Afraid to Widow

Chapter XIII (Grizelle Prameswari)

Chapter XII's 

(Grizelle Prameswari)

Gluey!

I swallowed when I saw the laptop screen. Just left to Bali two days only the manuscript that entered a total of 77. Hoaaa. This will be overtime.

I read the synopsis first. Start at the bottom. The pen name of the author is Ariny NH.

Synopsis;

Naura Khairunnisa did not accept the divorce of Agusta Wimala for no apparent reason. He seeks a way to take revenge and destroy the man's life. There are three ways in his mind.

One, using the man's weakness. Two, looking for a more dilapidated replacement than her ex-husband. The biggest insult a man says is when he sees his ex having a new lover who is standard far below him. Third, the extreme passing path hurt his family.

However, it turned out that all his efforts ended apes. There is one incident that made Naura realize that love can defeat revenge. 

I'm poignant. The idea is interesting too. I could have used it to take revenge on Sahrial or Ammar. My hands move the cursor. Click, approval of the synopsis. 

Ting!

WA notification appears from AT Family group. Ms. Nazneen sent me a chat.

Genk, abis eating gathering in the meeting room huh.

My heart is beating fast. Obviously this is not love. Ms. Nazneen rarely goes to the AT Press office. Other business is bejibun. Well, usually if you go to the office at the end of each month, monthly meetings, there is drama or tell the dismissal of employees. My question is only February 11th why did Miss Nazneen ask for a meeting? Are any employees fired? May-don't I? Various questions raged in my mind that caused nausea. Moga, don't.

***

All the employees gathered in the meeting room. Well, I'm sitting next to Miss Nazneen. The more I cling.

"Thank you for your presence in this meeting room." Ms. Nazneen opened the meeting. "I would like to immediately say, as you know that Sahrial Pratama has resigned from AT Press. Therefore, in this meeting, you want to appoint one of you to take up office in place of the position held by the Sahrial. Who would propose to be the editor-in-chief of AT Press?"

I breathe a sigh of relief. Apparently not a dismissal. All speechless. No one raised their hands or spoke.

"Cock on diem? No one wants to go up in office? Nice to you in the pemred position, the salary is big."

Bu Nazneen's view towards Sukma, Wardah and Helen. "Hey, Sukma, Wardah, and Helen, you three don't want to go forward as a leader? You've been at AT for a long time. It's time for you to step up."

"Duh, how about Mom, so the pemred is a heavy responsibility. I know my skills haven't been there. Afraid of disappointing Ms. Nazneen," Wardah said politely.

"I agree with Ms. Wardah" followed Sukma and Helen simultaneously.

"If you're what about Grizelle? Want to be a pemred?"

The deg!

My name is called Miss Nazneen so it's more groggy. "My cock, Mom? I've become a financial manager and acquisition editor of the AT Writing platform."

"Well, why trap the pemred too? It's good, the salary's double."

Hearing the word 'double salary' my eyes sparkled. But I want to sell expensive first. "Can I have some time to think?"

"Please. Waiting for an answer from you. If you do not want to be a pemred, forced to open a vacancy. It is only a pemred position filled with new people. Even though it is better if you are the ones who fill, people who are clearly trusted. That was the meeting today. See you next time."

The meeting was also dissolved. One by one, out of the room. Remaining me. I'm still busy thinking about Miss Nazneen's offer. Accept it, huh?

***

"Eh, it's really nice that Miss Gisel has only been married for a few weeks to be a widow" said Helen.

"Yes, he should be grateful to have Mr. Sahrial. Because while at AT Press even though he rese, fierce, judes, likes to give deadline does not snack, but he is a good religion. Salat is always on time, diligent fasting on Monday, looks not ugly very, the contents of the account is clear every month there is income. Less what try?"

"It seems his fault is in Bu Gisel deh. Maybe she's a career woman, a visionary, likes to chat about it. Well, as long as I'm with Sahrial together, Sahrial does not like to be arranged anyway. A man's ego is the setting."

So Helen's Sahrial? Hmmm .. just found out. The question is why they broke up? I need to find out more details.

"Udah, it's not good loh gibahin own leader." Sukma appeared advising all AT employees.

Just got home for lunch. I heard the bad stuff. If they knew the true dilapidation of the Sahrial.

They're looking. Suddenly everyone fell silent and embarrassed. "Sorry, Mom. Excuse me first."

***

Returning from the office, accidentally through Malioboro. Do not know why you want to buy a posthumous negligee for Jihan. The rewards have been helping me all this time. 

I parked the bike and started to get into the negligent kiosk. Oh yes, PKL Malioboro is now much more organized. So no more jostling. It's so good to choose.

When I was busy picking up a negligee …

"Loh, this is Gisel's sister Sahrial right? How are you?" 

I'm looking. Apparently Ragiel. Cost buddy Sahrial first. So Sukma's husband. "Alhamdulillah, fine."

"Bumil negligent shopping huh? Where's sahrial?"

*t. Indonesian people why a hobby so much kepo anyway? I smiled forced smiles. "Hmmm .. I'm divorced from Sahrial."

"What's? That fast? Why?"

"long story. Not enough here, bo. Enough of a novel. Why don't you ask Sahrial?" I asked Ragiel. 

"Since marrying Sukma, Sahrial has rarely contacted me. Even if he married I was not invited. Maybe he's ashamed of ever wanting to snatch Sukma from me."

"You yourself why are you alone here? How not to sukma? Kan, Sukma has come home from earlier." I switched the conversation so as not to discuss Sahrial continues to be Bored.

"He's exhausted again. Well, he asked me to buy him some steamed bakpia food. Uh, it's over. I don't know why I strayed here. Just so he WA again said bakpia steamed change with negligent busui aja."

Ckckck is a long way from steamed bakpia to busui negligee. Fucking chick. All I know is that Sukma has given birth. His son is around the age of three months. "Oh that. Funny dong ya have a baby. I stopped by sometime to nengokin your son."

Sukma and Ragiel were people who had known Sahrial very well. Who knows by playing there, I can get info about Sahrial.

"That's a lot, Ma'am. Oh yeah, I'm going home first. It was awaited by Sukma. Moga spit out the problem yeah."

"Greetings to Sukma."

He passed, I breathed a sigh of relief. I think I found a suitable negligee. My choice of purple color negligee with batik patterns and rendanya. I paid, I don't want to stay here. Afraid someone would recognize me again.

Prestigious course if friends especially AT employees know that I bought it in Malioboro. Entar them difficult, "Big Boss style doang exorbitant, uh shopping the same as we are also in Malioboro. Chasing disconan and cheap prices also tuh."

Before I went to Jihan's house, I called her first.

"Call, Ji. I'm your house."

"Well, there's nothing at home anymore, ma'am. At Mama's house."

"Yes, I went there. Sherloc is."

***

It just so happened that Jihan was on the porch of her mother's house while watering the plants. I stopped the car.

"Assamulaikum, Jihan."

"Eh, Sister Gisel. Just got home from work?"

"Yes. Oh yeah, this was accidentally stopped by Malioboro, uh keep pengpen buyin lu negligee." I handed the plastic bag to Jihan.

The plastic peek I love. "Thank you a lot. Pake bother buying in negligent everything."

"Not bothered. Consider aja thank you because you already nemenin me in the bad times during Bali yesterday." I was looking for the figure of Ammar.

"Nyari Mas Ammar? Must be willing to make a gibah, right?" ask Jihan sensitized.

"Hehehe. You know," I replied.

"Yes, go in first. Let's have a good chat."

I followed Jihan's steps into her house. Look at the inside of Jihan's house.