Honey Semanis Tubes
NELANGSA
Kinti woke up at five in the morning. He blinked, then felt the side of Surya's bed that was empty. He glanced at the clock on the wall, then snorted in annoyance.
It was still very early, but Surya was no longer by his side. He sighed softly, bent his legs, then hugged both knees. His mind was glazed, empty.
Then, he went to the window of the room and stood for a long time. Sometimes, deep down, he longs for the affection with Surya as at the beginning of the marriage.
Shadow Surya who was holding her from behind while whispering love words in the ear made her smile.
Other memories appeared just like when they were gardening together.
Surya seemed to smell a musty T-shirt until he was curious and then smelled. It turned out that a moment later, when he kissed the shirt, Surya just kissed his forehead suddenly. When he remembered that, he often smiled to himself. The knock on the door of his room broke the daydream.
“Mama,” call Sharqee from behind the door. Then, with his eyes still half closed, he headed towards Kinanti and hugged her.
“Why, Honey? Tumben early in the morning have asked to be hugged,” said Kinanti softly. Dijapnya head of the Eldest who was impressed more spoiled than his twin sister.
“Mau cuddled, Ma. Cuddle time must also use the tumben-tumbenan event, sih.” Sharqee is still struggling spoiled.
Kinanti sniffed the scent of baby perfume from the princess' body. It calms him enough.
“Come, we take a shower first continue to help Oma cook,” invite Kinanti followed by the step of the princess.
After taking a shower, the Kinti gurgle down the stairs. She was looking for her husband's whereabouts. However, only his mother was eating fried rice.
“Bu, Mas Surya go what time?”
“Four hours ago, Son. After the phone call from the hospital, he rushed. There are critical patients he said,” Sarma replied.
Kinanti just sighed, in fact, he had not enjoyed the morning with his husband for a long time. The last six months, Surya left work early and only occasionally returned home in the afternoon. The rest of Kinanti waited in front of the window until it was past midnight. It was also sometimes the wait ended in vain because Surya did not come home and forgot to preach it.
“Kinanti car manasin first, yes, Bu.” The car passed to the garage.
Such is the daily routine that Kinanti live. Before going to the office, he took his children to school, then went home. Routines that often cause a sense of saturation in his mind. Sometimes, he wanted to get out of that cage, but I don't know when that will happen.
Fortunately, Sarma was always by his side. So, there is a place for him to share his story.
***
The phone ringing at the end of the table breaks the focus of Kinanti's work. “Yes, Mom. Okay, Mom. I'll be there soon,” he replied.
The phone's short connection was cut off. Although still confused about what Rosalina would say, Kinanti's gurgle moved towards her boss room. The slender woman walked in the corridor of the room and greeted a glimpse of some co-workers who turned their heads towards her.
Arriving in front of the room, he knocked on the door of Rosalina's room, then entered after sounding authentic from inside.
Unexpectedly by Kinanti, it turned out that the figure of Mira had been sitting in front of the leader table. There may have been a heated debate between Mira and Rosalina as the short-haired woman gawked after seeing Kinanti's face. Mira stood up, out of the refrigerated room. Kinanti tried to remain calm and ignored Mira's unfriendly attitude.
“Sit!” rosalina orders cold.
“Hm, is there a problem, Bu?” ask Kinanti carefully.
Rosalina still stared intensely at Kinanti, trying to figure out Aksar's relationship with his editor. “You know Right Man long ago?”
Kinanti was a little surprised. It seemed, the writer had already reported his disrespectful attitude yesterday to Rosalina.
“Sorry, Mom. Yesterday I accidentally missed talking honestly about the book. I don't know if he's Right Man, the author, ” said Kinanti was a little afraid. He had imagined the publisher's employment contract with Right Man to fail because of his mistake yesterday.
Rosalina frowned as if concluding something. “Hmm, means you did not know Mr Aksar?”
Kinanti just nodded slowly.
“You sure you don't know him, Kinanti?”
“Yakin, Mom. What's up, huh, Mom?” I took a step forward a little curious.
“I am on two sides that are actually equally beneficial, just ...,” said Rosalina was cut off. “First, we do not have to tire anymore to compete with other publishers to get an exclusive employment contract with Aksar. Because yesterday, he has decided to choose us as a partner to publish his third novel.”
“Wah, this is great news, Mom. Then?”
“Secondly, I don't know what reason he chose you to be his editor, so Mira felt unfair because in addition to the position wapemred will be in your hands, he also felt lost the opportunity to bid Aksar script, he also felt lost,” said Rosalina flat. The woman still imagined Mira's annoyed expression upon hearing the news of the contract.
This time, Kinanti gasped. “Pak Aksar chose me as the editor, Bu?”
“Yes! And be prepared because your ability will be seen by many people because of this.”
“But, Mom. I—”
“It's a work contract Aksar has to sign. He asks you to take him to his house this afternoon,” orders Rosalina to cut off the words Kinanti.
“Bu, I—” Kinanti still tried to express her objection despite knowing it was a waste. He knows his character.
Rosalina will do anything, as long as the target is met.
***
“Bena!” Kinanti shouted in front of the door of Bena's room shortly after exiting Rosalina's room.
“Yaaa, Kin. What's up?” Bena said without looking because he was still struggling with his laptop screen.
“You stacked up, no?”
“Gak, what's wrong?
“Temenin me, yuk!”
“Where?”
“Right Man?” Bena's face immediately brightened after seeing the employment contract. “Eh, seriously elo the editor, Kin?”
Kinanti just nodded.
“Keren severe elo, mah! Congrats, yes!”
“Keren what! Do not see the expression Mba Mira pasau know I was chosen by Mr. Aksar!”
“Wait .. wait ... wait, Aksar si Right Man is choosing you directly?”
“ Hmm,” reply Quickly.
“Wah .. wah .. wah. Don't ... don't ... don't ... don't nih!” Bena turned his chair towards Kinanti.
“Do not what! I just don't know him. So I asked you to go to his house. I'm afraid to be alone there.”
“Fear what? Afraid fascinated? I was a klepek pas tau his face yesterday.”
“Ih, haphazardly! Anyway, after lunch we go there, okay?” Kinanti finished the conversation before passing into her room.
***
After an hour's drive to the outskirts of the city, Kinanti and Bena arrived at the residence of Aksar. A statue of a horse ran to greet them as they headed for the gate of the guard post. They were quite lulled by the view of the artificial lake that was inside the elite housing.
Not long after that the door opened. Aksar himself opened the door. Kinanti's arrival had been waiting for him since. Aksar's gaze flashed directly with Kinanti's eyes. He looked intensely at the woman before him endlessly until Kinanti misbehaved.
***
Eight hours is less than twenty-five minutes when Kinanti parked the white sedan in the basement of the office building. A metallic black SUV resembled her husband's car parked right next to her. Kinanti was fooled to look twice, if you do not look back at the license plate of the car.
For Kinanti it is impossible if Surya is here. Throughout his time working at GrewMedia, Surya only drove him a few times, it was only up to the front of the lobby.
Whose car, huh? thought Kinanti while heading for the elevator. After entering the empty elevator, he pressed the button towards the third floor. However, when the door was about to close, a hand with a tattoo poking at the wrist managed to hold the elevator back open.
“Pak Aksar ..” Kinanti. He took a step back until he touched the elevator wall. Their eyes flashed a glance.
Aksar threw the most charming smile. Spreading charm to the woman who had been waiting for her arrival. Kinanti simply lowered her head, feeling awkward with Aksar standing right beside her.
“Hai, it turns out we met again this morning. May I how good morning?” asked Aksar while glancing at Kinanti.
The outfit that Aksar wears is more formal than the previous meeting. Casual blazers combined with black shirts and pants add a masculine impression.
Is it possible the author if he talks about that cake, Inner Kinanti.
Aksar's style of speech slightly reduced Kinanti's nervousness. “Good morning too, Mr.” Kinanti answered quietly with her head still down.
Clad in a knee-length blue dress with an emerald brooch on the left chest, the appearance of Kinanti this morning looks elegant. Even from the outside, their appearance seemed to be harmonious.
His clumsy taste has not been lost when remembering the incident a week ago when he visited the author's house. After handing over the time contract file and making small talk for a moment, Kinanti rushed over.
Fortunately, Bena's presence helped him at that time. If not, maybe Aksar will invite him to talk longer.
However, there was something that made him feel a little astonished. I don't know why Aksar's Siberian dog just barked at Bena. They were both shocked, then Kinanti ran towards Aksar and reflexively stood behind the man. He who was initially scared, soon calmed down as Max spoiledly sat down by his side legs as if he had met him.
Now, the two in the elevator with the man, increasingly make Kinanti feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, when the elevator door closed, a man held the door back and entered. Kinanti was a little relieved. At least, they were not just the two of them inside that narrow space.
However, Kinanti's relief only lasted for a short while. Five staff members, all men, re-entered the elevator to the maximum. Kinanti is further cornered in the corner of the elevator with seven men. What made him more nervous and widened his eyes was when Aksar advanced behind him. The man seemed to be a shield so that other men would not come into contact with him.
The deg!
For some reason, Kinanti's heart was beating faster. He felt protected by the body of Aksar. A kind of taste appears raging. Until Kinanti was unable to describe. Especially from behind the wide back of Aksar, he clearly craved the scent of perfume that the man was wearing.
Why does the perfume smell the same as Mas Surya's?
The fragrance of the perfume enveloped him thoroughly. He felt as if Surya was in front of him. It was fortunate that the consciousness immediately pulled him back as the elevator clinked and opened. Otherwise, how embarrassing for him would it be to suddenly reflexively hug that waist.
Kinanti went out of the room as if depleting the oxygen stock in her lungs.
“Why rush?” Aksar tried to line up Kinanti's steps.
“Oh, um, I'm correcting your manuscript, you know, sir. Excuse me.” Kinanti answered and ran away from Aksar.
Aksar stared, staring wistfully at the shadow of Kinanti who disappeared at the turn of the corridor.
Since the appointment with Rosalina was still half an hour away, he decided to walk around for a while.
Office corridor with white and light brown granite floor with wooden patterned furniture finishing sungkai. The interior of the office walls nuanced Skandinavian sleek as if made to provide calm on the sidelines of the busy employees.
Indoor lighting is more elegant with yellow lights on the ceiling. Minimalist multi-storey white ceiling hides the dim incandescent lamp perfectly.
Aksar admitted that the publishing office is neat, warm, and comfortable. Really, he did not pay attention to the details of this office on his first visit some time ago.
***
The knocking of the door made Kinanti look over from behind her working glasses. He immediately stood up to see the figure that was about to enter. “Pak Aksar.”
Once again, Kinanti's heart was troubled by the figure of the writer standing gallantly before her.
***
Seriate..
