CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 59. Good news

Down from the hill, they're already where the car is parked. Ervan cleaned his clothes, from the dust and the grass that stuck.

"Ah, dammit! All because of it, Alan. Look, if he comes home later."

Still continued to blame Alan, who had absolutely no idea, what was going on.

"Hey, you. Go home, clean up Alan's apartment and get your hair cut. Why do you like to keep your hair, in college. Does it look cool?"

Now, it's Alan's cousin's hair that gets sprayed. In fact, nothing is wrong. With cousin Alan's haircut, it's just that he didn't comb it.

"Good, Brother."

Because it had already come, all Ervan visited the tomb of the wife's parents. He wanted to see how the condition of the tomb, which had been improved.

Cousin Alan is gone. Ervan and Tirta resumed their journey, which was about 10 km away.

Ervan continues to babble, with the same core problem. Blame Alan, who turned off his phone and his shabby cousin.

"Why is the phone broken? Did he slam her for that woman? Hmh! You fool, precious things are just thrown away, because of women." Again, unclear. In fact, he used to do the same.

Tirta pulled over the car, in front of a stall.

"Why?" ask Ervan.

"I'm thirsty, I'm going to buy mineral water."

"I am too."

Tirta nodded, then got out of the car. Before long, he returned with two bottles of mineral water.

Both, gulp down, leaving half a bottle.

"Why are you so quiet today?" Ervan felt strange with her secretary who was silent, ever since coming down from the hill.

"I'm being lazy to argue, with you." Tirta kept on going.

"Why?"

"Because you're always right and I'm wrong" replied Tirta, who eventually got straight to the heart of the matter from his silence.

"meaning?"

Either Ervan pretended not to understand or indeed did not know at all, the intention of Tirta's speech, which actually already offended him.

Tirta just sighed. The man behind her, it's changed. He's been more chatty since marriage and his haughty nature, growing by a thousand percent.

Replied too, free. Because someone who's at a seminar, out of town or he's gonna get his sap.

"You're menstruating, Tirta? Why are you so sensitive? My wife isn't as sensitive as you!"

Oh, dearGod. Strengthen me! Tirta Mumbles. He was tired, wasting energy on answering. Moreover, he was upset.

"Be quiet, we've arrived." Tirta pulled the vehicle over.

The two returned on foot, to the funeral. Looks crowded, with some pilgrims coming.

"Good day, Cake."

Grandfather, knitted his brows. As if I didn't know them.

"Who?"

Sure enough, he doesn't remember. Maybe the age factor or maybe the number of pilgrims who often come.

"I'm husband Sarah, who last week, asked my wife's family grave to be repaired."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I recall. The tomb was finished, repaired two days ago."

The grandfather walked first, telling him how he asked the handyman to repair the tomb.

"How's it?" ask the grandfather.

The tomb is in better condition than before. Mounds of clean earth, with white stones on top. Not to forget, the edge of the tomb is limited, with white ceramics, and black ceramics, with golden yellow writing, as a marker for the owner of the tomb.

"Well, this is better."

Tirta gave a white envelope to the grandfather, as a reward and to the handyman who worked on it.

"thank you. I'll give the wages to the handyman."

Ervan just nodded, then sat crouched down, on the edge of the tomb.

Ervan raised both hands, reciting a prayer in her heart. Tirta also did the same, while following Ervan who rubbed her face.

They don't go right away. Ervan moves to the side of Sarah's parents' grave. The tomb of father and mother, which is next door. Which, the position of the tomb of the father-in-law is in the middle.

Ervan touched the tombstone, the father-in-law and alternated the tombstone of the mother-in-law. He closed his eyes, for a moment.

Assalamallaikum, father, mother. I'm Ervan, your son-in-law. I'm sorry, if I was just getting to know you properly, to you. You must hate me for hurting your daughter. Please, I'm sorry. My depraved and unforgivable actions, I just realized them. But I promise you. I will make Sarah happy and not lack anything in her life. I didn't let him, he shed another tear.

Father, mother, our blessing. I will atone for my sins, for the rest of my life, by making your daughters happy.

Be happy, up there. I will continue to pray for you.

Ervan wiped away her tears, before getting up.

Look her! He cried, after admitting his mistake to Sarah's parents. Cih, but never feel guilty to me. Especially willing to admit it, to shed tears. Perhaps, the world would doom, if he did that. Tirta was busy commenting, inwardly. He threw away his face, as Ervan looked back at him.

"You said something?" search Ervan, with her eagle eyes.

"No. What, I said? You must have heard wrong, with the birds around here."

"Ah, no. I'm sure in your heart, it must say something." Ervan advanced her face, tracing the look on the sectarian's face. "Are you using me, Tirta?"

Does he have a sixth sense, that can read minds? Why is he so sensitive?

"Hey! What the hell are you talking about? Don't just accuse me!. We'd better get going, before afternoon. I'm hungry and haven't had lunch."

Tirta rushed away, running small away from Ervan. Apparently, his ability increased by one. Other than being chatty and arrogant, he could read my mind.

Before leaving the cemetery. Both of them say goodbye to their grandfather and say thank you.

"Are you going back to town?"

"Yes, Cake. I thank you for helping."

"It's okay, it's been my job, here. But when will Sarah come? I heard that doctor sold you his house?"

Tirta and Ervan sling stared. Doctor Zia, have not said anything, to them.

"Grandfather knows where?"

"Yesterday, the doctor came. He said he'd pick up his stuff today."

"Really?" Ervan seemed to be in disbelief, with this news. "Thank you, Cake. We'll be there."

Ervan immediately ran small, behind him Tirta followed.

"Hurry, hurry!" Ervan's orders.

"Patience, patience. You don't see, there are a lot of reeds here" muttered Tirta, who had trouble turning the bow.

Because the distance was not too far away, within minutes they had already arrived. A black pick-up car and two men appeared to have trouble lifting things. From the porch of the house, it appears that doctor Zia is watching them.

"Good day, doc." Sapa Tirta's.

Doctor Zia turned her head, smiling at the two. But, the look in his eyes, as if he was looking for someone.

"You want to move?" ervan asked, pretending not to know.

"Actually, I'd like to call, you. But, I don't know your mobile number, sir. So, I was thinking of emptying this house, first."

"Why not tell, Alan? You can ask him."

"That-that, ...."

Tirta looked at Ervan, her eyes glaring.

Why are you saying that, you idiot?

Ervan, come glaring, with the mouth kamit kamit kamit unclear.

Why, why stupid? I want to know, fill this woman's heart.

Tirta did not want to lose, she retorted by turning her lips.

You know, what, shit?

"What's wrong?" ask Zia. The one from earlier noticed the two, who continued to mutter, unclear.

"Ah, it's okay," the compact both replied.