A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 23

Mas Ragil looked strange, he forced me to drive, did he hear my prayers last night in the second room.

I designed the room for my workplace.

I reasoned that while I was making a matter for my students at school did not interfere with his rest.

While there, I often write my life story and pour out all my feelings. Like today there were many unexpected events that made me quite worried.

I always want to look my best, I want to be known as a near-perfect woman.

I love it when people judge me like that and I'll keep that title.

I felt nervous when Mas Ragil said he wanted to occasionally pay attention to me, it seemed like he was lacking attention due to his busyness.

Though I felt no problem, but because I did not want him to know my heart, I had to brag by saying that I was afraid to turn into spoiled.

Huweek, I want to puke hearing my own words. It was long tiring to also behave like this in front of my husband.

When we reached the parking lot of the teachers and staff, I saw the face of mas Ragil look sad.

Then he said as if embarrassed by the condition of his car unlike the teachers in my foundation.

Even though Azam did not have a car, the man even prefers to use the vehicle Online.

Just coming down, suddenly Ms. Asri greeted us. I looked at the sparkling gaze of the woman not so far from me when I saw my husband.

Somehow there was a feeling of annoyance, so I deliberately invited him in, especially when Ms. Asri said that I was sought by Mas Azam.

"Suami Bu Hulya, so handsome! Ah lucky, you guys are so compatible, beautiful and handsome," he said passionately.

Yes I do know my husband is handsome, but when praised by others there is a feeling of annoyance as well.

"Make him marry Ms. Asri," my ambars all mocked him.

"Huh! I also want to marry Bu Hulya, there is no soul mate, Mr. Azam is too Friendly, so it is difficult to guess he is mah! Don't you think Mr Azam has a girlfriend?" bu Asri seemed to think.

"I don't think, because he never talked about women," I'm sure.

"It looks like Mr. Azam deket with Bu Hulya, match me with Mr. Azam Bu," pinta Bu Asri who irritated me.

"Sorry Mom, I have to go to Mr. Azam's room, but I said he was looking for me, right?" my elak wants to get away from her.

The room of teachers or school staff women and men separated, in one room, we are separated again with cubicles as a barrier to our work.

"Pal Azam looking for me?" ask me after knocking on the boys' workroom.

"Ah, Miss Hulya has arrived? We're talking in the canteen!" bring him.

I just nodded then followed her to a cafeteria.

"What kind of coffee do you want?" bargained for.

"Alright sir" I replied smiling.

He ordered a coffee latte as usual. I have memorized everything he likes.

"What do you need, sir?" manya curious.

If in the scope of the school, then I get used to calling him Sir, because the call 'Mas' will be considered disrespectful.

"I got a reprimand from Mr. Zhafran Bu" he was weak.

Ah yes, Mas Zhafran often complained about Azam's behavior that he thought was not worthy of being accepted at this school.

Azam currently works as a Staff because he is not a graduate of the education department. Although Azam and I used to be one university, but we are different vocational.

Though I think the task is not so difficult but somehow he is always hit by reprimand.

"What's wrong, sir?" manya curious.

"Sir Zhafran asked me to make a list of activities for the upcoming three-month social service following his budget, but after I made Mr. Zhafran refused and felt what I was doing was too monotonous like a social service already," he complained.

"Why did Mr. Azam not make a new activity, indeed Mr. Zhafran did not give input what is it?" my many.

He sighed, "yes he gave input, I tried to make it but the right budget adjusted he felt less fitting, I was so confused Mom," he explained.

"What can I do for you sir?" ask me because I don't know what else to say.

"Emc ... What if you ask what kind of social service expected Mr. Zhafran. How much money he expected. Because I feel that what I do is always wrong" he lamented.

I clenched my hands, did Mas Zhafran really do that to Mas Azam? If so, it is outrageous to do so in Zhafran.

"Well, I'll ask, yes" I said to calm the lover.

Unfortunately I could not meet Mas Zhafran because he was in a meeting in our city education department.

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Coming home, I feel very happy, because I can go home with Mas Azam even though I have to use the vehicle Online.

A lot of things we talked about, I felt that this self was more special than other women close to him, because only with me did Azam look more open and honest.

"I'm sorry Mas Azam, I can't offer to stop by, because mas Ragil hasn't come home yet" I replied.

"Ah no papa Hulya, send greetings to your husband yes," he said then the car again walked away from my residence.

My heart is very carefree, even I deliberately cooked a special meal for my husband, because of my happy feelings.

I was surprised when suddenly Mas Ragil's voice was behind me. Fortunately, I have not mentioned Azam's name since.

During this time Mas Ragil never complained about the cuisine that I cooked, nor did I ever ask what food in his tribe.

Anyway, the food that Mas Azam likes, I will definitely serve it for him.

Counting learning, who knows if we are together later, I am already proficient with the taste of the cuisine.

Suddenly Mas Ragil invited me to play at abi and umi's house. I actually do not like it, because I do not want to return to be demanded to have children and also be required to forget Azam.

After telling Abi the truth about Azam, Umi always terrorized me not to get too close to the man and I had to bury my feelings on him.

They are outrageous, no one wants to understand me and my feelings. It's really sad, but there's nothing I can do to answer them.

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Umi greeted us with joy upon seeing our arrival.

Mas Ragil immediately came to my two sons, while I was upset because of the temptation of Mbak Zahra who interrupts me about momongan.

Before long Umi invited me to cook in the kitchen, I was sure I would return to his lecture. But I still follow his footsteps.

Sure enough, they cornered me because I was still meeting someone I loved.

Panic was highlighted from Mbak Zahra's gaze as he gave me the code by moving his eyes towards my back.

It turns out that there are mas Ragil and also Mas Zhafran, their distance is quite far apart.

Did he hear our conversation? Thought scared.

Don't let us part ways because of my fault. My good name and my family must be clean, if there must be something to blame and sacrifice, I think it is the responsibility of Mas Ragil.

I'm happy because it seems like Mas Ragil always sided with me, he even defended me when Abi asked us for our honeymoon.

There was a debate until I unconsciously let out a loud enough sound on abi.

Bang Zhafran reprimanded me quite loudly, I was forced to apologize and return to the gentle Hulya.

Later that night, when I thought Ragil would ask for his right, I was wrong, he was just watching me.

I feel like there's something he's hiding. His eyes were radiating confusion.

Is he starting to get suspicious of my attitude? I have to be careful in my attitude, lest my intention of destroying it will turn to me.

After I made sure Mas Ragil was asleep, I went to Abi's study. I'm sure there is also Mas Zhafran because they usually discuss foundation matters at night like this.

"Come, Mas Zhafran can Hulya come in?" I said after knocking on the door.

After hearing the words from within, I hurried to open the door and approached these two people I loved so much.

"What's Hulya?" abi asked after opening her glasses and looking at me.

I sat on the sofa that was close to Abi's desk.

"I want to talk to Mas Zhafran actually Bi!" my clear.

"Yes Sam? What's up, huh?" mas Zhafran replied while walking and sitting on the sofa opposite me.

"Why complicate the work of Mas Azam anyway! Poor know, do not bring personal problems dong Mas! My feelings are the same as Azam's and have nothing to do with the foundation's business!" my lament.

"God! He complained about you?" cerca Mas Zhafran not accepted.

Then I explained what Mas Azam told me, there is nothing I have lessened or increased in the least.

After telling the story, I saw Mas Zhafran take a deep breath. Then Zhafran told him his version.

"She's not really Hulya's work! Mas already said, just read the social service journal that we have done, then add new activities, so as not to be boring," said Mas Zhafran.

"Then what happened? He's just copying what we've done, and then he's been giving him input, but you know, the funds he's asking for are over budget! I'm obviously upset!" go to Mas Zhafran.

I don't know who is right between the two. I'm sure that's just the reason Mas Zhafran made it harder for Mas Azam's work, for the man to give up his job.

I was sure that he and Abi conspired to separate me and Azam.

"It seems you don't believe the same!" grunts Mas Zhafran.

"It seems that the man is a man who likes to find safety, after knowing you are the son of the owner of the place to work, shamelessly he always hides behind you!" mas Zhafran's.

"He's not so! Instead I was asked only to ask about what is in accordance with the wishes of Mas, why Mas became a fool!" I'm upset, defending myself and Azam of course.