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Chapter 61. Patience, Tirta

"How far is it from here, to our corporate branch?"

You ask me? What, I know. Why don't you look at your phone and ask the virtual world.

"I don't know, maybe, about two hours' drive." Reply back, professionally.

"We went to the villa and stayed there. Tomorrow, ask for a company car, to transport the goods and deliver them to Alan's apartment."

"WHAT??" peekkik Tirta's.

"Why are you yelling?" Ervan stared hard.

"Not that, have you accepted it? Then, why did you take her to Alan's apartment?" Tirta's question seemed to be unacceptable. Even the look on his face showed protest.

"Oh, so. So, you mind me bringing in Alan's apartment?" ervan asked, to which he answered with a nod of Tirta's head. "Then, what about your apartment? Two dining tables and a couch, looks like enough for you."

Tirta let out a discordant laugh, her hands shaking in response. The apartment is full, if plus the stuff again, then there is no place to walk in it.

"No, no, thank you. Better, go to Alan's apartment. He must be happy, because this is a gift from Zia."

Instead of suffering alone, it's better to sacrifice his best friend, Alan's mummy is out of town.

Alan, don't blame me. Blame it, this iceberg!

Meanwhile, Ervan laughed broadly, while exiting the courtyard and getting in the car. He seemed, very satisfied with Tirta's answer to save himself.

Substantial. Why is he so happy to torture us? Lord, please repay him for me, just once. Tirta, step along while saying kamit.

They went back on a long, long journey. And this time, Tirta got a scolding from the back seat, which was inexhaustible.

"Two hours. You said for only two hours, I've been sitting for over two hours."

Well, they've been traveling for two hours past two minutes. Ervan who kept paying attention to her watch, and counting the travel time.

From the front seat, Tirta began to run out of patience. Like there was a puff of smoke, above his head. From the beginning, he had said he did not know and only estimated it. But, Ervan instead considers it like an accurate calculation and should not be wrong, even if it passes a few seconds.

Hold, Tirta! Hold it! Patience, be patient. I beg! Breathe in, throw out. Let's just say, behind you, is a lizard, choking on a mosquito in its throat.

"It's been ten minutes. Why haven't you arrived at Tirta? Don't you get lost, do you?"

Cekitt.

Tirta stopped suddenly. Ervan who from earlier continued to nag, became shocked until his head landed behind the driver's seat.

"You," Ervan emotion. "You were intentional, right?"

"I almost hit a cat." Tirta stroked his chest, which was shocked.

"really?" Ervan watched the situation outside. "Come down and check." His emotions had already disappeared, changing into worry.

Tirta was outside, checking the tires of the car and the cat in question. He laughed at a glance, covering his mouth with his hands, so as not to be heard.

"How's it?" asked Ervan who was still worried.

"It's okay, he ran in the bushes." Tirta drove back, without looking at the back seat.

Feel, retaliate! You nag again, I'll make, your face swollen. Haha. Tirta, as much as possible held back the laughter, which almost broke. He could die, if caught, pranking Ervan.

Ervan herself, has stopped nagging Tirta. He was busy with his cell phone, with video call ria.

"Hello, sweetheart. Have you taken a shower?"

Tirta was like wanting to vomit, her hair was goosebumps, hearing the spoiled tone from the back seat.

"It has. Where are you? Why haven't you come home?"

"I'm out of town, I'll be home tomorrow. Why do you miss me? Ooo, you miss me, don't you?"

Hmh! Sok, cute. Remember the age, sir. In the front seat, Tirta sewot himself.

"No. Why should I miss? We just split up this morning."

"Maha....." Tirta's laughter exploded, not realizing Ervan was already staring at him sharply and would give him a surprise attack.

"My dear. Don't be like that. Are you ashamed that there is Tirta?"

Tirta was grimacing in pain, her shoulders were throbbing, due to a sudden attack.

Ervan continued to video call, when they had entered the villa courtyard. There was a security guard who greeted and opened the car door. Ervan just shook his hand, then walked in.

"How's it going here?" tirta asked the security guard and the butler.

"Everything's fine. We were only shocked, because the young master suddenly came, after a year."

"Goodoo. Prepare everything, as usual."

They nodded, then dispersed, after Tirta entered the house.

Ervan was rolling on the bed, with Sarah's face on her phone.

"Are you staying at a hotel? It's like I've seen that room."

Deg.

Ervan immediately advanced her phone, until her face appeared in full screen. He did not want to spoil the atmosphere, because the wife who remembered about the past.

"really? I'm at a five-star hotel. Maybe, the paint color, looks like our room."

"alright. It does seem right. Yeah, get some rest. I'm getting dressed."

"Honey. That, me, ...."

"NO "

Tut's. The connection was cut off, Ervan shouted in frustration. It seems, Sarah already knew her point and instantly turned off her phone.

Ervan rolled her gaze. His memory is backward, to the past. When he woke up, a woman who was sitting was crying, without wearing clothes.

He was in shock, but when he remembered that night. He hit his head.

Instead of being responsible, he threw a check on Sarah.

"Ah, very stupid. Why was I so stupid, back then?" Talking alone, without shame caught cursing himself.

"wait. Come to think of it, I'm really great. Just once, straight away. Haha....."

Praise yourself, with pride. If anyone hears it, it might call it not knowing yourself. Because, I never admitted my son.

Ervan is back rolling. His mood, it's good. He then got up to take a shower and changed his clothes.

Thirty minutes passed. He looked fresh, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Still an indistinct smile, while whistling.

He left the room, still with a smile. Patting the shoulder of Tirta, who was standing on the window pane. Keep on passing, with a humming ria.

Ooo, his narcissistic attitude, relapse! Murmuring, Tirta. He kept staring at Ervan, who was sitting in front of a big screen. The man, casually taking the remote.

Look, she! What's a good thing, Dad? No, Tirta. You better not be curious. You know, right, what the ending looks like. You better get away before he calls you.

"Truth."

Die, you!! Inner Tirta, shouted furiously.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You know, I'm happy and happy. You don't want to ask why?"

No, thank you. I know, you just, wanted to show off.

"Indeed, why? Your wife says miss." Although, refusing inwardly, he still asked.

"Not that. There's something better. You know, what? I just realized. If I'm great. Haha." Ask yourself, then answer yourself, laughing proudly.

You already know, right, this is how it ends! Inner Tirta, as if to blame Tirta, who did not leave immediately, despite being warned.