Afraid to Widow

Chapter II (Grizelle Prameswari)

Here I am now, Cafe Minamdang. The name of the cafe is like a Drakor title, right? Grumbags. I defended coming back here to accompany Mama. He said he wanted to meet or something.

"Ma, who do we want to meet?"

"So soon he's coming too."

Appears the figure of a socialite mother dressed up menor enter the cafe. He waved his hand at us. And then the same with Mama. Eits, he's not alone with the guy I tafsit at least 30s like me.

"I'm sorry it's late, Jeng."

"No what. Just relax. We just came too."

The mother glanced at me. "Hey, you're Gisel, right? Oh my goodness, that's great. And more beautiful. It was a very small one."

Wonder. The gini mulu. Tired hearing.

"Oh yes, this is my son. Name's Andreas. He just graduated from S2 Stanford. Now it's PNS."

This is how it is, arrogant with the mode of pleasantries. I also know the direction of their conversation. Matchmaking. Damnit. Very malesin.

***

Huft, finally finished the same meeting mom sucks. He's a nyerocos mulu kayak duck. Proud of her domestic life.

"Why were you? Mom doesn't feel good about it."

"Keep me what to say? It is also clear the direction of your conversation. Mama would want to mate me with her, right?"

Mama showed off her teeth. "You know it. Yes, you are 32 years old and not married. Don't get married, just know a boyfriend never."

"And I told you, later I would know a boyfriend or a future husband. I'm patient."

"Patience until when? Waiting for Mama to die? Gini aja deh, if in one month you do not meet men, you must want to be fooled by Andreas. Okay?"

If this is the case, it means that it cannot be contested. The question is which guy should I know to Mama as a prospective husband?

***

My left hand is busy pinching the temple. Dizziness, 60% of the titles submitted to AT Writing are not far from the word 'contract marriage' either Marriage Contract with the CEO. Marriage Agreement with Satan Lah. Duh, the author why the hell on the marriage contract? Is it good, is it a contract marriage? There is a curiosity in my heart.

 Instantly I was shaking my head. "Astagfirullah, what do I think?"

Work focus. The right hand again moves the cursor, approvals the disbursement of royalties for writing.

I'm Grizelle Prameswari. I am a platform manager. One of my duties is to acc payment to the author 

"Cell, you know something yet?" 

Lychee, out of nowhere. Suddenly asked that. 

Oh yeah, I knew about Leci first he was originally my neighbor. However, because from the time of Junior High was very close to him, when I was trusted to be the manager of the AT Writing platform and then my busyness was getting crowded, yes I was sure that he was my personal assistant. Nowadays it is hard to find a trusted person. Especially the ones that clop up with me.

"You what?"

"Anu wants to get married."

"Si Jihan, the author of AT Press, right? I already know. I'll come to his wedding."

"Not him."

"Keep who?"

"The Nindya Maharani. Here, the invitation."

"But you have to bring your partner to his wedding. That's the condition."

He gave me an invitation. My eyes glared as I read the message below. 

'The invitee must bring a couple of different sex yes.'

"What kind of condition is this? I'm lazy to come ah."

"If not come ntar lo more and more expressed the same as them. You know the Maharani genk is rese nauzubillah."

I thought for a moment. True too said Leci. "I asked Mr. Sahrial to please me."

Sahrial, editor-in-chief of publishing at AT Press. His position is actually under me, because I trust Cetta Bhanumati, a shareholder in AT Press, but for the sake of appreciating him more senior in this office so I call him ‘Pak’

There are 4 more in this office. Among them:

Ms. Nazneen Faiha. He's the CEO of AT Press. He rarely comes to the office. Come if you ask for a meeting or fire an employee. Bring it up if there is him.

Wardah, chief editor of AT Press. He's fierce, likes to nag a writer's script.

Sukma, chief marketing. It is said, this one girl was once estimated by Sahrial, but Sukma chose notabennya Rajiel boarding friend Sahrial.

Honey, I haven't been in AT Press so I can't watch their drama.

Lastly, the Ranti position the cover and layout design. He's pendiem. So don't know much about him.

Scabies head. "Lo is not tired of every meeting or meeting event ask Mr Sahrial? Come on, it's time to bring an official partner."

"Lo's boyfriend mean?"

"It doesn't have to be a boyfriend. That husband candidate. Not tired of decades?"

Shit, wear it all. I do not sell or intentionally feel at home, only until the age of 30 years there is not a single guy who clicked in my heart. Every close to a guy, there is always a dilapidated that I can not accept.

"Well, what if you talk to Mr. Sahrial? After all, he's still single. If he's married, I'm looking for a rented girlfriend."

"More afdol if you bring your own partner. It would be cool to ask, 'who is it?' keep you answered, 'know this is my husband.' not 'this is the same as my boss.'"

"But if you marry Mr. Sahrial okay too. Even more cool, the manager married the editor-in-chief. So fitting there is an important event you can proudly introduce a husband who is a pimred continue scholars as well. Geez, like the usual script sent to us. Haha."

I'm clumping tissue. Then I throw it to Leci. "Lo ngaco."

"Ih, amenin cake. Who knows angels passing by."

"Angel of death passing by to pick you up."

Suddenly Leci's face was pale. "Jeez, serem very lo sentences. Amit-amit jabang baby's. I am young, not married. Not ready to be picked up by death."

Suddenly Mr. Sahrial appeared from behind the door. Long live this guy. "Grizelle, into my room now!"

I stroked the chest. Mr. Sahrial saved me from an absurd chat, marriage. 

"Good, sir."

***

I deg-degan while sitting opposite Mr. Sahrial. Not love. However, fear of reprimand or I abis doing wrong what it is.

"What's wrong, sir, so call me? I was wrong?"

"Actually I'm not good at talking gini, but I'm so tight."

My forehead is cringing. Confused sentences. "What's up, sir?"

"May I have five million miniem?"

I was in shock hearing her therapy. Must be confused right, as he also has an important position in this company, why would he want to minjem money to me? Actually, my position with Mr. Sahrial is almost equal. My salary is 1 million higher. Because I'm inborn Ms. Cetta, a shareholder in AT Press. While Mr. Sahrial is the favorite of Ms. Nazneen.

Mr. Sahrial waved his hand before my eyes. "Hello, what's so dumb?"

I woke up from the daydream. "Well, how about sir, five million is a lot. Especially the ones who live like me."

"Yes anyway. I am also not good at debt. How else do I need to wash my mother's blood. I can't help him to keep in pain." Mr. Sahrial's face suddenly turned sad.

Now I don't have the heart with Mr. Sahrial. Suddenly I remembered Leci's words.

"More afdol if you bring your own partner. It would be cool to ask, 'who is it?' keep you answered, 'know this is my husband.' not 'this is the same as my boss.'"

"But if you marry Mr. Sahrial okay too. Even more cool, the manager married the editor-in-chief. So fitting there is an important event you can proudly introduce a husband who is a pimred continue scholars as well. Geez, like the usual script sent to us. Haha."

Not knowing where it came from, a strange idea popped up in my head. "I have savings anyway. But I can't minjemin that."

"Okay, what guarantee do I have? Or is there a condition? Whatever I do for my mom."

"You don't want me to go to my friend's wedding and we're going to have a contract?" said I was hesitating.

***

Waws. Nikahn Nindya is a luxury. Thick with the custom of his hometown, Padang. Eleven-twelve were married to actress Nikita Willy and Irish Bella. No wonder, he was the son of an official.

It was my turn to salaman Nindya.

"Finally you have a pair too. Who the hell? Rental boyfriend?" asked Nindya with an exploding tone.

"Oh no dong. Sahrial Pratama, S.P. She's my husband's candidate." I look back. "Gue go there first. There are still many who want to salaman lo."

I passed down from Nindya's perimeter. Lychee instantly dragged me to the spot. 

"Lo seriously said that? Mr Sahrial your future husband?"

"Yes, I want to marry Mr. Sahrial Turns out Mr. Sahrial harbored a taste to me for 6 months. I think really, you just said yesterday there was an angel passing by. Angel aminin your prayer."

Lychees are just dumbfounded. Maybe he was surprised, what did I finish? Let alone him, I was wondering why can notakin Pak Sahrial marriage contract? Damn, Mr. Sahrial immediately wanted to.

Perhaps the tired effect of being asked when to marry? Then I think Mr. Sahrial meets the criteria of my ideal husband. Than the other is not yet clear its origin. During a year of work at the AT Press office, Mr. Sahrial was the responsible leader. Damn Mr. Sahrial would.