Hold on or let go!

The Eps 54

Febri said goodbye to his colleagues in Koramil, including Cecep. Not the striped uniform that he was wearing at the moment made him look elegant, not as usual which seemed firm but still the aura of his authority and dashing was inevitable.

"It's very important to be here Ndan!" said one of his colleagues.

Febri smiled faintly. Patting his partner's shoulder.

"We must be ready to be placed anywhere!", said Febri.

Then Febri approached the man who had succeeded him in Koramil.

"Titip yes Ndan!", said Febri to the new head of Koramil.

"Ready!", he said as he shook hands with Febri. The new head directly occupies the official house in the Koramil office area.

After saying goodbye, Febri was sliding towards his new office.

Sometimes he stared at his typical watch owned by the soldiers. The road to the district city is not too crowded, only occasionally stopping at traffic light.

Febri heard, after the move there will be a visit from one of his superiors from Jakarta. But Febri does not know who he is because he has not been told.

For about an hour, he arrived at his new office. He was welcomed by his new partner. After having a light conversation, Febri immediately headed to the mess not far from the office. After that, he changed his clothes.

That same day Febri started his new job at the office.

In between his lunch, Febri opened the phone to just relieve his fatigue.

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It's almost noon, I haven't heard anything from Alby. I sent a message two hours ago.

I have finished experimenting with my cooking even though many have tried this recipe.

Prized idle, I plating my cuisine ala-ala mistersef Indonesia and then I uploaded it on my social media. More precisely in my green app.

Not five minutes, many comments have entered asking for my cooking recipe. Some pretend to want a message or a crisp joke that is just a pleasantries.

I just smiled in response to them one by one with a makeshift answer. If I answer one by one with almost the same answer it will take a long time. Yes, although I admit that I have nothing to do but fall.

Moments later there was a chat from Febri.

[You dong dimasakin rich it Nduk, tomorrow if the weekend go home please masakin ya]

I smiled to get a chat from him. I feel guilty for Febri, even though he has paid for my catering services. But I didn't even give it my cooking. Maybe not about the nominal, but more about the bad taste.

[God willing. Just tell me if you want to go home, then Bia can order chicken to Wak Euis]

[OKAY. Thanks!]

Febri answered not to forget to spiked the thumb emoticons.

I just put down my phone, there's a chat coming in. From Sakti.

[Bia, would you like to order dong? Make day after tomorrow! What portion? Wear rice, right? Mas need a lot, about fifty servings can you take to the hospital? My father and sister are coming here]

I looked up at the chat from Sakti. How could he decide like that without thinking? He just doesn't know what my cooking tastes like.

[I don't sell kali mas.]

Sakti who was massaging her temple also suddenly woke up from the back of the chair with a smile. Although only such a reply, in fact I feel very happy.

[Suppose I ordered Bi. I transferred the DP bi]

I looked back at the comments from Sakti.

[You don't know what it's like. Origin of message. Even if I can cook it, far from the village to the hospital. Wear what there. Where are many]

Sakti was smiling reading that chat.

[I picked up the car]

Absolutely not out of mind the same thought of this doctor.

[Kaya near the hospital no resto anyway mas. It is clear what it feels like.]

[Just want a message. Fifty servings. Give me your account number, make transfer fee]

[God willing. You're my first customer]

I slipped the smile emoticons and clenched hands.

[Okay if bgtu, deal huh? Two more days. You sent me your account number and home address. Let me or my men take it to your house.]

[Yes mas. Thanks to the doctor]

Sakti who got the answer was like getting a collapsed durian.

I also sent my account number and also my address. It's okay, later I try to calculate the cost and profit loss.

Not until five minutes, there's a notification on my m-banking. Yes, even if I am a villager and live in the village but I can still use this application. Moreover, every month Lek Sarman routinely sends profits from the father's food stalls in my village.

After saying thanks to the magic mas, I also went from the couch to carry out my four rakaat during the day.

No time to stand, there's a chat from Alby. He apologized because he is currently busy working more precisely learning to work because it is still taught by Marsha.

I also only reply to what is necessary. Actually, there was a feeling of tightness and resentment in my chest. Can I continue like this?

Although my chat was reply, but I still felt ignored by my own husband.

Huftttt.I have to believe in Alby, have positive thinking!

Rather than me busy thinking bad, I better continue my intention to pray.

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"Lho's? Papa picked up Silvy?", Silvy choked when he found his papa was next to the car.

"Yes, Alby is busy with Marsha. So papa wants to pick up papa dong's favorite child!", said Hartama.

Anika who was beside Silvy also greeted.

"Siang om!", said Anika.

"Siang An, how are you?"

"Om good."

"We're going to my office, want to be taken home?" asked Hartama.

"Eh, don't do it. Anika used to take a taxi online. I'm not here."

"Oh, yes already so, we first yes!", said Hartama.

"Yes!", said Anika smiling.

"Bah BESTie, I'm back first. Be careful behind it An!", said Silvy.

"Iye..quiet me!", said Anika. How not safe Vy, my father's aide to pick up my driver!

Hartama took Silvy's arm to his car which had a driver behind the wheel.

"There is good news dear!", said Hartama after the two sat on the passenger bench.

"Oh yeah? What pa?"

"The doctor recommended to operate on you has arrived in Singapore. You'll be there soon to heal your legs."

"really? Ah...papa..thank you! Silvy dear papa!", said Silvy hugging Hartama.

"Everything dear."

"When will you take me there?"

"Not papa, but your husband is dear."

"Oh yes, there's A Alby yes pa. I don't want him to be able to get me there."

"Huum. Papa's taken care of it, you're leaving."

"Thank you pa!", Silvy hugged his father again.