(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile
Section 39
The mansion was once again deserted, leaving only Mr. Arya and his wife and the servants. Caesar held a thanksgiving event with Eva in his office, that day all employees were removed from work.
"Have you met Cempaka yet?" ask Mr. Arya to his wife.
"Treid?" Lisa frowned, remembering the name that had once stopped in her memory.
"Well, the girl you just kicked out of the chair" replied Mr. Arya explaining.
Lisa's mouth is rounded when remembering who Cempaka is.
"He's Arjuna's wife. What's up?" She looked at her husband in wonder, why ask about the girl.
"Arjuna's wife?" Mr. Arya repeated confusedly, Yudi said he was Eva's personal servant. Now Lisa says she's Arjuna's wife.
"Well, right. They brought her to this house to help Eva. Especially now that she is pregnant, it certainly needs the help of someone who can pay attention to her," Lisa said.
Mr. Arya was amazed, he saw more Cempaka's closeness to Caesar than Arjuna because even though he never saw their togetherness. However, for the sake of the investigation he was conducting, master Arya nodded her head.
"Oh, so so. I thought she was Eva's personal servant, Arjuna's wife." Mr. Arya mangosteen understood.
"Why indeed? Do you talk to him often?" search for Lisa while looking at her husband's face.
"Just once, it's because I just saw it. Yudi said that she was Eva's personal servant." Mr. Arya smiled as he looked at the wife's face.
"I heard that she only stayed here for a short time, after which Arjuna would bring her back" Lisa told her husband.
The two of them kept talking about everything to pass the time.
"Honey. I need money, there's something I need to do with my new business. You know, no, nowadays business competition is so intense. I don't want to be left behind. Can you give me some extra capital?" rayu Lisa while kneading her husband's arm.
Mr. Arya glanced, last month he had given additional capital to Lisa's business. However, not once did the woman show him about the business he was in.
"Didn't I give you extra capital last month? What else do you need for your business?" investigating Mr. Arya held back so that his suspicions were unknown to Lisa.
"That's me adding to the building, now I want to fill that empty building with the stuff I'm going to sell. This business is profitable, I'm sure. You won't feel the loss anyway." Lisa laughed crisply, wooing master Arya is not difficult. Be an obedient wife and stay at home, then whatever you ask her to give.
Mr. Arya sighed, he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Then, type a number of numbers to be sent to the account number of the wife.
"I sent it, you check it. Remember, if the business doesn't bring you profit, then leave it." Mr. Arya advised because not once had he heard Lisa's report about the benefits of his business.
"Yes, you calm down. Thank you very much, yes." Lisa kissed Mr. Arya's cheek. He stood up from his seat ready to leave.
"If so I go first, yes. I'll come back here again. Take care of your health and don't forget to take the medicine." Lisa kisses Mr. Arya on the cheek again before leaving Caesar's house.
The older man sighed, the more Lisa's attitude came to be seen just using it. It seems like lord Arya should plan something just in case at a later date. He called his secretary and asked to meet.
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A small party was held with a variety of food in the field that Caesar deliberately prepared. His lips smiled, but his heart ached when he remembered Cempaka who should have been in Eva's position.
However, her marriage to Cempaka was a secret, no one knew other than them and the servants in Caesar's house.
"Thank you." Eva smiled happily, looking gurat of happiness on her face. I can't wait to be the owner of this building.
"You're getting younger, madam. Is this the aura of the Baby Jabang?" chirps one of the female employees praised Eva's never-fading beauty.
"Ah, you could." Eva smiled shyly, but inwardly she praised herself. Like the angels, her beauty is eternal.
"Thank you for the party, Mr. Madam." They congratulated the couple. After three years of marriage, they finally heard the good news.
"Happy today, tomorrow you must return to your work!" exclaim Caesar.
They cheered, at least one day that they didn't have to do the job. Take a break from the numbers that keep circling as well as the letters that dance in the fertilizer. Everyone looks happy.
While elsewhere, Cempaka with the help of Lucy is tidying up their new residence. Organize the entire house to look neater and pleasing to the eye. Sweeping, mopping, cleaning anything before they actually occupy.
"Miss, you better rest. Let me finish it all" said Lucy felt sorry for her employer.
Besides, Cempaka is tired. Sweat filled his face, while sighing shortly because of fatigue.
"If so, please, yes. My stomach is a little nauseous" said Cempaka as he put the cleaning tools in place. He sat down on the sofa, unwinded, staring at the courtyard of the house from a lonely-looking window.
"Lucy, why is it so quiet here? Doesn't anyone live here?" tanya Cempaka did not take his eyes off the terrace of the house that was empty.
"Yes, Miss. Because residents in this complex they are rarely at home. Only at night will they fill the house, the rest they spend outside" Lucy replied to Cempaka.
"Then, their children? Are there no children here?" Cempaka again asked, this time turning his face to Lucy.
"They went to school, after which their nannies didn't allow them to play outside."
Cempaka mangut-mangut understand, the complex is not much different from the housing complex inhabited by Caesar. Equally quiet, among the neighbors do not know each other.
"Mmc ... Lucy! I want that. Can you buy it for me?" Cempaka exclaimed as a merchant passed by his yard.
Lucy has just finished work, hastily receives money from Cempaka and runs out of the house. A fruit and vegetable seller who coincidentally drove around the complex.
Cempaka impatient, his saliva continues to gather under the tongue want to immediately taste the rujak.
"Eat with me. It'll taste better when we eat it together."
Both look increasingly familiar, in the house there are no burdensome rules. They are the owners, there are no servants and no employers. Cempaka wants them to be like friends who don't use each other.
