Gendis, Love on the Brink of Boundaries

Duties Sucks

"We're packing the important stuff first, Ndis." said Bram when they were both putting in some stuff to pack.

"This what? I think I'll just keep it in." Gendis pushes a box containing sheets of Bram photos of the past with his friends and Seruni.

"Picture only, dear. Don't be jealous, dong!" goda Bram made Gendis flick her lips showing a taste of spruce.

"Nobody is jealous!" continued Gendis.

"Mas, save it?" bram asked while glancing at Gendis. It was the story of his youth.

"Save it!" lirih Gendis while keeping busy packing things.

"Honey, Mas, keep it not because it's with Seruni. But, because of the activities that Mas has been through." explained Bram as he approached Gendis.

"Ah, it's finally over! Now it's Mas Bram's turn to take him to the car." exclaimed Gendis by wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Come, Mas! There is still a lot of work waiting." continued Gendis then stepped out of front of the closet and Bram's book.

Some of their belongings are already in a new home. Tomorrow is their transfer event, even Bu Aaron will stay at his son's new house.

Gendis laid her body on the sofa, from paddy till noon she had not rested at all. His gaze now glared, recalling some of Bram's belongings. He felt that it was not that easy for someone to resolve the feelings that had been for many years.

"While I'm just a new person forced into Mas Bram's life. But, completing a marriage is also not as easy as completing a relationship without God's share." Gendis monologues with her own feelings.

His love feeling seemed to demand him to be able to have Bram completely. But, his mind was still swayed in doubt.

"Ndis.." call Bram softly, when you see Gendis lying on the sofa. He knew his wife must be very tired. His steps slowly approached, to make Gendis look.

"Bring Siomay, you must be hungry too" said Bram made Gendis rise, the girl stared at the plastic opposition that now put Bram on the table.

"I haven't eaten siomay for a long time" said Gendis eagerly making Bram smile thinly.

This was their first time eating inside the room, Gendis occasionally glanced at Bram. She realized, no matter how hard the character of the man who is now her husband, Bram can indeed be said to be the type of person who is full of understanding.

"I saw only books on politics and state governance, why did Mas Bram not go into that field?" asked Gendis while chewing her food.

"I don't want to live quietly with my family" Bram replied. Gendis just nodded.

"Tomorrow do you want to study what?" Bram asked back.

"The law? Like Mr Hastanto?" bram continued when Gendis did not answer.

"don't know. Boga times, let Mas Bram be Fat." replied Gendis. Both of them laughed. The ridiculous answer that was thrown from his wife made Bram almost choke. That's Gendis, a little silly, quiet if pampered, spoiled, and dissident.

"I'm going to shun Maths." continued Gendis.

"It looks like basic math still exists, Ndis." said Bram made Gendis pursed his lips.

The light chatter between them did not feel like they were planning their next life. Bram just said he doesn't want Gendis to work, he just wants his wife to focus on their children.

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On a highway that is quite blazing Ambar feels his life is turned upside down by his big boss.

"Ah, why is he so sensitive!" ambar murmured as he stopped being red-lighted. The girl is now in charge of delivering lunch to Zayn. In fact, soon he has to go to campus and can not be late.

Since working part time, Ambar has indeed stopped following campus activities. Financial problems in her family left the girl desperately lightening her papa burden.

Ambar turned his motorbike in the car lined area in the front parking lot. He thought only briefly because it was too complicated if the bike was parked in the back according to the rules written on the board.

"Mbak-Mak, the bike is put in the back!" said security chasing Ambar who will enter the multi-storey building.

"Just a second! Please just for a minute!" ambar replied still continuing his hasty steps.

"Can't be, Ma'am." chase security until Ambar passes through the main door that opens automatically.

The girl did not care, she approached the table where a woman in a work shirt was sitting there.

"Sir, what floor is Mr Zayn's room?" tanya Ambar looks grusuk grasak.

"What do you need? Have you made an appointment?" continue the Woman.

"I brought a lunch order for Mr. Zayn." continued Ambar while looking around.

"The bike's master moved to the back first!" said security earlier who is now beside Ambar.

"Sir, you can leave Mr. Zayn's lunch, so I'll call Mr. Zayn's assistant to pick it up." said the female employee.

"Astagfirullah why is everything making things difficult for me anyway?" muttered Ambar a little annoyed. He also went back and forth looking at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. Ambar was afraid of being late for class, because his lecturer this time was really a killer.

Zayn who had just stepped out of the elevator saw a small commotion in his office lobby. The purple veiled girl instantly made him recognize who was coming.

The long step approached three people who were now involved in the debate.

"What's this?" his tan sounded cold to the point of making the three go silent for a moment.

"I brought Mr. Zayn's lunch." said Ambar, showing him the paperbag in his hand.

"Follow me!" zayn followed Ambar.

The girl wearing a floral blouse combined with a long skirt in line with the color of her hijab entered the elevator. A special elevator for Zayn and his assistant.

"No need for lyrics! He's just an employee of the restaurant." Zayn scolds when he sees Raka stealing a glance towards Ambar.

Ambar is beautiful, his calm face does make anyone will be fascinated. Except for the man who's already in love with that man's wife.

"Sorry, sir." replied Raka wrongly, she did not expect that her boss who looked straight in front noticed her.

The elevator opened the three of them walked towards the room of the number one person in this office building.

"Prepare your lunch at the table!" point Zayn at the table with the luxury sofa by the window.

"But I'm in charge of delivering lunch instead of serving Mr. Zayn's lunch" protested Ambar who felt Zayn was overrated.

Zayn who had just taken off his suit greeted sharply at the round-faced girl. Ambar's reply made him feel rebutted by his employees.

"If you still want to work, do it. Unless you agree to resign." threatened Zayn, upsetting Ambar. If only he could find a much better job than the rancid boss's restaurant, he would choose to resign.

But, only the "DeJaVu' resto can give a decent salary and time leeway so that he can attend college as usual.

Ambar prepares Zayn's lunch before he returns home. But, his task was not completed today, having to do it a whole month to make up for his mouth which could not be conditioned.