Hello, Ex

Chapter 41

Elsewhere the Word who had just finished talking with Mr. Samsul immediately moved away. Furthermore, he intends to tell Salma about the right price proposed by Mr. Samsul.

The man could only lower his price by ten million. Even so, Mr. Samsul has given him a bonus of one matic motorbike that he usually uses his wife's wife.

The plan, if indeed Salma matches the price. As soon as Sabda will go to the notary office to take care of the trading contract with Pak Samsul.

However, Salma seemed to be hindering his intentions. The woman was hard to contact. She had tried to contact him fifteen times over the phone. But not immediately answered by Salma.

"Did you still send Ody?" He muttered while looking at the clock that was coiled on the wrist. But it feels impossible because it has shown at half-nine. That means, in Java it has passed from half-eight.

Word did not lose his way, he tried to contact Biyan, an employee at the Cinnamon tavern. Luckily the man's number was still on the call log. So he could ask Salma's whereabouts to the man.

As with Salma, the man was so difficult to contact. Word gave up waiting for Salma to contact him first. He distracts her by playing games on his phone.

Ten minutes passed, while Sabda was busy playing the game. Biyan. The word immediately answered Biyan's call. Without further ado he immediately threw a question at Biyan.

"See Salma no, Yan? I didn't call her number up."

"Mak Ma is there, Mas. It looks like it's in Aruni's room. How's it? Shall I call you?" Tawar Biyan who understood the tone of the Word.

"Yes. Hurry yeah!" Request Word. A moment later he only heard the sound of Biyan's footsteps. It seemed like the man was walking towards Aruni's room.

"Bak Ma, wanted by Mas Sabda, he called me!"

There is no word whatsoever that the Word can hear at this time. He could only hear Biyan's voice.

"Mama Ma! This is Mas Sabda Nungguin!"

The word that heard that could only sigh violently, Aruni yes period is more important than him. It was very upset when he found out he was at number two.

Before long there was a sound of steps, then a noise greeted the hearing of the Word. The man waited for Salma to speak, he needed an explanation for his call that Salma had ignored.

"What did you do to Runi?!"

"You fucked her, didn't you?!"

The accusation caused the Word heartache. His hands are strong mobile phones. "Astaghfirullah, I pray for five times if my behavior is rich!" Deny Word. "Why do you accuse me?! You still don't believe me? You think I'm messing around with this wedding of ours?" The word is carried away by emotion. It was painful when Salma no longer believed him.

"Why is nyolot that?! I'm just asking!" salma said with an angry tone.

"No! You accuse me! From your voice I'm sure you still don't believe me! Is it hard to trust me? You still think I'm gonna do you!" The word expresses its annoyance.

"Mas! That buni's pregnant, and I don't know who's nagging her."

Sabda shook his head, his lips smiling wryly. "Why do you accuse me of doing it? Do you have any evidence?"

"I'm not accusing you, I'm just asking!"

"Salma, if you want to know the truth, you should ask Aruni not me. You see for yourself, every night I sleep with you guys, can you say, 'what am I doing to Runi? What do you want me to do? It turns out you think I'm that low!" because his emotions were uncontrollable the Word just cut off the call. He did not want to get more emotional and let out dirty sentences that might hurt Salma's feelings.

The Word tries to take a place to calm down. Just a few minutes into Salma's words, the walkie talkie in her pocket rang. Sabda was asked to come to the mosque because one of the operators in its shade was in trouble.

Yes, usually in times of heavy rain like this, the large mosque in the middle of the mining land was switched functions, becoming a shelter for heavy equipment operators.

Sabda drove his Toyota Hilux, towards the mosque. He wants to know what happened there. And it turns out, just a trivial problem, which he thinks can be resolved personally why should he call her.

The word that needed to vent emotions almost collided with one of the other foremen. No one wants to budge, they both defend the operator that is guided. Lucky can be broken by his partner, until the problem is resolved properly. Although the other party did not accept when he saw the face of the Word that was still terrible.

A day feels very long for the Word, heavy rain that comes all the time makes many operators just fall asleep in the mosque foyer, they seem to be enjoying a holiday together. In contrast to the Word, countless times had he observed his phone, checked the incoming messages, unfortunately none of them had been sent by Salma.

At work, it was late afternoon. The word arrived at the mess at seven p.m. Before entering the bathroom, Sabda tried to look at her phone again. No message sent by Salma.

"Even he knew he was wrong. But neither did he apologize," he murmured as he took off his shirt preparing to take a shower. Inwardly, Sabda was determined, before hearing Salma apologize she was reluctant to contact the woman.