Bagus, not Kaylila.