Besan Ooooh Besan's...

Checks Mat

Hendra smiled with satisfaction as he received a call from the advertising company.

He wanted to surprise Keira, his wife.

Ah Hendra misses his little wife. Time seemed to crawl slowly mocking him. Repeatedly Hendra glanced at the clock that was coiling in his hand.

He even ordered the needle to move even faster, even looking at him with a unsheathed look.

But the clock seemed reluctant to obey him.

"Why not go forward" he whined at the hour hand that never understood his turmoil.

"Pengen cepet go home to see ayang" Hendra even seemed to sulk at his parents.

"Beno" called him on the phone.

"Yes the boss"

"What time is it?"

Beno frowned. She was confused if this boss was asking about the meeting schedule?

"There's still 4 hours left for his boss meeting" Beno replied attentively.

"Not the meeting. What time is it? why is the clock on the same phone on my watch not forward"

"Well I know, maybe he's tired of the boss" wanted Beno to answer like that.

"Now it's 10 boss. Do I need to call a masseur?" that's all Beno can say. But then he slapped his own mouth.

"Who's the masseuse for?"

"Make the clock the boss. Aja Pegel did not want to move" his mind again.

"Ah eng.no, boss.sorry just now that mang ihin sprained his leg" the reason he could make to improvise.

"Are you sure it's still 10?"

"Yes boss. I'm convinced. I've also checked the primbon book if the boss can't go home before his time, or something bad will happen"

"What?"

"I-that's the word primbon java boss, not my word" one more improvisation of Beno so that his boss does not leave or postpone the meeting again because he will be troubled by a row of questions from the board of directors.

"Ck. Since when do you believe that. From here to the house how long does it take?" Hendra still won't give up.

"45 minutes boss. If you go home for 1 hour and 30 minutes. The break time was only 1 hour" Beno quickly replied. He knows the direction of his boss's conversation that is being hit by kasmaran with his new wife.

Hendra immediately dropped his head on the table. He feels played.

"Flo. what should I do. I miss.." Hendra hit his head on the table many times. All he felt was the pain of enduring the longing.

He opened a gallery on his phone. Staring at photos of their impromptu kabul that he felt was unfair to his empress.

Hendra shifted the screen which then showed the design concept of their wedding reception card.

"Flo... I miss you so bad" complained Hendra on his phone screen.

Hendra did not understand himself. He's not even this crazy about his late wife.

tock

tock

"Ga there's people" Hendra replied as he heard a knock on the door.

The secretary who was standing behind the door with Arga who wanted to meet him threw a question through a look of wonder.

Then Arga was surprised when his phone vibrated.

Arga then glanced at Sarah who also asked through her glance on Arga's phone.

I don't know why they communicate through eye signals. Though no one noticed.

"Hello, sir" replied Arga after sliding the green button on his phone that continues to vibrate from the papa and his boss.

"Arga, are you with your mama?" ask Hendra across the phone.

"What's? my mama is at home. This Arga is in-well even in the eyes" Arga asked his phone when Hendra immediately disconnected the phone unilaterally.

"Bos you why the hell?" Arga asked Sarah.

"Well, that's your father-in-law. I should have been. From the morning just lying on the table while watching the hape" ketus Sarah while passing back to her desk.

"Don't know if there's another precarious situation?" muttered Arga again.

He tried to knock on the door again.

tock

tock

There is no word from the occupants of the exclusive room.

Arga put his ear on the door.

"Pa, this is Arga. Can I come in?"

Arga ventured a little screaming for permission from the occupants.

"Are you with your mom?" answer Hendra from within.

"Ah mama, i-this.mama.."

"Come in"

Permission finally rolled. Arga immediately turned the doorknob and opened it.

"Pa"

"Where's your mama?" sergeant Hendra sumringah while wailing towards the back of Arga.

"Mama. eee. ah yes said papa mama don't come home late"

"really? then you go home now before it's too late" said sumringah Hendra as she tidied up her desk and put on her suit to go home.

"what? it's not even half a day" inner Arga.

"But pa, company-"

"Papa serahin company is the same as you" Hendra patted Arga's shoulder while swinging his steps towards the door while showing a big smile.

"But the company is under attack, pa"

"What's? you serious?"

Arga nodded.

"Let them take it" said Hendra.

"Later Arga how can you make a living Aretha?"

"Yes, you're smart. Clever man"

"Drink down the wind. Yes yes yes, meaning papa is ready to be sued for divorce mama, because mama does not want to live with irresponsible men" circus Arga forced because his father-in-law continues to behave childish.

"Who... ekhem...who would dare to attack the company?" Hendra finally returned to sit in his great chair while unbuttoning the suit he had pinned.

"Damn this child" Hendra growled inwardly feeling checkmate by the son-in-law.