CHARM SINGLE DADDY (Third Wife's Suffering 2)
CHAPTER 6 LIFE MUST GO
Kemala compresses his own cheeks in the pantry with warm water while crying. Why did the father never change from being small. Always persecuting her mother and herself.
Before long Arya and Bima approached Kemala in the pantry, they sat on a chair and saw Kemala.
“Why did your father slap your cheek? You made a mistake?” ask Arya.
She smiled faintly." It's common from my little master. My father was like that. Old wounds have not healed yet added new wounds. But it's common.”
“That's no ordinary, ye elah...! That KDRT” action furious Bima.
“But I can what mr.” He smiled and got up from his seat.
Some employees look into the pantry. Because it is not usually the boss meddling in his lower affairs what else class Kemala who only cleaning service. If they knew Kemala was the boss's target. Maybe Kemala has been hated by all employees under his Devotion Arya.
“What did you see? Work!” exclaimed Bima when he saw some curious employees peeking at the pantry.All disperse and return to work in their respective parts.
Arya accidentally saw Kemala's arm scar bruises that seemed still visible, reflexes he stood up and approached Kemala. Arya took his hand.
“This is what wound?” ask Arya. Why that night he did not pay attention to Kemala's body in detail.
Kemala reflex pulled his hand and then lowered the roll of his shirt arm to cover the bruises on his hand.
“It's okay sir. It's just a small wound. Tomorrow too will heal. Sorry I have to get back to work. Arya mamandangi Kemala out of the pantry as well as Bima.
“Sudalah. It's none of our business. This is their family business,” said Bima patted Arya's shoulder and the two returned to their respective rooms.
Arya sat in her chair and thought of the girl who had been giving her satisfaction all night. Apparently, the girl's life is not easy.
Arya picked up the phone and contacted HRD.” Hello Cynthia, please deliver CV office girl Kemala to my room.”
“For what, sir?” asked Cynthia, not usually the boss is taking care of what is not part of it.
“No need to ask much!”
“Good, sir.” Cynthia closes her cell phone connection and searches for Kemala's CV file to give to Arya.
Before long Cynthia came with a map containing CV Kemala.” Sorry sir, this is the file you requested.”
Arya took the map and opened it. Arya read through CV Kemala from name, age, last education and work experience.
Arya threw the map on the table right in front of Cynthia. “ why you gave me a low position in this office. She is a scholar and 3 years of being a reprimand in self-service.”
“Sorry, sir. But that's the only vacancy there is. And Kemala doesn't mind.”
“Alright, this is not my fragrance. But if there is a vacancy in another division that suits his field. Please just submit his name.”
“Good, sir. Then how next?”
“Ya already, just let him work as usual.”
“Good, sir. Excuse me!” Cynthia came out of Arya's room.
Arya returned to work while occasionally looking out the window, she saw several employees passing by in front of her room including Kemala who was pacing to deliver drinks with her colleagues, and saw Kemala cleaning the floor and glass.
As time went on, some of the staff members went home. Arya was also preparing to go home. But before going home he heard the sound of crying from the pantry. Slowly he settles towards the pentry and peeks at it.
Kemala sat on the floor and hid his face between his knees.
“Dad, Why Dad was always rude with Mom and Kemala. Is this Kemala not a father's son?” lirih Kemala in between her tears.
Arya let out a long sigh hearing Kemala's sadness. Poor that girl.
“You haven't come home?” arya asked suddenly and pretended not to know Kemala was crying. Arya enters the pantry and pretends to take drinking water.
Arya held out a glass of water to Kemala, and Kemala hesitated to accept it.
“Drink, I know you're disappointed in your father. But still accept the situation without hating the reality. Even if it's as bad as anything. Because basically, life has to go on.” Arya sat in the chair and pulled the other seat.
“Sit!”
Kemala sat next to Arya and drank the water. At first glance, Arya was also drinking. Kemala smiled inwardly looking at his boss from such a close distance and looked handsome.
“Yes already, Go home. Don't be alone here. I also want to go home.” Arya got up from her seat and left without seeing the look on Kemala's face.
“He who told me to sit, already sitting in the hall. Bummer!” grutu Kemala got up and washed his glass, after which he went home.
Arya smiled when she heard Kemala muttering, apparently Arya did not just leave but hid near the door. Apparently Kemala is also interested in her, like the other girls in her office. Arya also immediately stepped when she felt Kemala was about to get out of the pantry. Arya heads for the elevator while contacting Haris.
“Ris.”
“Hm!” answer Haris on his cell phone.
“All Kemala come again to hotel.”
“Heh? Edan! How to even get hooked.”
“Wes ora do geger! Mocking your part doesn't transfer!”
“Ashiap, boss! Hour 11 Items not between.”
“Hm! I go home first. Want to see the kids first.”
“Ok!” Both of them cut off their cell phone. Arya exited the elevator and headed straight for the parking lot.
Arriving at home, Arya greeted the Son who had been waiting for his return. Arya smiled as her children ran over to her.
“Papa, home? Bring ayang!”
“Heh! Holy hooch! Who is teaching!” arya asked in surprise at Zea's words.
“Oma said, Pa!”
“Oma you it really is!” Arya saw Narti laughing in the courtyard of the house.
“You laugh too,” Arya told Narti.
“Sorry sir, I reflect!” Narti was still laughing.
“Zea, Zidan! Here hug Papa first!” Arya hugged her two children and kissed them on the cheek.
“Listen! Later tonight, Papa has business. Sleep again with Madam Narti ya.”
Zea and Zidan compactly put on an annoyed face. Papa is often outside and goes home in the morning. When is the time for them
“Actually we are, Papa's son, right?” tanya Zidan looked seriously at the face of the Papa who was so skeptical of his question.
“Ya .. yes son Papa dong..!”
“Keep, why are we always at stay? We are Papa's children, not Barti's children. Madam Narti continues who accompanies us play, study, eat, keep sleeping!”
“Sorry, sir. If that one I didn't teach him.” Narti raised her Smile. He also did not believe that the two children he was raising were so critical, such as his late mother.
Arya smiled faintly at the sight of her two children. It was lately, he was so busy with his own business but, he had already made an appointment with Haris. If he aborted, how could he know more about Kemala.
