Hold on or let go!

Eps 132

My bike's been pulled over on the expedition yard. If my body is fit and the condition of the matic is safe, maybe I prefer to drive it to the village. Although it should be taken for almost forty-eight hours because I will definitely take many breaks.

"Mad's forth!", I said. The expedition officer glanced at me.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"Can I send a motorcycle?"

"Can you go to Java?", he asked with a slight smile.

"Yes, um."

After negotiating and completing all the necessary documents I took a short break there.

"Eta awewe meuni gareulis pisan euy?" said the expedition officer to his colleague.

(That's a pretty girl)

I heard you mas????!!!

"Muhun A", said his friend.

(Yes A)

"Well kabogoh teu? Atuh acquaintance! Namina's unique!"

(no girlfriend, huh? Fucking dong! His name is unique)

"Moal ah, ning era"

(Why ah, shame times)

I got up from the waiting bench.

"Punten A, please noahun! Eum...urang wedding tos!", I said passed.

Both men were staring.

"Jang, manehna ngartieun, how about naon?"

"Heuh!", said his colleague.

I walked away from the expedition. Waiting for the bus headed for the city, after which I continued to the capital. And after the capital, I went straight to the airport. I booked a plane ticket for departure tonight. At least, at midnight I just got to my hometown.Given from Juanda airport to my village at least there is still something I have to travel four hours. I could've asked Lek Sarman to pick me up, but I wouldn't bother him. Especially it's midnight.

I carry my backpack. Looking for safety, I put my phone and wallet in the trousers I wear for my robe.

After nearly fifteen minutes of waiting, the bus heading into town stopped in front of me.

I chose to sit by the window. Put my bag under my feet to avoid any commotion if anyone else would sit down later. Don't forget I put on my mask, I can't stand the smell of solar.

I arrived in the capital for almost seven hours. The daytime journey was exhausting.

Azan magrib's voice resounded an hour ago. I'm looking for a public toilet to wash my face and change my sanitary napkin, don't forget! Still breathing!

Seven o'clock in five minutes, I stopped my cab heading to the airport. At exactly 9pm, my plane took off at Surabaya airport. About an hour later, my plane got there.

I took a taxi back to the station to go to my hometown.

Am I tired? Very!!!!!

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Alby represented his company-in-law to attend a meeting of investors at Marsha's company.

"Mas, I just wanted to say!"

"Whatever they say, please Alby don't put it in your heart. Let their mouths speak what! Do not get carried away by emotions. Yes mas!"

"What did they say to Sha? They who? The investors? Papa's business partner?", Alby's cerocos.

Marsha took a long breath.

"This is the business world. Must hold! Don't baper easily if you're in the same bully as those who are much more senior."

Alby's speechless. Focused behind the wheel.

"Have you also ever felt bullied by them Sha?"

"Often, but I don't want to remember it. Go right out left."

"Owh..!", just a short speech from alby's thin lips. Marsha must admit, Alby is handsome. His face was shining, probably due to frequent exposure to ablution water.

But why is his fate so bad? Even he was unable to get out of the entrapment of the host, his own in-laws.

Alby's car stopped in front of a tall, very luxurious building.

"Why is the meeting here Sha?", asked Alby.

"Because it was originally Mr. Hartama who would meet them, so it was natural to feel like meeting in a Lux place like this."

"Can I bring myself in front of them?", Alby looked at Marsha.

"I'm sure Alby is the quiet type of person. At least, answer as necessary when they ask questions that do not make Alby mas comfortable. Come down!", take Marsha.

Then they both entered the luxurious building. The two of them entered a fairly large hall, many young executives were there. Not only young, senior ones are just as numerous.

Alby suddenly felt inferior.

"It looks like my place isn't here Sha!" said Alby.

"Eh, don't dong mas. You show them that you deserve it here."

"Sha, I'm self-conscious about me ..."

"Secretary Marsha?", greet someone.

"Eh, good afternoon mister Han!", greet Marsha respectfully.

"You yourself? Where is Mr Hartama?", asked mister Han again.

"Oh no mister, I'm with Mr. Alby. Mr. Hartama's son-in-law."

Mister Han stared at Alby from head to toe. Alby who was seen like that was feeling uncomfortable.

"He's Hartama's son-in-law? wow, that's amazing!" mister Han patted Alby on the shoulder.

Alby smiled awkwardly.

"Why do you want to marry Hartama's arrogant son? Arrogant, ca*** again!"

Alby did not respond to mister Han's remarks.

"You are handsome, there must be many women who are willing to queue up to be your lover. Instead of you marrying a woman c**** like her son Mr. Hartama."

Alby squeezed his own hand. He tried to hold back his emotions as much as possible. Not because of his love for Silvy. No, he doesn't love Silvy at all!

Alby was just upset at mister Han's remark. Why is his mouth so upset! What in his eyes, c*** people are not entitled to marry?

He is a moral defect! Putting people on carelessly!

"Thank you for the compliment Mister Han! Me and Marsha go there first!" , saying goodbye to Alby while dragging Marsha away from mister Han.