CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 69. The time enjoyed

Three days have passed. Today was a busy day for everyone. Fortunately, the weather was very sunny, as if supporting all activities.

Since that day, Zia and Alan's relationship has improved. I often exchange news and talk in the hospital. In fact, yesterday they both enjoyed dinner at a restaurant.

This morning, we saw some people pulling things out of Alan's apartment. The man, was watching him directly. In his hand, holding a cell phone. Every time it rang, he would read the incoming message with pleasure.

Ah, a week, he went to calm his heart and tried sincerely. Now he can enjoy the fruit. But, it seems, he must thank someone who has been willing to break through his apartment. The iceberg, who seemed to have made a single favor for him.

"Honeymoon, the honeymoon. Should I turn off the phone?"

Alan clucked in annoyance. It had been three days, Ervan could not be contacted. Despite the phone call, the man would not pick her up. He only sent a short message, not wanting to be disturbed.

Alan's apartment, it looks back on its original appearance. The people who had taken out the things, had already said goodbye. He sat down and spread his eyes.

"Ah, finally!" Take a deep breath."

Alan snatched his white coat, on the couch. It's almost too late to work. At the door, Zia was ready to knock.

"You're coming?"

"I want to go with you."

Alan immediately pulled Zia's hand. Walk in the elevator together.

When asked, Zia's feelings. In fact, he was also confused, with their relationship, which was intertwined just like running water. Neither Alan, nor himself, expressed their feelings at all. Although, Zia knew how Alan felt about her.

Like a couple, generally. They eat dinner, go to the movies, even go for a walk. But, to say love, the two have not said anything.

"You carry a lot of bags" said Alan, who opened the car door for his girlfriend.

"Oh, here's a bag for you and here's for me."

Alan smiled widely. He put on his seat belt and started the engine.

"Why bother, we can eat dikantin? I don't want you to be tired before work."

"It's okay. I like to cook, while I'm doing it."

"Thank you."

The car came out of the basement, headed for the highway. Alan was silent, focused on traffic. Even though his brain, a little thought of something else.

What if I propose to her? Isn't it too fast? But, in hindsight, our relationship is very unclear. Did I just give him a surprise?

Well, just like that, Alan muttered, unheard by Zia.

"What about my things?"

"It's done. The money has been transferred. I'll give it to you later in the day, 'cause I haven't had time."

"Goodoo. I'm glad to hear that. You don't have to give the money, from the beginning I gave it to the CEO. But, he gave it to you, so it's yours."

"How could it be, it's yours."

"I don't need it."

"Then we'll have dinner."

"Hahaha, I can."

In a different place, someone who makes one good by accident. Still lounging on the bed. Three days, he spent in the village. Take a walk, see the bustle in the stands. Enjoy the view and breathe fresh air. Sometimes, they go to the tomb, to make pilgrimages. In the afternoon, Ervan will sit under a tree, enjoy a cup of coffee and fried bananas. He felt at home here, even looked like a local.

Not only that, he helped Sarah clean the front yard, grow vegetables and fruit. Sometimes, come to the river to see people who catch fish. But, that kind of activity, just once, Ervan did. Not without reason, because it turns out many girls, spend the day on the river by bathing or washing clothes.

When he came home, he protested to Sarah.

"Why are they bathing in the river? Don't they have water at home?"

"Have. But, in the river, we can chat with friends and neighbors."

"You also bathe and wash in the river?"

"Yes. When I was a kid until school, I used to bathe in the river, with my friends."

Ervan did not answer, as if he was upset.

"Hmm," Ervan answered briefly. "hugs."

Sarah, let Ervan rise soon. The hugging, kissing, which took almost half an hour.

Ervan gets up, to take a shower. Sarah had already prepared clothes for her husband. Fortunately, he did not need to pack clothes, because Ervan said he would store their clothes here. At times, they come again.

Both of them, sitting at the dining table. There is only fried rice, with eggs and fried chicken milk on top. A glass of warm tea, to be a complement.

"What is my hard work, already fruitful?"

"fruited? What's?" Sarah continued eating.

"Are you pregnant?"

Uhuk, uhuk. Sarah choked, directly grabbing the white water. For only three days, he locked her in a room, consecutively every night. Is it going to be that fast?"

"It can't be that fast. Ah, nevermind. Eat up fast."

"Oh, yeah. I used to only do it once."

Sarah does not respond, because their conversation will be long and can make her return threatened to fail.

Sarah was already sitting in the car, waiting for Ervan to lock the door and close the fence.

"You want to come by the impeachment?" asked Ervan who had started the car engine.

"Later. I'd like to come with the little one."

"alright. Come on, go."

Journey began. Ervan talks more, asks this that, which is not really important. Sarah answered only, to dispel boredom.

Drt drt.

Sarah picked up the phone. Set in speake, r mode so that she and her husband can hear it.

"Where are you?" A very familiar voice, even the owner of the voice who often calls them without knowing the time.

"walked. Wh why? You lonely?" Ervan's laughter sounded mocking.

"Huh." Tirta sighed. "Go home. Alan is now calling me."

"Why? Is he still angry?"

"Not that. She and Zia's doctor are dating."

There was no sound of laughter, which Ervan used to throw. The man, looking confused, had to respond. Because it was too sudden and did not understand, the storyline.

"Aren't they hostile?"

"Just go home, I'll tell you. You're also why your phone, always dead, won't even reply to my messages!"

"I'm making a baby."

Tut's. Tirta just turned off the phone. Ervan grunting.

"Why did you tell him that?"

"Why?" Ervan asked back. "Not wrong, is it? I'm not lying either, yes. Kan!"

You are, indeed, not lying. But, did it have to say that to Tirta? Sarah wanted to scream. But, he was detained, because he was lazy to argue.

Their journey is still long and Ervan is still telling stories. Sarah was just listening. Sometimes I respond when asked.

Ervan stopped in front of the seller, by the roadside. They sell freshly picked corn and rambutan fruit.

"Sweet," said Sarah who tried rambutan fruit. Then, open the skin for Ervan.

"really. Sweet."

The journey back continued, with rambutan fruit as a snack.