Hold on or let go!

Eps 22's

Alby

I took my foot into the living room of this rich family. In my heart continue to recite the asthma of God.

God, if this were to happen. I am sincere, God! But if there is another opportunity, please give the servant help at the right time.

I faintly heard the chatter of two people near the pool. Right, Mr. Hartama and Silvy are sitting in a poolside garden chair.

"Excuse me sir, non!", I said. The two men looked towards me. Mr. Hartama smiled cynically, looking once he mocked me. But not with Silvy, he looked at me expressionlessly. Before I got here, I heard him laughing with his dad.

"Would you like to come here? Want to resign?", asked Hartama. Again Hartama showed a mocking smile.

"Sir.my mother went to the hospital", I obviously started my conversation with the master.

"Then? What's the problem for me?", asked Hartama calmly.

"Sir.my mother has to perform the operation as soon as possible!", I said slowly.

"Hahahaha...the mother who went to the hospital, what's the matter with me?"

"Did you realize your previous threat?"

Silvy squinted his eyes then looked at his papa.

"Oooh..so about that? Why indeed? Aren't you the one who raised the war flag with me?"

I'm shaking.

"No sir, I don't mean...,!"

"No, but you let me down.Hurt my daughter!"

"Sorry sir, miss but I really don't want to hurt non Silvy."

"With you refusing her alone, it's hurting her. You who are just a driver from the village just dare to reject the charm of my daughter, is it because keca****nya??? How are the men who have more than you?!"

"I'm sorry my master doesn't want to punish anyone, including my wife and non-Silvy!"

"But I said I wanted honey with you A! Maybe you think that I am too ambitious to have you. Aye! Damn right! But am I wrong if my heart already loves you A?"

"Non...!", my voice restrained.

"You heard it yourself, right? How lucky are you that only the villagers got my daughter?"

I bowed, not knowing what else to say.

Mr. Hartama thrust out his cell phone showing a scene of a few seconds between me and non silvy. Looks like it's a video clip of this house's cctv. I can no longer condition my eyes. Staring in disbelief, but that's the truth, even I really remember the brief incident earlier.

"That video, I sent to your wife!", Hartama sat across his legs.

"Sir?", my voice trembled.

Oh my God, does Bia know this? But if he knows, why didn't he talk about it when he called me? Or maybe...He suffered a heart attack because of the video. But how did this happen?

"But it seems your wife did not respond, or do not-don't-don't-don't your mother who saw this?"

"Astaghfirullah!", that's all I can say.

Serr....

Hartama throws a map.

"I won't repeat the offer like yesterday. If you want, sign it! If not, you're the one who lost!"

With a slight tremble I grabbed the map. There are two pieces of paper in it.

My eyes were round looking at the points contained in the agreement letter. Right, it's a little more than yesterday .

"But sir...this..this is too on your side, how is it possible....?"

"Whatever!", again the arrogance of a Hartama was shown before me.

I took the following sheet.

"It's empty?", I asked.

"I'll fill it when your wife signs on the stamp."

"Why involve my wife?"

"Because I want my daughter to get recognition in a legal institution!", Hartama said firmly.

Hartama showed me another paper. I read carefully.

I have a whole week in two months to see my wife and mother back home.

"Financial issues, don't worry. It's in the first letter of agreement! The letter containing your wife's signature actually contains the example. I won't change it one bit!", continued Hartama.

I let out a long sigh. Does it all have to end like this?

Bismillah, if this is the best decision, God!

"Well, I'll sign the agreement. And so is the agreement for my wife. But I hope you really become your promise for the treatment of my mother. And the operation is done immediately, sir!"

Hartama smiled with satisfaction. Then he handed me another map.

"Sign here! And this one you brought home! I'll give you a chance to visit your mother and ask for your wife's autograph."

"Papa...A Alby home?", asked Silvy.

"After he gets his wife's autograph, papa wants you to get married soon. Is that the wish of the beautiful princess papa heum???"

"What's the matter?", asked Silvy.

"Of course."

Hartama's eyes now turned to me again.

"What else are you waiting for? After you sign this, I'll call the hospital!"

My hands were shaking, grabbing the pen. I looked at the paper and finally I put my signature there.

Allah, astaghfirullah! Sorry, yes, neng!

Hartama smiled with satisfaction. Then he reached into his pocket to pick up a cell phone. And walk away from me and Silvy. After a while, he came back to me.

"You can take one of my cars home to see your mother!", Hartama throws the keys.

"And here, you're on the road. Consider it your salary this month!", Hartama throws an envelope.

I looked at those two things.

"You can't believe that today is your mother's surgery?" asked Hartama again.

"Thank you sir!", I grabbed the car keys and the envelope. I really don't have any self-respect anymore.

"Don't forget, bring a covenant letter containing your wife's signature!", he ordered.

I also nodded.

"A Alby, don't be long home!" said Silvy spoiled. I can only nod slowly. What is my power to change things????

After getting through that tension, I went back to the back. Mila tea and Sapto mang approached me.

"Kumaha Jang?", asked mila. I looked at the grown woman who was already like my own brother even though I had not known each other for a long time.

"I'm sorry about the tea. I have decided to accept Mr. Hartama's request!", I said lowered my head.

"Astaghfirullah!", Mila sat on her stool.

"Don't do this, ma'am. Probably by far, this is the best decision Alby has made. It's not time you cornered Alby. Instead we must support him whatever his decision is."

"I'm just putting myself as Bia, Alby's wife. I also feel heartache if this happens to me sir!"

"Mom, ssssttt. You already think of Alby as your own sister, so from now on whatever decision we support ya!"

Mila Tea sighed. I know how Mila tea is thought. As a woman, of course, she does not want to be in a duakan. Any woman wants to be the only woman in her husband's life and heart.

I give up, O Allah.

''Tea, can I borrow hp? I want to call my wife. I'd like to let you know if I'm going home with Mak's operation."

Mila gave me her phone.

[Assalamualaikum neng, this is Aa!]

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Sorry if it doesn't make sense, a lot of typos and a lot of ugly ones. Kindly for the correction and suggestion yes friend2 🙏🙏🙏🙏