Hold on or let go!

Eps 19's

"Bik.bibik!", cried Silvy from the dining room. Mila who was chatting with Alby was excited to approach her employer's son.

"Yes non, what's the matter?", asked Mila.

"Bik Mila, I want to have breakfast of white rice in ketchup! Hunt!", orders Silvy.

"Well non, a minute!", said Mila. He rushed to the kitchen to make Silvy's request.

Not until five minutes, what Silvy asked was in front of him.

"Why are you out of the morning Bik?", asked Silvy.

"Already non. From seven!", replied Mila.

"Anyway A Alby? She's in the office too?"

"Neither, Alby is behind."

"Why not go to the same office papa?"

"Kan the Alby mah emang non silvy pick-up anther."

"Oh..so in her house from the morning? Waiting for that Silvy?"

Mila didn't answer just.

Not waiting for it, but commanding it! If it's halfway to the office suddenly ask for antherin to the campus, bother right???

"Yes.kan Alby did not know the schedule of non Silvy to campus!"

Silvy nodded then continued his breakfast.

"That's it, excuse me non."

Silvy just nodded slowly. But not far away Mila stepped, Silvy called her.

"Ntar call A Alby into the living room. When I'm done eating!"

Mila assented with a nod.

"By, I'll tell you to meet non Silvy in the living room."

"Why do you have tea? Didn't he go to college?"

"Geo know, maybe it's noon to the campus."

Alby plays his glass on the table.

"Will I go home to tea! Really, I don't like rich situations."

"Do not grusa grusu By. We all know what Mr. Hartama looks like."

"It's better you discuss the same wife and mother By. Faced with the Hartama master was.ngga kidding lah!", Mila also sat in front of Alby. Sapto's mang speech was quite ringing in his head.

"Solat istikharah Jang. God willing to give the same answer to God's Gusti."

Alby nodded. The points in the travel letter that Mr. Hartama made were very burdensome for Alby.

"Bibik ...!", Silvy's voice screeching from inside the mother house.

"Jang, samperin non Silvy in the living room. Face everything! Bismilah ya By!", Mila patted the shoulder of the thirty-year-old man.

With a little laziness, Alby met Silvy in the living room.

"Tech Mila, non silvy call me?", asked Alby. Silvy who was playing his phone raised his head.

"Yes. Wh why? Mind it?", asked Silvy with his voice of judges.

"Sorry non, don't mind. Can I help you?", asked Alby politely.

Silvy smiled faintly.

"Gue told you yesterday, I love Lo! I want to, you marry me!"

Alby shook his head in wonder.

"I'm sorry, but I don't mean to reject you. But you know, I'm a married man. I'm just your driver! There are still a lot of men who deserve to be with you."

"But ..gue wants Lo!", checkmate Silvy. After that, he got up from the sofa approaching Alby who was standing but did not dare to look at his master.

Suddenly, Silvy kisses Alby's lips quickly and then immortalizes them on his smartphone.

Alby is shocked and spontaneously pushes Silvy. The girl also staggered back.

"Awwww!", screeched Silvy.

"Sorry.sorry non, I didn't mean to hurt you" Alby's hand grabbed Silvy's waist.

"Lo has disappointed me! I guarantee you after this, you'll be satisfied!", Silvy pointed at Alby's face with emotion. With Silvy limped up the stairs to his room.

Alby rubbed his face rough. For others, it may be a gift to be kissed by a girl. But not for Alby, in addition to his sinful sense he also felt passionate about his wife.

"Astaghfirullah!", Alby squeezed his hair. Still with an expression that was hard to describe, Alby walked towards the back again.

"Kunaon Jang?", asked Mila.

"Teh!", Alby capped his hands on his face.

The confused Mila patted Alby on the shoulder.

"What's up?", Mila repeated the question.

With treatment, Alby explained the incident he had just experienced with his miss.

Mila tea was also quite dumbfounded hearing the story from alby. Just hearing that made Mila concerned.

"After this, surely Mr. Hartama will not remain silent By!", Mila rubbed the man's shoulders.

Both of them were silent with their own thoughts. In the middle of his 'home' , Alby's phone rings. Alby and Mila glanced at the name that called out.

"Mr Hartama?", muttered both. Then look at each other.

"Just say by. Face everything patiently !"

With a slight tremble, Alby picked up the phone from his employer.

[You, get ready to accept the consequences of Alby]

Hartama's voice sounded so emotional.

[Tu.tuan..me.].

[Waiting for me at home!]

The phone connection was immediately cut off.

"Tea!", Alby's voice shook.

"Please be patient Jang."

Mila tries to calm Alby down as much as she can. Not forgetting to give him a glass of water.

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I stopped my matic motorcycle. I am going to the market this afternoon to buy food. This morning Febri gave money for a week's shopping. Of course not for free. He gave me a menu of food. Anything he wants to order for the next week. For a moment, I felt like a wife who was living for family food shopping. But again I try to think positively, at least I can help Febri mas and also channel my cooking hobby.

I chose some materials that I will execute in the next five days.

On the way home, a car kept me glazed. I stopped my motor too. I saw the car that was bothering me. It turns out, Mas Febri and Kang Cecep are in the car.

"Neng Bia!", call Cecep.

"Eh.yes.kang Cecep."

I smiled pleasantries.

"Where's neng?", asked Cecep.

"Shopping at the kang market. Make a stock, order your commander!", I pointed at Febri with my chin a little me movement.

Cecep turned to his commander who was behind the wheel.

"Let me take the car with me" bidar Cecep.

"Nega ngga kang. It's not hard either", I refused.

"Don't refuse! Take a cep!", orders Febri.

"Punten ya Neng!", Cecep also took a sack of rice and a large bag of friction on my motorbike.

"Eh..kay...ngga....!"

My word is not in gubris. This is all about Febri. Cecep only served the orders of his commander, the temporary commander more precisely.

"Wes toh nduk. Angel kie dalane's. Mberke ae in gowo car. Grandma, Cecep take your bike. Koe mrene, Melu mas wae."

(It's already nduk. Difficult is the way. Let's get a car. If not, Cecep bring your bike. You come here, come with me)

"Descending!", I rode my motorbike immediately darted leaving the two gallant men.

"Eling or Ndan, the wife of men!", advised Cecep.

"Yes eling is Cep. I just lightened the burden. Tau itself right up there, if his motorbike collapsed and his shopping fell all how? Loss on me?"

"O Allah, Ndan, the truth is great. That word is prayer. Be careful!", said Cecep.

"What the hell is cep! Uda ah..sook the hunt!", orders Febri. The two had just returned home from headquarters in the city. Cecep accompanied his temporary commander to take care of important files.

I don't know why my chest suddenly hurts. Did something happen to A Alby? Without me noticing, it turned out that my front wheel stepped on a large enough chunk of rock. And made me suddenly whine and collapse.

Febri car that is not far from the Bia motorbike also accelerates its speed.

"Astaghfirullah!", cried Febri and Cecep.

"Yes! What I told you. That word is prayer! Next time don't talk about it!", Cecep said.

"Udah has no need for a lecture. Get down, help Bia!", said Febri.

Cecep and Febri came over to me. Cecep lifted my bike, and Febri helped me stand up. There's a race of pain in my ankle.

"What I said! It was already bargaining you get on a car!", said Febri pecking like he was scolding his own sister.

Cecep looked at the two people in front of him.

"Bener neng, follow the commander. Let the Bia Cecep motorcycle bring!", said Cecep.

"But kang...!", my speech stopped when Cecep drove my bike.

"The hunt ascends!", orders Febri. I stumbled into Febri's car. There's actually a bad taste, but it's forced.

"Udah, don't think of anything."

I just fell silent.

"There are no serious injuries, right?", asked Febri.

I'm shaking. I'll get the phone in my pocket. No message from Aa. But somehow I feel like something's going on with A Alby.

"Is there anything you're thinking?", asked Febri, who had been watching the former's face.

"No."

"You don't, how can it collapse? Definitely daydreaming. What's the matter?", asked Febri attentively.

"Neverything" I answered briefly. There was no conversation until we got home. My bike parked in Febri's yard with Cecep still sitting on it.

''Mas, kang!", call me after I get out of his car.

"Please don't tell Mak if I'm out of jatoh, I don't want Mak to worry."

Both men nodded.