CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 6 For Tirta

At three o'clock in the morning, Ervan faintly heard the crying of the baby so soft. He turned his body around, but the baby's cries increasingly disturbed his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes which were still heavy.

“Sial! Whose son is it?” Ervan again changed her sleeping position, then shouted loudly. “Bik Inah, tell the boy to shut up!”

There was no answer heard in Ervan's ears, there was only a baby cry that seemed to break his eardrum. Ervan got up from her position with a feeling of anger, she was about to find the origin of the voice, which turned out to be right beside her.

“Whose son is this? Who put it here?” said Ervan who had yet to fully gather his consciousness.

Ervan circulated his gaze, looking for the boy's parents, a second later he realized his existence. He rubbed his face, then smiled at his stupidity. Then take the child, carry it in his arms and try to calm him down even if it doesn't work.

“Are you hungry? Let's wake up your uncles!” Ervan advanced her steps, approaching the two men who were still fast asleep, despite being in an uncomfortable position.

“Build!” Ervan kicked Alan's leg.

“What? Why?” said Alan whose life is still in a dream.

“She's hungry.”

“Who?”

“This child is hungry, quickly do something!”

“Kids? Do you have children?” alan asked again, which made Ervan land a blow on his head.

“Auch,” Alan.

“You're aware?”

Alan raised both of his hands as a gesture, for Ervan to let him momentarily collect his life. He then slowly stretched his body, as if filling the energy to immediately awaken from his dream. After feeling good, Alan shook Tirta's body slowly while saying his name.

“Tir, Tirta, wake up!” No reaction, Alan again shook Tirta's body firmly. Then, scream loudly beside his ear.

“Tirta, banguunn.”

“APAAAA??” tirta replied with a voice that was no less loud, even filling the room.

PLAQUE, PLAQUE, PLAQUE,

Two consecutive blows landed on his head, making him wake up as fast as lightning. Tirta stroked her head, grimacing in pain. He raised his head, looking at the two men before him, still staring at him with glaring eyes.

“Sorry,”

“Alan make him milk and you Tirta, find him diapers in his mother's bag,” Ervan orders after seeing his two best friends fully aware.

Tirta stirred up the contents of the bag, took out a milk can and a milk bottle, then handed it to Alan. Tirta then returned, took a diaper and gave it to Ervan.

“You changed her diaper.”

“I? Why should I?” tirta protest.

“Because of me, his boss.” The short answer that made Tirta speechless a thousand languages.

Ervan laid the boy on the couch still crying. Tirta opened the boy's pants, until his diaper was seen. Tirta was confused, he turned the child's body several times, then re-arranged his position.

“Actually, what are you looking for?” furious Ervan.

“I'm not looking for anything, I'm just confused, how to open this diaper,” Tirta replied innocently.

“You don't see, the diaper model looks like pants. You just have to put him down. Have you never been a baby?”

“Ah, okay. I understand,” Tirta replied, ignoring Ervan's last sentence to him. He slowly lowered the baby's diaper. But, just touched her diaper. Tirta turned back to Ervan.

“But, what if the PUP is scattered?”

“PUP? You mean it?”

Tirta nodded, making Ervan think again. He turned his face to Alan, asking for help. But, it seemed that the man had his own difficulties, as he seemed to be busy reading the writing on the milk can. Ervan looked back at the diaper of the pants, which was like an iron box full of passwords that were hard to crack.

“Pak.”

Vaguely came the hoarse voice of the woman calling out to them softly but half-whispering. All over Tirta's body suddenly goosebumps, he turns to Ervan trying to confirm his hearing. But, Ervan's face looked ordinary, like he had heard nothing.

“Pak.”

“HANTUU....,” shouted Tirta hysterically.

“What? Where?” panicked both.

Ervan and Alan flinched. Ervan was overwhelmed with panic, unconsciously holding the child, as if running to save himself. Meanwhile, Alan dropped the milk can, until it hit the tip of his toe. Moreover, Alan only used sandal footwear..

“I ... that,” point Tirta towards the patient bed.

Ervan and Alan turned together in the direction that Tirta meant. Woman with long, random hair– gets partially covered her face. The woman lowered her head, then tucked her hair behind her ear. He slowly raised his face, returning the gaze of the three men before him.

“I'm sorry, Sir." The woman looked down.

Ervan and Alan did not reply, they just looked back at Tirta with a glare as both of them were embarrassed. Tirta just chuckled, then closed her mouth.

“Sorry, I thought ghost.”

Sarah tidied up her messy hair, tying it with the origin, to the back. Then, look back at them. He woke up after hearing a voice, like someone arguing with each other. After confusion about her whereabouts, she realized after seeing the secretary and her boss were trying to change her baby diaper. He felt bad, inconveniencing the two most respected people in the company he worked for.

“Sorry, Sir. Can give my son, let me change his diaper.”

“Oh, alright.” Ervan gave the child to her mother, who was after Tirta who gave her a change of diapers.

The two men meticulously watched Sarah change her son's diaper. Like a mother, who gave her son an example of how to change diapers to his granddaughter. Seeing that, Alan smiled amusedly, as the thought crossed his head.

“Oh, like this how to open a diaper,” said Tirta involuntarily, making Sarah hold back a laugh.

After changing the diaper, the child begins to stop from crying, although not completely. Sarah intends to give ASI, because her son must be hungry because he has not given ASI from last night. But, he was confused and felt disinclined to let out his voice. Moreover, the CEO of his company is famous for its cold and temperament nature.

“Ma .. sorry, Sir. I want to give her ASI,” said Sarah ventured without daring to look at the faces of two men beside her.

Tirta did not reply, quickly he immediately stepped away, leaving Ervan still standing upright. Sarah lifted her face, looking at Ervan, who was never out of place. Wanting to make a sound again, but feeling afraid, he turned to look at Alan, who was staring at them at the moment. Sarah asked for help by showing her puzzled look. Understanding that, Alan immediately pulled Ervan's arm to leave the place.

“What?” asked Ervan who did not understand because Alan pulled his hand suddenly.

“You didn't hear, he wants to give ASI to his son?”

“Terus why? Just give it.”

“You are stupid or insane, how could he give ASI if you continue to be near him?”

“What would happen if I was there? Isn't it just milk?”

“Ap ... what? Waaaahh, I'm going crazy facing a stupid man like you.” Alan's leaving the waist. “Are you her husband? Or have you never drank milk from your mother?”

“You mean ...?” Paused his sentence, when in his mind something flashed. “Ah, shit.”

Ervan quickly left the room with a reddened face, followed by Alan holding back his laughter. In front of the room door, Tirta was waiting for their arrival. Alan grabbed Tirta's shoulder while chuckling.

“Tatta, hahaha... Do you know, Ervan wants to see the boy drink milk from his mother?” Alan chuckles.

“Hahaha. Apparently, he was curious. Hahahaha...,” added Tirta with laughter that made her tears come out.

Ervan looked at the two in annoyance, then left. Ervan down the hospital aisle, no one as long as her foot stepped. Only footsteps and two friends followed from behind laughing at him.

“Happy?” ervan asked after arriving at the front yard of the hospital, taking a sitting position on a wooden bench.

“Do not get angry, Van. We feel like you are very unique. Want to invite the woman to marry, but do not know anything about women,” ledek Alan.

“Already, stop!” said Ervan, “tomorrow, I will make that woman marry me.”

“Hah? That fast?” ask alan

“Are you in too much of a hurry?” added Tirta.

“No. I don't want to waste any more time, with introductions and dating. Our bond is only contract, no more.”