A Different Heaven

Disrupters

“Mbak Cel!” call sri to Celin who is in the kitchen.

The woman who was busy stirring the coffee turned her head. “What's Sri Ma'am?” answer the woman.

ART who works at the rena house handed a card similar to a credit card and leather jacket to Celin. Celin turned the card back.

“Yesterday your card missed in this jacket when I was ironed.”

“Oh ..”

“The package of the father in the suitcase of the mother from Samarinda,” said Sri made it clear.

“I'll tell Mas Angga first.” Celin sauntered away towards his room.

Celin is already in his room now. She found her husband preparing to go to the office. He put the jacket he had on the bed. She quickly helped her husband button up his blue shirt.

“Mas, there is a mas card left in the closet,” Celin said while tidying the collar of her husband's shirt.

“What card?” ask Angga bangtung. He never carelessly put a card in his jacket pocket.

Celin turned around taking the card, “ini.” He then turned back to grab the black jacket. “This is the jacket.” Give it to lukewarm.

Angga certainly immediately knew that the jacket was not his. He is not a lover of leather jackets. He turned the jacket around looking for clues as to who the owner of this jacket was.

“Loh Mas, why on this card is not the name Mas Angga. Farhan Ratarajasa,” exclaimed Celin was shocked to read the gold-colored writing on the card.

The name is certainly also familiar to Celin. “Oh yes. I just remember Mas, some time ago there was also a package from Farhan this for Kak Rena that Tono mistook to me.”

Angga immediately snatched the card held by his wife. “Where did Sri get this jacket?”

“She said in Kak Rena's suitcase from Samarinda,” Celin said as he was.

“It seems that in addition to the same Mas, Kak Rena also has business cooperation with this person Mas,” exclaimed Celin trying to conclude his thoughts.

Angga threw the jacket and card into the bed, the man grabbed his bag and work coat.

“Mas breakfast in office only.” Angga kissed Celin on the forehead and left without responding to his wife.

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Rena checked again the pile of fabric after ironing. He had repeated almost the third time but had not found anything he was looking for. He went downstairs looking in the laundry room, the stuff he was looking for was left there.

“Find opo toh Bu,” asked Mbak Sri who happened to pass by to see her employer who was busy dismantling a pile of clothes.

“Mbak Sri see the black jacket that I told you to come with?”

“The material is kayak leather not Bu?”

“Ya right!”

“Oh .. Last morning I gave my sister Celin because she was gone. You have the card you missed in the jacket.”

Rena patted her forehead meaning her husband knew. Rena didn't mean to cover up the story with Farhan. But the time is not right. Given some time lately there are problems concerning Dion that need to be resolved.

“Why do you love Celin Mbak Sri! It's not Mas Angga but have my friend,” exclaimed Rena so not calm.

“Sorry Mom, I think I have a Father. Coincidentally Mrs Celin at home,” said ART was feeling guilty.

Rena thinks positively, it is impossible for her husband to think badly just because of a small object.

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Angga is in a big office. Angga's hand knocked on the table waiting for someone he wanted to meet. The one who turned his world upside down this morning. Someone who managed to make his morning growled and messy. It was not difficult for Angga to find a Farhan Ratarajasa. Despite traveling far, he did not care! He just wanted to warn the boy!

“Please Sir, Mr. Farhan will soon be meeting and will meet you.” The woman who looked like a secretary presented a glass filled with lemon tea.

Angga just nodded without any lusting after talking at all. In the gulp of the drink was finished to relieve the sultry feeling that meyergapi himself. The person in waiting finally appeared from behind the door with a big smile that only made Angga clench his hands more and more to vent his frustration. Take a deep breath so as not to be provoked emotions that will only embarrass himself.

“Pak Angga, how are you?” The man reached out his hand in a friendly manner.

“Looks less good Mr. Farhan.” Angga lazily returned the man's hand.

The man took off his navy suit, he hung it on the chair. The man now occupies his seat sitting in front of Angga.

“What happened to Wilson Palm, why suddenly met me,” said the man casually.

“Only convey the invitation to our businessman meeting club,” said Angga cynically handed over ipad.

“Why should bother coming Mr. Angga. Usually sent via group,” reply Farhan.

“There's something else I want to say!" angga said with full emphasis.

"Please Mr. Angga."

"Reminent Uncle Farhan. Stay away from my wife! Don't try to get close to him by competing as a hero of misfortune!” hardik Angga hard.

Farhan smiled cynically, he began to understand, apparently there would be no discussion of business. “What if he needs someone more that makes him feel comfortable!”

“Dragon your mouth Mr Farhan!” Angga stood pointing at the man in front of him.

“Just let go of him Mr. Angga! How can I accept if every renata I see in her eyes is just tears!” Farhan also stood up to challenge his business partner.

“Design once You Mr Farhan!” Angga no longer cared about the courtesy value of hearing the man's words.

“That's the reality,” replies mocking smile.

“Know what you about my wife!” Angga could no longer resist pulling the man's shirt.

“What I know is that no woman is happy if her husband also has another woman! I also know what kind of person you are!” sentak Farhan put Angga's hand out of his shirt.

“Search single women who are still a lot out there! I warn you again! Stop approaching married women or you will regret it!” Angga pointed angrily at the face of the man who spoke impudently without sin.

“We will see later Mr. Angga,” said Farhan in a light tone.

Angga left the man before his patience and anger peaked.  The boy was even rude and threatened himself. The boy yesterday afternoon could have been a thorn in his household. The intruder man he can't let go.

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