CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 62. Misguided

In the morning, Ervan and Tirta were already in one of his company's branches. A year later, he just set foot again. During this time, he had only asked his subordinates to come visit, seeing the condition of the company.

Ervan went around, checking the factory and the office. Not only, physically the building, but also financial data and production data, for a year. Although, he received reports, every month. But he still wanted to check it out for himself.

When they finished, they both sat in the room. Ervan sat in his great chair, Tirta himself sat on the sofa, to rest.

"What time?"

Tirta sighed. Why is Ervan fucking, so hard to see his own watch? Did his hands become heavy?

No, Tirta, that's not it. You don't see, he's just lazy and takes the brisk walk, by asking you. Tirta's mind gave an explanation.

"Hour eleven. Why?"

"Have you told the driver?"

"It has. They're waiting for us."

"All right, order me lunch. Tell them to have lunch before they leave. I don't want to stop, on the way later."

"You want to eat, what?"

"Whatever, what matters is good."

Tirta nodded, before leaving. He grabbed his phone, first. Order the menu according to his taste, because Ervan answers it's up to you. He went down to meet the driver, who would lift things.

"You guys have lunch, first." Tian gave me some money.

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't forget, buy mineral water to travel."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

Tian went back in, he asked the receptionist to take his food order and drop him off at the CEO's room.

"Where's the food?" asked Ervan, who saw Tirta coming empty-handed.

"Hey, I just ordered. Where possible, come that fast."

"It's usually fast, when I'm hungry, the food's on the table."

"You think this is your house!"

Tirta sat back down. Pretending, did not see Ervan who was sitting on the sofa, in front of him.

"Tirta, I was curious. Lately, you've been very sensitive. You're not possible, come the moon. Then, what?"

Tirta. Is he testing me? He is the source of the problems and burdens in my heart.

Like the fruit simalakama, honest wrong, lying is wrong. The only way, in silence, shuts his mouth tightly.

Tirta pretended to play her phone, not wanting to answer Ervan's question, which she herself did not know, what the answer was.

"Don't you have a boyfriend, Tirta? And I'm interrupting your date schedule?"

I don't know what genie, who possessed Ervan today. He was curious for mercy and he would not stop, before getting an answer.

Tirta herself, put down her phone. If the iceberg keeps asking, until night, he will wait for the answer.

"You want to know?" Ervan nodded, with her innocent face, which the pretentious did not understand. "Because I'm tired."

That's all, the most appropriate answer right now. If he speaks honestly, he knows how it ends.

"Curtain! You tired of what? You're just driving around, driving around doing nothing. " Ervan leaned back by folding both of her hands. "Look at me! I'm tired of thinking about everything, the company, Alan and of course, my beloved wife. Haha ..... Ah, I miss him."

The vow. Tirta was eager to throw something in Ervan's face. He thought driving wasn't tired, plus he had to walk around. Because of the many orders he received. Not to mention, hearing her emotionally draining tirade.

If it's his salary, don't make him think twice. Maybe he resigned a long time ago.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Come in" cried Tirta.

Two female employees, carrying two large packs of food and mineral water.

"You ordered my favorite food, right?" asked Ervan who opened the package.

Tirta did not answer. He's still guided, with the word whatever. That word, will be the answer, when Ervan protests later.

Fried chicken, fried fish, plus sambal, white rice, stir-fried kale and spicy seasoned salted fish, Tirta's favorite.

"Where's my food?" ervan asked again, because on the table, all Tirta's tastes.

"You don't see this much food." Tirta had taken the salted fish.

"This is all your taste. I don't like greasy, spicy food."

"You, right, say whatever. Yeah, it's up to you. What matters is, everything's good." Chew, Tirta enjoys sauteing kale and sambal.

"I'll get another one." Ervan is back in his seat.

"good. But wait for me to finish. Ah, I just remembered, all the food here, almost the same as the menu. You want some boiled chicken?"

Ervan got back up, snatched her white rice. Take fried chicken and stir-fry kale. He looked at Tirta, who enjoyed the salted fish and grilled fish.

"What's delicious?" asked the curious Ervan and swallowed his saliva.

"Of course, if it doesn't taste good, how could I eat it."

Ervan took one salted fish. Tasting it on the tip of the tongue. A little salty, spicy but sweet. Very suitable with kale stir fry.

Eating, both focused, without talking to each other. Just the sound, the sound of spoons, and the sound of people chewing.

Tirta paused for a moment, noticing Ervan who was picking up the salted fish. The man, left his fried chicken and took Tirta's favorite food.

"Hows it? Delicious, right?"

"It's normal."

Look her! This haughty, already spent two servings of salted fish, even the spice is not left. Still saying, ordinary.

Hopefully, you're hypertensive! That salted fish, will curse you!

Tirta drank the mineral water, then rose to wash his hands. Ervan himself, still looking for grilled fish meat, which began to leave bones. The white rice is finished, and so is the vegetable.

"Fish the burn, it's good, right? Moreover, wear sambal."

Why do you keep asking? Although, he spent it a pot, he would not confess. You don't believe it? Inner, Tirta who always interrupts.

"I ate it, because there was nothing else."

Don't we? When are you gonna, stop being stupid? You already know, his nature, but still, made a mistake.

Tirta was confused too. He already knows, Ervan how. But, he still wanted, to hear the man's honesty.

Ervan is done, he drinks water, then burps. He got up, to wash his hands.

Tirta cleaned the food wrapper, dumped it in the trash. Two bottles of mineral water, he took.

"Come," asked Ervan, who was already wearing her suit.

"Where?"

"home. You want to stay here?"

"Hey, my food, hasn't even reached its destination yet. You're already leaving. You want me to puke on the way."

"You can sit in the car. What's the difference, sitting here? After all, your food will still reach its destination." Ervan had already walked away, leaving Tirta.

Though, just now Tirta will answer it. You're just sitting sweet, but I have to drive and be your loyal listener.

For a long time, I will find a driver for him, so that my burden will decrease.

On the night, the driver and two of his men are ready. They too, together departed. With Tirta's car, lead the way.

Alan, somehow you guess later, when you get home. I hope your blood pressure stays normal.