BETTING

TELEPHONE

The sound of a cell phone waking him up. His hand moved to feel the flat object on the nightstand. Half his eyes were still closed. He's still sleepy. His head was heavy too.

"Hello."

"Morning, Boss." A voice greeted him.

"Oh, yeah. How's it?"

"Udah finished according to the order. Handover of the sale and purchase certificate and the land is in order. You can build a house there."

"Oh, okay. The skull, yes." He got up and leaned against the headbord of the bed. Glancing next door, his wife was no longer there. His eyes caught the hour hand that showed ten o'clock in the morning.

Turns out he woke up bad. Last night for him to stay up late, finish all the project reports that have been half-run. There were a lot of gaffes and contractors he found. But not fatal, they're just a little naughty. It can still be forgiven.

"Lu just woke up, huh?" There was laughter across there.

"Yes, here. I'm so sleepy" he replied.

"But the project is in order, right?"

"There's a little constraint. But it can still be tolerated. Usually, they start playing with cats. I don't think I know maybe."

"Lu is cool, is it."

"Eh, how are you ... Celine?" The man asked. At least he was still monitoring his ex-wife even though they had separated, secretly, through the man who called him.

He didn't tell Fauzan to be a spy, only he knew his partner was approaching his ex-wife. It was obvious with this man frequently asking about Celine to her. Like scraping information, just the way is subtle.

"It's healthy as it is. You know, a good woman is playin."

"Zan, I don't want to talk about that anymore."

"Are you really separated?"

"Yes." Yeah." Bisma pinched her head. Talking about Celine was like scraping back fond memories with her for a while. And that guilt has not gone away, even though he tried to.

How is it possible to avoid the woman, while she can easily come to him whenever she wants. They still live in the house, still doing activities as usual.

"Lu like her?" ask Bisma to the point. Why is there a sense of unwillingness in his heart?

"Eh, it's a long time ago, yeah. I have a need. Wanna get out. What matters is that everything is clear. Matur suwun transfer, Mr. Boss."

Clik.

Phone connection disconnected. Fauzan deliberately shut it down quickly. He did not want Bhishma to be suspicious. He took the car keys and rushed away. Today he has an appointment, sending someone to survey a school.

That person was the woman they were talking about over the phone.

Celine.

The woman wants to enroll some of her foster children to attend school this year. There are several options of public elementary schools, of course he will choose the close one.

Since their meeting in his office, they have become closer and closer. Fauzan visited the house. Help Celine find donors, help register government insurance for all residents of the home. Taking care of the letter of birth certificate for the children, he has many contacts in that field.

The car stopped in front of the old house. The outer appearance is still weathered, only on the inside is better. There was a sign in front of him. They wrote him a halfway house.

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