Doctor ASHA And KOMPOL BIMASENA

Wrongly Assessing People

Love In Silence Part 2

By Sept

"Hows it? Is it good for Asha's cooking, sir?"

Asha was so confident, when the bushel he brought was now spent by Mr. Han. Beloved father of Asha. The 50-year-old man was a senior employee at one of the SOEs.

Mr. Han was one of the senior employees who was already like an elder there. He is the oldest officer there. The year has also started to retire.

"Yes already ... Asha back, sir. Stop by the bookstore. There's a new book just published."

"Asha!" call Mr. Han.

Asha turned his head, he saw his father even stretched out three pieces of red money a hundred thousand.

"Asha has money, sir! Asha's pocket money is still plenty."

Mr. Han nodded slowly. "Take Asha, make the Asha peace treaty too!"

Asha's lips instantly expanded, she timidly grabbed the one from her father.

"Thank you, my dear father!" he said while hugging Mr. Han.

Mr. Han also rubbed the head of Asha covered with hijab. Gently, he rubbed his third daughter's head fondly. Asha was the last, most spoiled, sweetest, and closest child to her father.

Than Weni's mother, her mother's name was Asha. This was because Weni's mother was busy. He was the principal of all the top high schools in the city. Weni's mother's schedule was very tight. Asha often had less time with her mother.

Instead, Asha was closer to her father. The father who was like his own friend.

"Yes already. Asha back, sir!"

Asha brought her face closer, then kissed the back of Mr. Han's hand. The two looked close, looking at each other with loving gazes. Making the person across the room, who had been observing since earlier mengedumel unclear.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim ... young is already a mistress!" gerutu Haris's.

He then peeked back, saw again Mr. Han rubbed Asha's cheek. Though Mr. Han was tidying a strand of Asha's hair that came out of his hijab.

Get more Haris. The branch manager suddenly riled up on his own. I don't like the office as an inappropriate place.

Haris is the new manager, he doesn't know who Asha is. He just thought that Asha was a real woman. Shame about the hijab. But minus behavior. Like Julia's man, Haris was talking about Asha.

***

Tomorrow. Like yesterday, but this time it's a little late afternoon. The sky started late in the evening. Asha came back to the bank. As soon as Mr. Han left the bank, Asha immediately approached his father. Asha swayed spoiled at the figure of the man who was not young.

"Astaghfirullah!" pekik Haris was in the car. He wanted to go out to find something. Haris wondered why the two were making out in public.

"The world is turned upside down. The shame is no longer there!" chirp Haris while rewinding his car. For some reason, he became annoyed at the behavior that he considered inappropriate.

Sometimes people believe what they see. As if it was a fact that must have been true. Sometimes what looks like is not what it seems.

As of now, Haris had already drawn the wrong conclusion. She thought Asha was a girl who loved money. Hence the struggle on the man who fits to be his father.

"God ... Why am I thinking about that girl? Ishi!"

Haris is also driving his pajero again. Leaving the bank area.

***

In another place.

Sukabumi, the night is getting darker. Bimasena just got back from base. All night, he could not sleep. He lay with his eyes still awake. Look at the ceiling of the room with uneasiness.

At 3am. Bimasena, or Bima his familiar call awakens. He looked around. There were only the sounds of crickets and other night animals.

The man got off the bed, was silent for a moment. Then go get some water wudhu. Bima who is restless in her heart. Grudging from emptiness, he chose to complain to his Lord.

In one third of the night, the figure of a sturdy and tall man also held a prayer mat. Bima wants to tell the Creator. About his worried heart, about the feeling that suddenly felt empty.

Such is the daily life of Bimasena, on the sidelines of his duties as a state servant. The young, valiant, and mighty man did not forget his Creator.

***

Jakarta

Already several times Asha went back and forth to the bank. And when he ate with his father, Haris also always watched from the window of his study.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Han had the heart of his old wife!"

Haris is still suudzon. He was angry, unclear. Cynically then closed the window curtain.

Until a few weeks later. Asha was never seen in the bank. Curious, every lunch hour, Haris always peek.

"Where is the girl?"

Curious when it was late afternoon. When the time came home, Haris deliberately asked the security guard at the bank.

"Sir, Mr. Han's young wife hasn't been here in a long time?"

The forehead of the bank security was also shriveled. Since when did their manager become fond of ghibah. Pak Han asked the young wife. Which young wife. Since when did Mr Han get married again?

'Pak Han married again?' think the security guard.

"Sorry Mr. Haris. Which Han sir do you mean?"

"Yes Greetings! There's only one here called Han!" cetus Haris suddenly rose in blood.

"But Mr. Han never married again? I know his wife is one."

Replace Haris' fused forehead and eyebrows.

"Father didn't know? His young wife who was .. who was often friendly with Mr. Han!"

"What not-don't-don't cheating? Abaghfirullahaladzim!" add a day while shaking your head.

"Huh? Brother Asha? Who often comes with food?"

"Well that!" sela Haris is enthusiastic.

The guard immediately smiled.

"It's not his wife, sir."

"Huh? Not the wife .... An affair? Then ... what?"

The security guard could only shake his head to see how Haris had misunderstood Asha and Pak Han.

"No, Sir! That's Ma'am Asha. Mr. Han's third daughter."

JPW ...

Mother nyess ...

Somehow, someone suddenly burst into the vines through the blood vessels and directly into his heart.