CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 12 Sorry

“Pak, the woman is gone. We've been looking for him on the contract, but he was gone this afternoon. We're still looking for his tracks.”

“Good, you must find him,” replied Tirta.

“Good, Sir.”

The connection was broken, Tirta and Alan looked at Ervan who was already very frustrated. The man, shuffling his hair, while cursing the wrong self took action. He sighed violently, then threw the glass on the floor.

“Sial,” shouted Ervan with a flushed face.

Tirta and Alan, just speechless did not dare to comment. Both of them, staring at Ervan who rose up leaving them towards the bedroom, until there was the sound of a door slamming loudly.

“He will absolutely break all my doors,” Tirta said.

“I have to go home,” said Alan who slowly rose from his seat.

“You want to leave me alone with him? Don't you see, she's so scary?” restless Tirta because the atmosphere of his house is so gripping.

“Then, you want to take me to die together? No I don't want to, I'd better get going.”

Alan trudged along, for Tirta who had pulled his hand was like whining to his mother who was about to leave. Just a few steps, the door of the room opened, both of them frozen, looking at the frightening figure staring intently in front of the room door.

“Alan, Tirta, accompany me to sleep,” the order, then go back in the room.

Alan and Tirta stared at each other, ending their drama, walking on the sill after entering the room, as if they had given up their lives.

Still in the apartment Tirta,

Tirta and Ervan enjoyed breakfast in silence, while Alan had already gone to the hospital. Until, at this time there is no news about Sarah, making Ervan increasingly urgency. Ringing the phone, flicking their activities, as fast as Ervan's lightning swiped the green button.

“Pak, we have found it.”

“Send the address, now.”

“Good, Sir.”

Ervan finished her breakfast, grabbed her jacket, then walked away from Tirta who was still enjoying breakfast.

“Quick,” he shouted while on the doorstep.

As fast as lightning, Tirta devoured his breakfast, he choked on not chewing it well. He sipped water, pushing his food quickly to the destination. He immediately ran after the man who made his life look like hell.

In the parking lot, Tirta heard the sound of a horn that continued to sound, ordering that he run quickly. Not far away, Ervan's figure stared intently, as if scolding him. Tirta ran back with an annoyed grunt and curses in her heart. The heartless man, had made him exercise while his food was still on the way.

“I feel like vomiting,” said Tirta while sitting in the steering chair and putting on a seat belt.

Ervan did not respond, he was busy staring at the phone, pursing his lips and then putting the phone away.

“Street,” his orders coldly.

Along the way, Tirta's hearing was filled with swear words, complaints and screams coming from the passenger seat. The man behind her, continued to babble for no apparent reason. When the two arrived at the intended address, Ervan's words grew even more spicy, especially when they had to stop in front of a narrow alley.

“Why should the woman stay here? So much nice housing, why would he choose to live in a place like this?” he slammed the car door.

“Can't you just shut up? Why do you keep worrying about things that are none of your business?” said Tirta who began to be filled with anger since the morning.

“You're scolding me, TIRTA?” ervan said with a press of his last word.

“Sorry, it seems like the spirits in this place possessed me. Instead, we quickly go,” said Tirta stepped as fast as possible into the alley.

Ervan noticed the surroundings, the house was crammed, with a moat filled with puddles. Ervan covered her nose as she passed through the scattered garbage and was infested by flying flies. Before long, their footsteps stopped at a tiny tenement house. Tirta knocked on the door made of a triplex board, greeting him.

“Ya, wait a minute.”

The creaking of the door rang out, as the figure of a woman carrying her son opened the door. He rounded his eyes, looking at one of the men he did not want to see, standing before him. By reflex, he again closed the door of the house, but a burly hand held him.

“Let me in,” forcibly Ervan, while pushing home door.

Sarah, unable to match the man's strength, finally let him in by force.

Sarah mute.

“I'm sorry, for the incident back then. I was too emotional and could not control myself. Please, forgive me.”

Sarah still remained silent, staring expressionlessly at his face. The man's words before him were like they were not heard by him, he just kept staring.

“Do you forgive me?” asked Ervan in a soft tone.

“What you know, an apology will not treat a wound and will not change anything. A word that is thrown, can not be withdrawn, even though we apologize,” said Sarah sarcastically

“So, you mean, you don't forgive me?”

“I've forgiven you. So, please go, I need tranquility.”

“No, I will not leave before you forgive me,” Ervan determined.

"For what, you need an apology from me? Didn't you say last time you changed your mind?"

"Listen to me. I'm really sorry, please give me a chance. Please, forgive me."

Sarah did not answer, she walked into the room, laying down her son, who was already asleep.

In the living room, two men sat on a makeshift pedestal. There were no chairs or tables in the room, only the kitchen and trinkets and the bathroom were united into one room where they sat.

There was a sense of discomfort, as Ervan watched the entire room, even as he raised his head, one light bulb hung above, whose light might not illuminate the entire house. On the other hand, visible roof that has leaked marked by the entry of sunlight at some point. This house is completely uninhabitable, he thought, then glanced at Tirta who apparently also did the same with him.

By 12pm, the sun was at its peak. Ervan and Tirta began to get hot, especially in the house that did not have air conditioning or a fan. Ervan shook his hand, although his movements did not completely eliminate the sultry feeling that spread throughout his body.

From inside the room, there was the cry of a child that filled the house, the mother's voice that calmed her down did not stop her crying at all.

“Dia why?” asked Ervan who barged in without excuse.

“Entah, I don't know either,” replied Sarah who was still holding her son while rubbing her son's hair..

“Maybe she's overheating.” Ervan snatched a book and fanned Ersan.

But unfortunately, his efforts did not produce results. The boy continued to cry until he vomited the milk he had just drunk.

“Oh, God. What's wrong with you, son?” sarah's panic is Ervan too.

“Give him to me, you pack the goods, follow me to the hospital.”

Sarah immediately followed Ervan's direction without refuting, let alone her son vomiting a second time, with sobs that have not subsided. After packing up, the three of them went out down the alley, Ervan hugged her son tightly, burying her head on the shoulder. Somehow, why he felt so anxious, he repeatedly stroked the back of his son who was still crying.

“Sabar, darling. Papa take you to the hospital,” he said unknowingly.

As their car is seen at the end of the alley, Tirta immediately runs ahead of them, opening the car door. Then, riding at high speed, as it seemed as if the child was getting more and more pain heard from his cries. Plus, along the way he vomited again, making Ervan give up his jacket.

“Tirta, fast!” ervan's orders were getting panicked and anxious.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Ervan went straight down, running inside the ER room. The doctors immediately welcomed him, handling swiftly. Ervan panicked at once, as the intravenous needles entered the veins of her son who was so small. Unknowingly his tears fell, as the boy whimpered and called him Papa.

“Papapa,” his chatter on the sidelines of his crying.

“Iya dear, this is Papa,” he replied and landed a kiss. Unknowingly, this action had already made the doctors stare at each other.

“Ehm,” Tirta cleared his throat, getting the doctors back in focus.

After being given the medicine, Ersan began to fall asleep, he was exhausted from crying and endured the pain that wrapped around him somewhere.

“How is it?” ervan asked one of the doctors.

“She has indigestion, usually this happens if she eats something unclean. Children at this age often put any object in his mouth, especially when he crawls.,” explained the doctor.

Ervan just stared intently at Sarah blame with the look in her eyes. He turned back to the doctor, asking to take his son in the VVIP treatment room.