CALL ME MAS! SEASON 2
The Spirit on Monday
...☘Install with happy feelings,...
...love with a sense of what is☘...
Monday morning at the beginning of the new year, with clear weather, the morning sun that illuminates the city of Jakarta is so warm. Pras took his son to school, and Britney had also left for his office.
The happy atmosphere in her heart, made Britney seem excited and radiated a positive aura from her beautiful face. All thanks to the love of my beloved husband. Pras still, so the important vitamins when saturated hit his feelings.
Likewise, the husband when anxious, there is a companion of his life who continues to give encouragement for him, with feelings of love and affection from his beloved wife.
"Mas Pras, we've only been separated for a while. I've missed you."
Inner Britney as she stepped foot, entered the RM lobby with a very charming appearance, with a smile as bright as the sun this morning.
"Good morning, Miss Britney."
"Good morning Mr. Miko."
The newly arrived Miko sir with a charming appearance. Mr. Miko is still in the accounting division, he is the elder of the room, and is the chairman of the accounting staff. Mr. Surya replaced Bu Nia, because a year ago Bu Nia was retired. Finally Mr. Surya who was elected, became the head of the accounting division.
"Where's Pras? I haven't seen you in a month."
"Alhamdulilah, reportedly Mas Pras good Mr. Miko. Right, we haven't been to Mr. Miko's house in a long time. Now Mas Pras is getting busy. Especially since cravings, Mas Pras is Mr. Miko. Something keeps him busy. Now a hobby to the gym."
Mr. Miko seemed to be smiling just hearing that. He was still curious about the figure of the friend who was craving it. He's definitely more grim and has a lot of style. That is what is in the mind of Mr. Miko, who already considers Pras to be his own sister.
The two men got into the elevator, there was an HRD staff inside, and Britney smiled sweetly as the staff greeted her with embarrassment.
"Good morning, Miss Britney."
"Yes, good morning."
A young woman with a polite appearance, her left hand held a zipper map, and her right hand held a bag strap still tucked in her right shoulder.
"Pras cravings?" Ask Mr. Miko who looks curious.
"Yes Mr. Miko, I'm pregnant again. It's been 3 months sir." Britney replied casually.
Britney smiled sweetly, and the elevator doors began to close. There are 3 people in the elevator, the elevator that once revealed the relationship of a beautiful boss with a handsome employee, about 7 years ago. Now it looks different, not the same as it used to be, just that the memory is still remembered in the minds of Britney and Prasetya Wardana.
Not long after the elevator doors opened, Miko and Britney got out of the elevator. But a young staffer was still in the elevator to go upstairs, and he looked down embarrassed, with a sweet smile.
"Congratulations Britney, I'm so happy. I'll take Mom Sherryl to Britney's house."
"Sir Miko, it's still stiff." Inner Britney.
It's been a few years, but Mr. Miko has always been awkward to meet Britney at the office. Even though at home with Pras with his family, Mr. Miko is a humorous figure.
"Thank you Miko. I'm going to my room first sir. Happy work Mr. Miko." Britney said with a sweet smile.
"Yes Miss Britney. Please." Reply Mr. Miko with enthusiasm.
Mr. Miko was not only a partner of Pras when it was still a division first. But it's like Brother to Pras, who can share stories. Mr. Miko, also already has two children, the first child is already willing to graduate Elementary School, and the small one is the age of Alishba but a boy. Very sweet and likes to follow extra football activities.
"Pras, Pras, saiki wis top markotop." Said Mr. Miko with a feeling of pleasure.
Miko walked into her room after looking at Britney who was walking towards her room. Pras also did not forget with Mr. Miko, but lately Pras is so busy, especially since cravings. Pras prefers to go to the gym, go for a walk and collect toys that boys love.
"Tania, good morning."
"Mother Britney."
Tania tidied Britney's desk neatly. The stack of files is already organized in a map.
"Bu Britney, Aksa said earlier, if he went to the branch first, took the project files in the north center."
"Yes, that was also chat. But I haven't responded."
Britney put her bag on the table, and grabbed her phone. There were some messages, missed calls from the husband.
"Mas Pras, phone." Britney and Tania muttered out of Britney's room.
The atmosphere of RM's office this morning is quite relaxed, there is no solid job greeting Britney.
"Assalamu'alaikum, bojoku."
"Waalaikumsalam."
"Mas, what's the phone?"
"Ems, I just wanted to say. Later that day I meet with Limar, he wants to see the house in Mansion City Garden."
Mansion City Garden is a new project from RM Property in South Tangerang.
"Yes, I say hello to Limar. Yesterday he also chatted me, asked which Mansion is good, between Golden and City Garden. I keep saying City Garden is more comfortable for people who like to grow crops. The page is wider."
"Yes, just called me. I'm still on the road baby, it's jammed up."
"Yes, that's it. Mas, you're careful, watch out for speeding."
"Where can speed dear, jammed like this. I'm taking pictures of ya."
Britney saw the photo sent by her husband, and her husband was completely stuck in traffic when he left for his office. But not only photos of the jam, but her strings were also sent.
"Where? Have seen?"
"Mms, yu... But you're the narcissist Mas."
"I'm narcissistic?!"
"Yes, now bojoku is getting narcissistic."
"It's just for you, baby. Where there's a gallery file on the phone there's a picture of me, I deleted it."
It is true, there are only great women and large family photos of Pras in the mobile phone gallery. Pras's great girls are just Bu'e, Britney and Alishba. No more than that, if the family photo is only a delivery from his family group. Especially the family of Mr. Heru.
"Mas, I'll call you again."
"Yes, be careful too. Remember that! You're pregnant."
"Yes my dear bojoku, I will remember. Sometimes I forget."
The cars in front of Pras' car have moved forward, it looks to have started smoothly.
"Hems, I'm walking again baby."
"Yes, love you."
"Love you too,"
After the greeting, Britney closed the call. Britney started stroking her stomach. Not to forget, Britney prayed for the health of the baby in her womb.
During this second pregnancy, Britney seemed relaxed, and did not feel nausea or dizziness.
"Unfortunately Mama, what are you? Sorry your mom paid less attention to you."
Britney was quite moved and smiled anxiously, as she stroked her stomach. Britney is very strong, not spoiled, but her husband still spoils her.
"You're great, baby. Mom works first, baby."
Looking back at his desk, there is a photo of Pras and Alishba who are very strengthening himself. His spirit was before his eyes. Every tired and less warm, the figure in the picture frame is his spirit. So too with Pras. Even pictures of his wife and son, always in his personal wallet.
It's old-fashioned, but it is. Pras remains a unique male figure, not knowing it to be ancient or modern, who is obviously his wife and son always in his heart, other than Bu'e. Still the figure of Bu'e is the idol of Pras from childhood until now. Starting from saying I'm Bu'e's son. That is always in the heart, and the mind of a Prasetya Wardana.
"Britney, I love you more, baby. You have to take good care of our son." Pras said who was driving his pride car.
The love that exists between the two people, the tighter if it continues together. Caring for, giving, and strengthening each other, in the joy of suffering together and wading through a household full of twists and turns, there must be someone who blocks it.
But Pras love is what it is, not made up, not forced, and not just by speech and guesswork.
It cannot be explained by words, and Pras does have such pure love, for his beloved wife.
Hey everybody, man, everybody,
Emms, I hope you like it.
Oopss, from the afternoon of heavy rain, the othor can only hammer. 🤭
Loppe seabrek loyal reader Mas Pras.
Look forward to the continuation yes.
Remember that! Don't baper yak 🤭🤫
