HUSBAND'S HEART

part 47 READING OPPORTUNITIES

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the car driven by Yuana arrived at the factory courtyard. The factory fenced brick walls around it looked ordinary from the outside. Fortunately, Yuana always carries a spare key if needed at any time like now. Because Mr. Samuel only comes once every two days in the morning to clean around the building.

"Mas... Mas Ilham, already arrived," Yuana woke up Ilham by stabbing the tip of the ballpoint pen into the palm of the hand that was near the back of his stool.

Ilham woke up, yawned widely and wriggled his body to restore the sagging nerves from sleep just now.

"Good afternoon, Mother, hehe," there was no shame in front of Yuana, wet clutter, no use in building a cool image in front of Yuana.

"Ish, habit!" yuana's snort chose to directly get out of the car. Before going to bed fierce fashion, once awake already kayak kambet aja.

Not caring for Ilham to come down or not, Yuana went straight to the gate and opened the lock. After the key opened, he had trouble pushing the large iron door. But Ilham who walked over while rolling up his shirt arm immediately helped Yuana push the door.

"Eh, Mas, no! Heavy, isn't papa?"

"Push gini aja not papa, which will be a problem if you carry," Ilham answered it normally, but in Yuana's ear sounds very annoying.

"Start... Get started!"

"No, just talking about it," Ilham teased Yuana even more.

"Ish," Yuana paid no heed to the joke of Inspiration, it would be prolonged she thought. He also began to open the entrance of the factory, turn on some of the main lights that can still be lit and take Ilham around.

Yuana opened the first room, where her father and husband used to work. There are two work desks, an iron cupboard, a sofa set covered in thick cloth that is slightly dusty. And two cylinder bed sewing machines, an obras machine and a high speed machine lined up neatly in the corner of the room. New machines that have not been used because of the fire hunt that made the factory bankrupt.

Then move to the room opposite it. A larger room. A larger set of sofas was right next to the door. Then there are three work desks, one of which was previously occupied by Mr. Samuel as operational manager.

Then move more inward. There is a room that is no less spacious. Large table with cutting machine on top wrapped in dusty plastic. The table was shaped somewhat upright in one corner near a large window, covered in a thick cloth that was also dusty. Looks like a table for designing or drawing patterns.

In front of the cutting room was a locker that filled the wall, a locker where the personal belongings of employees who work. Then a very spacious room, which almost all the walls are jet black. The black broken machines were stacked on one side. The back roof was partially open because it was on fire. The floor also looks very dirty.

"After that warehouse of finished goods and raw materials, which initially burned and spread here. The front we saw was a survivor. But there was nothing but what Ileham saw."

"There's a death toll?"

"Thank God it's there, Mas. Thank God there were no casualties, it happened just a few moments from the closing hours of the factory."

It was almost an hour that Ilham and Yuana were in that place. Sometimes Yuana rubbed her tears, the factory that was like a second home for her, where the employees were like their own family. All has not escaped the attention of Inspiration.

Then they walked out of the building when the Ashar Adhan sounded. While waiting for Yuana to lock back the factory door, Ilham walked to the right of the building. Apparently there is a road access vehicle to the warehouse.

"Hmm, quite spacious as well," he muttered as he walked out to his parked car. While tracing the waist in front of the car observe the environment around the factory. It doesn't seem too far from the factory itself. About five dozen minutes by car if traffic is smooth. Then the mangosteen and the smile itself.

"Take a bite, sir," said Yuana, who was standing next to him, thrusting the keys and walking to the left side of the car, "the hunt is open."

Inspiration further widened his smile, he was happy that now Yuana was more open and brave to him. Remembering in the beginning, Yuana who was always afraid, timid and awkward.

Pressing the remote button of the car key while winking left eye at Yuana who was staring at him.

As Yuana shook her shoulders, quickly opened the door and got into the car.

Arriving home, Ilham relieved Yuana of her duties. He himself will rest in his room and will just go down to dinner. Of course Yuana was happy, because this afternoon she could spend her time with Nabila.

"That's why it hasn't been filled with water, Nduk? Let the children swim," Fatma approached Yuana who was accompanying Nabila on a swing in the park.

"No, Ma. Yesterday to be filled, Mas Ilham asked to change the one micron filter he said. But the install can only come the day after."

Ms. Fatma smiled as she nodded. He then sat on a garden chair not far from the swing. As soon as she found out that Ms. Fatma was sitting there, Nabila came down from the swing and approached Ms. Fatma. Yuana followed by sitting next to Ms. Fatma.

"Buti, sekarrang When the salary has reached rro'. Rro'... Rrro'... Can. If pinter isn't Buti?" Nabila who is enthusiastic because he can recite the letter R, always repeating and showing it to everyone he meets.

"Well yes, Nabila is now more and more sinter huh. Try iruin buti. Snake on the tracks. Come chili... Snake on the tracks."

"Urrarr above rrerr," so excited that he could not distinguish the letters R and L.

"Hahahaha," spontaneously Yuana and Bu Fatma laughed out loud hearing him.

"Urraaarr on lerrr. Uh how, uurraal on a rail. Erroneous... Ulaarr on rrrel. Yeeay can... I can," Nabila cheered while jumping up and down so happy.

"Thank you, Nduk," suddenly Miss Fatma grabbed Yuana's hand and held it tightly.

"Eh yes, Bu. Why?"

"Thank you for staying here. Ms. Fatma is happy, the house feels alive again. Inspiration is also human again."

"Eh, meaning?" Yuana was still confused by the direction of Bu Fatma's conversation.

"Ilham was once very passionate in her life, wanting to make a happy life with her girl. But then the girl married someone else. Since then, Inspiration has changed, he lives like a robot. What is done is limited to what must be done. He even forgot his ambition to raise his brother's effort. Inspiration does not care about others. Then suddenly after returning from abroad he asked permission to marry a person we did not know at all. But..." Ms. Fatma sighed, looking up to stop the tears from coming out.

Yuana also felt the sadness of Ms. Fatma. He retorted to tighten his hand to try to give strength to Ms. Fatma.

"But... The situation worsened, Ilham was found in a coma and the woman fled and had a heart attack. Abah loved Ilham very much, very much hoped for Ilham. Abah's..." Ms. Fatma was no longer able to continue her conversation. He looked down and cried.

Yuana grabbed onto Bu Fatma's shoulder and hugged her tightly, not knowing what to say. Yuana knew exactly what Ms. Fatma was feeling right now. Because he himself felt. Losing a husband is not easy. There are no words to comfort him. And finally, he sobbed in that embrace.

"Ah no, dear. Mother did not cry, "so soon Yuana wiped the trail of tears while smiling at Nabila.

"So this is a very sick leave, and then massaged your mother so well," Ms. Fatma looked for an excuse while massaging the shoulder that was rubbed by Yuana earlier.

"Yes, Buti, If if if you are sick also massage Mother. If you also want pijitin Buti to heal quickly, let Buti ndak cry again," said Nabila who is now massaging the knee of Bu Fatma.

The next day, at lunchtime. While waiting for Mbok Sari to prepare lunch, Ms. Fatma made a video call with Grace. Coincidentally Rahmat was visiting Tiara at the boarding school, there was Ratna also beside him. Seeing Ratna's smile, Ms. Fatma was grateful that her eldest child's household was fine.

"Of Inspiration! Kangeeeen ara!" tiara shouted to see Ilham's face peeking into the screen of Ms. Fatma's phone. But Ilham only retaliated by making a face made ugly, "weeek ugly Om, haha."

Inadvertently Ilham's finger nudged the switch behind the screen when trying to bring the phone closer to his face, and it looked as if Yuana was feeding Nabila who was sitting next to him.

"You are," Ms. Fatma rebuffed Ilham's hand and pressed the back screen button. No one noticed Ratna's change of face when she saw Yuana on the phone screen.

After lunch Ilham asked Yuana to follow him to the study, Arief was sitting on the sofa.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir," said Arief, standing up from his seat and walking after Ilham to his chair.

"Hmm, wa alaikum salam. You sit down first" Ilham replied to Arief as his hand told Yuana to sit down on the sofa.

Yuana immediately sat down and she immediately picked up her sketchbook. It would be very boring if you have to wait without doing anything because it takes a short time if Arief gives a job report to Ilham.

Yuana made a rough sketch imitating the models of the new bags she saw at the exhibition yesterday. There were about five new models he remembered in his memory. While occasionally looking towards Ilham and Arief were discussing.

The spacious room and quiet atmosphere, only the sound of Inspiration and Arief that sometimes sounded clear sometimes faint. Sometimes I could hear Nabila and Azyan babbling, or Norish ringing from the door was not closed perfectly.

"If so we have to find a strategic location, sir," said Arief, who was working on the report.

"I've found the right location. Not too far from the factory, it was easy to reach from any direction," Ilham replied confidently while looking at Yuana.

Ilham did need a new office, as he was not allowed to have an office in a factory full of chemical drugs and raw skin ingredients that were vulnerable to his health. While working at home, it is also very troublesome. Because clients who will visit become difficult to get into the residential neighborhood where Ilham lived.

"Come here," Ilham ordered Yuana who was looking down drawing but glanced at him.

Yuana immediately closed her sketchbook and walked over and sat down next to Arief. Shifted a little so as not to get too close to Arief, recalling the anger of Inspiration when he first entered this workspace.

"Yes, Sir. Can I help you?" Yuana insists on calling sir if there is anyone else during business hours. He doesn't want anyone to misunderstand him.

"When do you plan to renovate the factory?"

"Eh, that... Mmm, you want to be an investor?"

"Is there a proposal?"

"Not yet, sir,"

"Currently make. To attract investors, you must make a convincing proposal. But I want to make a deal with you. Not as an investor."

"Deal?"

"I'll help you renovate the plant, but it's not free..."

"Then next time, sir. Since I still have to collect the funds," Yuana quickly cut down not wanting any more surprising ties between herself and Ilham. Isn't being a garden as well as a personal assistant already quite troublesome?

"Eh, I'm not done talking about cutting."

"Eh, sorry, yes sir."

"For the renovation, I fully funded until it was ready for operation. Instead, I'm just asking for the front room, how?"

"Huh?! For what, sir?" Yuana was astonished, what did Ilham mean to ask for the front room. There must be some hidden intent.

"I need a place for a new office. It was strategic, as I needed it. You think about it carefully, if you need to discuss with Annisa, wouldn't you guys work together?"

"Okay, sir, I'll consider."

"Well, I'm waiting for an answer for sure at dinner time."

"Ah... uh.." a little flurry, because the time given was too short for him.

"Have you rest, I want to go out with Arief."

"But, sir.." Yuana protested because she was not invited, but usually Yuana had to accompany her wherever Ilham went.

"I just want to go to the barbershop, where the place is clean, and especially men. You wanna come?"

"I'll just rest, sir. Excuse me," said Yuana and hurriedly walked out of the room, as it felt that Ilham's nosy mode was coming on.

"Serious sir?" Arief never thought of the mind of Inspiration. Just now he proposed about the new office, uh his boss had found a strategic place even negotiate with the owner directly.

"There's an opportunity, why not take it?"