I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

I'M THE PERFECT GUY

I, Dika Dewantara. At the age of 39, I felt that it was time for me to rise to the top of life. After serving as Marketing Manager at one of the leading franchise restaurants in the Capital 2 years ago, I finally picked the sweet fruit of my hard work after so many years.

I also have a wife and have one beautiful daughter of our baby. Ranti Mulia, a sweet-hearted woman according to her name has always been faithful to accompany me since the starting point of my identity search.

We got married after 2 years of exploration and now our marriage age will be 5 years. We are also very happy because God gave us the trust of a cute and beautiful baby that we named "Jinga Aulia Dirgantara", who was 2 years and 3 months ago.

We have a pretty good residential house in the suburbs of Jakarta. Also an Avanz* my favorite White car and 2 latest output motors perched in front of our house.

Although starting from the credit results with the risk of salary of my hard work must be halved to pay installments every month. But now it all became a sweet smile in the end.

Of course it was all because of the intervention of Ranti, my wife. He's my financial regulator. A top finance minister and first lady who since I became my wife I have been studying and developing to save and tighten my belt a little. Actually I'm not a cruel man, but I hope Ranti and I agree to achieve the goals of life in the future. And it turns out that Ranti includes women who are obedient and do not like neko-neko. Until finally we can have all that now because of my perseverance and Ranti who consistently manage our expenses.

Understandably, I am not from a family of being. Even my family is a family that is not good enough in economics and science. That's why I insisted on changing my life so as not to be like my parents' life.

I also understand that life is cruel. The weak must lose to the strong. That money is everything. Even when we have everything, everyone will approach from all directions. It's reality. It's so different when we have nothing. Even brothers are reluctant to approach let alone close.

I was the perfect man at my golden age who was quite young, which was 39 years old.

My little friends barely recognize me now. Good face, especially appearance. Yes, I am a Marketing Manager. Must be able to build my charisma through appearance and also my ethitude. A little bit of my wife and I did the treatment to keep up our looks.

And I'm proud of our lives.

"Sir Dika! The meeting began at 8:30 on the 6th floor of Graha Building. The secretary of the Dirut sir has confirmed that he is ready to accompany the Dirut sir to Batam after the meeting." Cecilia, my assistant told me the good news.

"OK, Cecil! Thanks a lot! We'd better get it now."

I saw Dirut who admired my work and also the ideas I offered him to raise the sales chart every month. Looks like my job will be safe for quite a long time. In this time he always invites me to places new branches of his company's franchise restaurant. Of course it makes me happier even though my busyness has doubled.

"Sir Dika, I have an appointment to general check up today. So, I ask Mr. Dika can handle the handover process and our branch ribbon scissors in Batam. For the affairs of the files are all complete my secretary. Sorry I can't go." Mr. Dirut Angga handed over his trust to me. Among happy but worried. Because this was the first time I went alone to take care of a new project.

"Yes, Sir! Hope your general check-up is good. You can guide me back to everything!" I said a little bit licked.

...

Batam greeted me with a light rain. Cecil and I were looking for a cafe around the airport. Ordering two cups of coffee and a few slices of cheese cake to slightly cradle our stomachs waiting for the rain to stop.

Talking lightly is my favorite. Cecil has been my assistant for 4 years. So our relationship is already so familiar as a working partner. Even I sometimes tend to behave like a sister if you are on outside service like this. Because Cecil is 10 years younger than me. So my attitude is more protective because I don't want to make Cecil uncomfortable when outside service with him. And Cecil is a typical independent woman who is smart and quick to respond to I mean. That's why he is always happy to join field service like this.

We're pretty close, but I know my limits are on Cecil. We keep each other's personal affairs without intending to tell or ask about privacy matters as such.

Plaque!!! A woman standing at the front desk where I sat slapping a man who was busy chatting with a sexy young woman.

All eyes looked at him. Look like a television screen that is showing a drama.

The woman accused the man she slapped of cheating on her. The man stood up straight. He returned the slap of the woman three times to stagger and almost fell to the floor.

I who sat in front of him looking at the violence could not stay silent.

I held tightly to the woman's shoulder so that her body would not topple over.

"Sorry, mom! It is better to settle personal matters not in public places. It can interfere with the comfort of others. Sorry!" I'm trying to communicate. But it turned out that the man was confused and attacked the woman I was holding back and hit me and we fell together because of the hard blow.

My face immediately flushed with anger. Cecillia helped me get up. He pulled my hand away and didn't get too involved in other people's affairs.

I comply. Sitting back in my starting seat while sipping hot coffee to reduce my irritation.

The man was still attacking the woman by pulling her hair until she screamed in pain.

While the woman who had fought with him still sobbed and sat in the man's place.

There was a desire to sneak in on me to see his unreasonable appearance. I remember Ranti, my wife. This woman looks like she's my wife's age. Maybe the man was her husband who had not come home for a long time and finally caught her alone with another woman.

As a man, I also felt annoyed by her husband's cool-ass manner. It is precisely ******* that it is so minus in my eyes because it has raised its hand to hurt women who really should be guarded and protected.

Suddenly the woman approached me while extending her hand to me.

"Thank you, mas. I am so impressed with Mas! Mba' is a very lucky woman to have her mas! Oh yes, I'm Vika."

Me and Cecil took his hand.

"Oh yes mba', it's okay. Sorry if I was seen meddling in mba'! Sorry!"

The woman returned. Sometimes he wiped away the tears that were breaking on his cheeks.

Cecil and I looked at each other. This is actually what we don't want. Dizziness with unimportant people's business. Cecil only tried to cheer up by rubbing Vika's hand. I just kept quiet without making a sound.

The rain outside is still heard. It even seems to be getting bigger. I'm tickling the clock on my left hand. Grunts annoyed at being stuck here with the story of the housewives unknown woman.

The coffee in my cup was gone. Cecil looked at me helplessly. He then took the initiative to call the hotel where they checked in to ask for shuttle service immediately because of the emergency deadline meeting that was soon.

Not long after, the smartphone cecil again reads saying that the shuttle driver was waiting in the airport parking lot.

"Mba', sorry. Better solve the mba' problem with the mba' husband at home. Sorry, we're staying." Cecil and I hurried to leave the woman still crying by looking at us into the distance.

"Hhhhh....."

"Hehehe.... Your own fault, you're a hero!" ledek Cecil made me smile wryly.

"I don't like to see guys who like to hit girls, Cil!"

"For that one I agree."

"Worst of men, abstinence from playing hands on women. Because bad karma must've hit him."

Cecillia laughed at my words. A bit of an understatement, but his head nodded in agreement.

The hotel pickup car slid through the intense rain as hard as it was. They must catch up with time to arrive at their company's new restaurant for the opening show and tape scissors.

Cecillia checked the bag with important documents that they would need later. He smiled at the sign that everything was safe to control.

The event finally went well and well. I can also breathe a sigh of relief because today's project is as expected. Even though there was a small disturbance at the airport cafe.

But I wasn't bothered because it wasn't part of my job.

At 10pm Cecil and I just got back from our new restaurant. The manager there invited us to have a casual chat while drinking a few glasses of wine. Actually this event is what I do not like the most because although it does not make me drunk and lost control, wine will make my eyes glare all night aka hard to sleep.

A strange disease, said some of my friends. Because in general they actually drink wine to make it quickly fall asleep and have good dreams. But not for me.

If I refuse to gather and drink together, I worry that I will have an impact with my social association in the office and surrounding areas later. It is like a simalakama fruit. In the end I will be alone to enjoy the night pass without rest.

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