COUPLE OF CHOICES

Photo in the Workspace .

" Fuck, can I do something stupid like this, the bigger the head will be this arrogant guy. " My guman.

Dddrrrttt dddrrr ...

The banyan vibration tones the call on the mobile phone mas Tama rang, making her have to release her hug on my body and stand facing the window to receive the call .

Luckily the universe was siding with me right now, seeing the opportunity I had immediately picked up my bag on my nightstand and my shoes lying on the floor.

I rushed as fast as I could down the stairs, towards the main door and immediately went out of sight of Mas Tama before she ended her phone .

Huoh ...

Huoh ...

Huoh ...

Huoh ...

I reorganized my breathing when I managed to get out of the second-floor luxury apartment owned by mas Tama .

With breath still panting and pain in my head that never goes away, I enter the elevator to immediately go to the floor where my apartment is located.

I immediately crumpled my ideal body on a big size soft mattress that has always been my most comfortable place after a day of activities .

The pain in my head did not go away, I tried to call Dina to buy me painkillers and food for my snacks.

📱 Calling Mbak Dina 📱

connect ...

tit ...

tit ...

arse .." Hello to Dina . " My words are lethargic.

" Yes what's wrong mom ? why is my mother's voice like that ? is mom sick ? " there was a voice mbak Dina from across the phone looked anxious.

" em .. Can I go to my apartment ? please bring me painkillers and food for my snack yes mbak " . Tell me about Dina.

" Good ma'am, I'm going there right away" replied Mbak Dina quickly.

Without having to ask any questions mbak Dina has known what food should be bought, because mbak Dina has understood what are my favorite and my dislike.

" Thank you mbak . " Say me.

Tit ...

phone connection disconnected.

While waiting for Dina's mother to arrive, I tried to close both my eyes hoping that the pain that had stopped in my head was soon quiet and did not come back again .

I remember coming out of Tama's room in a photo that made me not believe I saw her. Since when did he collect all those photos, I grew suspicious of mas Tama why he got that soon to marry me .

◾ Flashback On ◾

I walked quickly with my hands holding my shoes, down the stairs and my steps came to a halt while in front of the room where the wide open door was located right in front of the stairs, what I guessed was mas Tama's workspace.

Somehow my legs led me to immediately enter the room, my eyes glanced up to make sure Tama mas did not come down from above. I quickly entered a room full of bookshelves neatly arranged complete with a very bright light bulb and minimalist furniture at fantastic prices and not to forget a large photo frame with a face handsome and his athletic body attached to the wall, photos of who else if not mas Tama.

I stood next to the chair located in the middle of the room. I was surprised when I saw some photos in the bingaki, one of the photos of the late Marissa who seemed to smile sweetly with a knee-length dress wrapped in mint.

I looked at the other photo on the table.

" How did Mas Tama get this photo ? " Say me slowly.

My gaze scattered when I heard the voice of mas Tama from above who realized I had run away from his presence.

I quickly ran out of the room to the main door and managed to get out before Tama saw me.

◾ Flashback off ◾

" who exactly are you? "

" what do you want from me? "

" Can I put my heart on a cold man like him. consciously Dhira ... realized dong ... There are still many other men, do not ever want to be Bucin (Slave of Love) dong. aaaahhhli siaalll ... "

I monologued myself, beating the pillow that I made my feelings that began to put my heart on the figure of mas Tama.

Czech ...

Door open sound ...

" Mommy, is mom okay ? " Tanya mbak Dina on me .

I nodded slowly at Ms. Dina.

" this mother took her medicine first. "mbak Dina gave me painkillers and a glass of water in her sodor right on me .

" Thank you very much mbak. sorry so ngerepoti mbak Dina . " Say me to the mbak Dina who looks like she's putting a medium-sized pizza and fruit salad on the nightstand right next to my bed.

" it's my responsibility to accompany mom wherever she is if I'm in need right." said Dina with a smile.

" What kind of child ? is my husband not angry about coming here ? isn't it work hours anymore ? " many me on mbak Dina a little worried considering the day has shown at 19: 45 wib.

" Don't think about me mom . important at this time mom can soon be healthy, work a lot of mom I can't handle all of it without mom. " Answer Dina held the back of my hand to encourage me.

I smiled at Ms. Dina, lucky to have a good-hearted personal secretarial can even be my place to ask a lot of things outside of work. I do feel like I've clipped with Dina, though, in addition to her painstaking work and discipline she also always reminds me of her kindness and that I salute her as well mbak Dina this she never left her obligations as a creature of HER creation, NYA, even when we have a schedule out of town that sometimes does not allow it to stop at the mosque even mbak Dina live it in a car or plane, or even in a plane, how obedient he was to the creator sometimes made me ashamed.

" Mommy ? may I ask ? " Tanya mbak Dina doubt .

" emm .. sure, just ask mbak . " Answer me.

" Are mom and dad getting married soon ? " Tanya Dina slowly looked at me.

I who was sipping a drink choked to spill a little water that had entered my mouth.

" Mom .. slow down his drinking . "said mbak Dina immediately stood up and patted my shoulder softly .

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