A Different Heaven

Wrong Feelings

"Your equipment is no one left behind?" reprimand Angga before the car moves further and further.

"All is well, sir" Celin said.

"Good, you rest first our journey is still long, save energy so you are not too tired," said Angga turned to look at Celin who was sitting in the back passenger seat.

"Ready Sir!" reply Celin. Feeling Angga attention once and really keep the trust of his papa.

Strada's car began to drive through the city streets, cars that drove at high speed did not take long to hit the smooth asphalt road. The car had to turn showing the function of the big wheel towards the rough and quiet streets a few hours ahead to head towards the oil palm plantation owned by Wilson Palm.

"Welcome to the jungle Celin," Angga's seductive look from the front view.

"So kangen atmosphere lives near the plantation," replied Celin.

"Sometimes I feel the same, too" said Angga.

"Of course you've left the estate and moved to the office in the city, for how long" Celin tried to find a chat topic because he was getting tired of the long trip this time.

"It's only been two years, but a lot of memories of being in the plantation office for over eight years. From my apprenticeship, so assistant plantation, so IC and Alhamdulillah until married."

"So your wife once lived on the plantation?" asked Celin enthusiastically starting to find a pleasant interlocutor.

"Yes, my wife from the beginning of marriage immediately joined and accompanied me to live on a plantation far from the hustle of the city, until finally now I work outside the plantation."

"Faithful father wife yes, surely the husband father who pleases the proof that the father's wife can feel at home for years living on the plantation. Women now can't wait to see the mall for a week," Celin said, joking.

"Alhamdulillah, I also had time to invite my wife to work so my assistant so that she does not get bored and there are activities. But for a long time even I did not have the heart, my wife had to work all day to accompany me, so I told her to rest, so I just told her to take a break, waiting for me to come home and help teach the children of the people around me as I did you and your friends."

Celin smiled, he was so amazed to hear the shady story of the Angga household and his wife. He hopes that later he can also get an understanding and loving husband like Angga.

"How many children has Pak Angga been?" ask Celin reflex.

"It just so happens that, four years into a household with my wife Renata, we haven't had a baby. Even though we both want it, we wait for God's plan to give us a baby at the right time."

"Sorry Mr. Angga, hopefully Mr. Angga and Ms. Renata will soon be given a baby."

"Amin, thank you Celin," Angga replied.

"So now what is the activity of the father's wife? Sorry sir I'm being a kepo."

Angga chuckled, "It's okay, my wife can't stay still, Rena has a bakery. He's good at strategizing. Alhamdulillah now already have several branches managed by trusted people until my wife just enough to monitor from home."

"Great sir, what's the name of the bakery, Celin would stop by sometime to get a discount, Celin usually likes his breakfast bread Rengga breads."

"That's my wife's bread" said Angga.

"Well, seriously, Bu Renata's bread is delicious. From tomorrow I can get a discount by calling Pupil Pak Angga," joked Celin.

Feeling so exciting their conversation, without feeling after a two-hour drive the car has entered the area of oil palm plantations owned by Wilson Palm, the, the slightly muddy road makes the car slightly sway until the occupants must be aware of the sound of sleep.

Breaking through the expanse of towering palm trees on the left right of the road, the car had entered into a large building complex among the palm trees that passed. Now the car in the Angga ride is already in the office area and some housing with a large label in front of a large high fence that reads Wilson Palm.

Getting off the car, Angga has welcomed several well-dressed employees who are average men and there are only two women.

"Welcome Mr. Angga," the bespectacled man immediately greeted Angga when he got out of the car. Celin just nodded in greeting.

"Ehmm ...," Angga woke up the reverie of some unblinking male employee looking at Celin who was behind him.

The bespectacled man immediately nudged his men who were propped up to see Celin.

"Sorry," he exclaimed in shock at immediately greeting Angga and Celin.

"Maclumin those who live in this plantation Mr. Angga," exclaimed the bespectacled man.

"Before we are in a meeting as usual, I want to talk to Mr. Dion first" Angga exclaimed.

"Of course Mr. Angga, let's sir," The man named Dion took Angga to his room.

The three people are now sitting in the room of someone the highest position in this office.

"So Mr. Dion in addition to regular visits, I also want to leave Celin a few days or weeks here until the data or what Celin needs is complete."

The man named Dion watched Celin closely. Appeared a meaningful smile from the tip of the man's lips.

"Well Mr. Angga" replied the man who was slightly older than him.

"Please help Celin if he needs something, also tell all the other employees. Respect him as our guest."

"Of course Mr. Angga" replied Dion.

"Celin, I'll have a meeting, you can wait here or take a walk out later I catch up."

"Celin wait for Mr. Angga outside" replied Celin.

"Well, when I'm done I'll catch up." Angga rose up followed by Dion who followed him Boss.

Celin was still sitting in the IC room. Just met a few hours after years of not meeting. Somehow he suddenly became more comfortable when with Angga. If only he hadn't married, what would this be? Celin hastily shakes his head because it is wrong if he does have feelings for a married man.

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