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“As with myself, she is a woman I will never publish. However, his name never fails to be present in the dream of the Owner of the Heart. I still hope fate can change a piece of sky note, then delete the words “you and himself” into “aku and you”.” (Right Man's.)
Quotes that just a few minutes ago uploaded from Instagram Aksar again disturbed the mind of Kinanti. He regretted the act of prank with the intention of just looking around even more to make his heart entangled. The focus of his mind broke and seemed to be flying overhead as a result of the strung line of words from the man. He believes the post was directed at Aksar to him
Today, he will return home early on the grounds of illness to Rosalina. His lamp body became less excited after Rosalina's rejection this morning when he revealed to release the Aksar script. Apparently, he had to go to Laras to tell his friend about Aksar.
Just as she was about to step away from her desk, Mira suddenly came without knocking on the door first. Using a white shirt with a low cleavage combined with a batik blazer of amethyst color, Kinanti admitted Mira looks very beautiful. Honey, Mira's beauty is very different from her personality.
According to him, Mira is a single parent who is smart, elegant, but less civilized. His background as a graduate of New York University made him a special editor of translation manuscripts. In fact, in the ranks of senior editors, only he graduates from foreign universities. Maybe because this is also what makes women arrogant and selfish.
From the beginning of Kinanti's work at this publisher, Mira's aura of dislike towards her was evident. I don't know for what reason it could happen. The feud between them sometimes arose when it came to the script. What is clear is that Kinanti never started a dispute with Mira at all.
He ignored the hateful glare Mira addressed. For the woman, sometimes not just neglected love, unresponsive hate can be a sick slap.
Mira approached Kinanti slowly. His right hand was folded until he touched his chin. “I denger you want to ngundurin yourself to make Aksar script handle, yes?” tanyanya full of search.
Kinanti sighed softly, her gaze stopping on the face of the woman who was three years older than her. “Mba Mira know where?”
“Poor you, Kinanti! Remember, I’m chief editor here, so it’s easy for me to know that,” beber Mira with a rather high intonation.
Kinanti's head throbbed more and more listening to Mira's speech. “So what do you want Mba Mira? Take over the script. Go ahead! It just so happens that. I'm free!”
“I want, anyway, that's it. Unfortunately, Miss Rosalina did not allow me to take over the Aksar script. Lucky you's! I sometimes don't understand what he saw from your cake editor?” Mira throbbed while heading for the exit.
Kinanti's ears felt hot upon hearing what Mira had said just now. “So the destination Mba Mira here for what?” Kinanti answered tightly, then looked at Mira with a displeased look.
“Nothing! I just want you to go all-in.” Mira said in English while leaving the Kinanti room. The door sounded behind him.
Kinanti snorted in annoyance, then threw down the magazine he had in his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm down. The mood got worse because of Mira's presence just now. After that, he grabbed the phone in the bag. It says Twin Ayu's contact on the screen. Contact name for Laras, his best friend where to share stories since decades ago.
Still remember in the mind of Kinanti when the first SMP orientation period first.
“Kinanti Ayu.” A teacher calls his name during class division. Kinanti went forward, marching according to the direction of the Master.
“Laras Ayu.” The teacher called out the name of a student who had appeared from the furthest row.
Kinanti turned to the students because their names were the same end. However, the student simply lowered his head so that his face was not visible. Shortly after entering the row, the student's feet stumbled across a stone until he fell in front of the student line. Many laughed at the incident.
But not for Kinanti. He swiftly helped Laras stand up, cleaning his skirt that was dirty by the ground. “You're not papa, are you?” Kinanti greeted kindly while extending a hand.
Laras looked up, smiling at Kinanti's hand. From then on, they became close friends, entered the same High School, and went to the same campus despite different majors.
***
Laras is still staring at the screen of his phone, waiting for a message Rizal never had. A week had passed from lunch and Laras' recognition of his status. He tapped the phone to his chin and shuffled from the chair to the office window that was directly facing the protocol road.
The barrel crossed, then rubbed his own arm. From the mirror image that reflected his face, he laughed bitterly, laughing at his way of life that was too steep in romance.
Not once did he feel rejected by the man who pursued his love. After the departure of the husband, one heart never stopped. However, she disappears when she finds out she is a widow. Many people did not expect because his appearance did not clearly imply that status.
Especially if she is a widow, she is still a holy virgin. This fact is what Laras has not revealed to the man who will approach him. He still continues to test, how sincere the man who will be his life companion later. Who is ready to accept their flaws in full.
Not long after, the phone shook again. A message from Kinanti saying she would visit her office in an hour. The slender-white woman breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed, he needed an impingement to tell about the anxiety of his heart.
***
“Busy no, Bro?” Rizal immediately threw himself onto the patient bed that was across from Surya's desk. His speech style instantly turned relaxed when they were just the two of them. Rizal and Surya have known each other for a long time. Their familiarity occurs because both are in one major program while studying PPDS.
“Gak too. Why, Zal? Straining again with your mama?” Surya who had memorized Rizal's behavior deliberately guessed.
“No directly, anyway! But, yes, go there too!”
“Ortu not invited to grab hold. Mumpung still there, follow what they want.”
“Ya is also already an effort to nurutin the will of mama.”
Surya turned towards Rizal. A second later, he took off his glasses and started listening to his best friend's story. Surya glanced at the watch on the wrist. At 12.15 WIB.
There's still plenty of time, inner Surya.
At first, the man intended to give his wife a surprise by taking lunch. However, he decided to delay his departure ten minutes longer in order to listen to Rizal's story.
“I have scuffles, and the cake I'm sure will someday sleep with him. Only ...” Rizal hung his words to just wait for Surya's response.
“Terus,” says Solar Short.
“This is what made me drop! I was so happy that God finally heard my prayer. That woman is really my dream type, Bro! But, it turns out .. aaargh!” Desperate moans sound strong enough from the mouth of a man who is more suitable as an advertising model than the doctor. Rizal cupped his face behind both hands. Then, his eyes blankly stared at the ceiling.
“Reacted?” Surya tried to repeat Rizal's words to finish the story.
“She's a widow ..” her sigh while pacing in front of Surya.
“Kalo she's a widow, are you wrong?”
“Hah .. I don't know! At first I also had a hard time accepting this fact. Trying to break that. Only I finally understood and tried not to dispute this. The path of fate of people will be different, if indeed my part was written marriage equally widow, yes, I accept!”
“Kalo it is no longer your problem, so what is frustrating, Zal?” Surya supported his face with his left hand, then tapped on the desk with his other hand. Then, he paused the conversation as his phone vibrated. The message from Kinanti is displayed in the Whatsapp notification. His lunch plan today was delayed because Kinanti said that he would be home sooner.
“Mama ... My mama, Bro! She wants me to get girls, not widows!”
Suddenly Surya was aware of the direction of Rizal's conversation and tried to guess.
“By the way, we no longer menggomongi Laras temennya Kinanti, ‘kan?”
***
Kinanti knocked on the door of the room. The cool air from the air conditioner hit his face. Laras looked at. The single woman with tanned curls similar to Kinanti was still struggling with some report sheets.
Finished with his work, he put the ballpoint pen to its original place. Before approaching Kinanti, he asked his assistant to make a drink. Not long after, the assistant came in and served two cups of warm tea.
I sat on the blue sofa by the window. While *******-***** both hands, it tells about Aksar.
Laras undoes his initial intention to tell him about his heartbreak. Apparently, the time is not right. He silently listened to Kinanti's story and commented.
“So, what are you rasain now, Mother Twin?” Barrel grabbed the cup at the table, then sipped the sweet of his favorite tea.
“They should make me a formal client. Looks like, I started to enjoy the attention of Aksar, Ras!”
***
