I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

A SHITTY MEETING

I love my job. Even though there are many consequences that must be stirred like my togetherness with Ranti and Orange, but the result of barter is pleasing to my heart as well. I always fantasize about my 45th year, I can retire early and make up for all my lost time with my loved ones. With a simple but beautiful villa and complete facilities. Living the old day accompanied by smiles and nagging Ranti every day. Just enjoy all that I have produced at this time without having to worry about living costs and ***** other whiny. Mmmmm... What a beautiful delusion!

Because it's at the moment despite so much burden of mind and also the demands of work, I'm trying to enjoy it. For our future.

The lunch hour had passed almost half an hour ago, but I was still struggling with my laptop and the important notes I had to audit because soon after the end of the month I had to stock my name.

"Sir Dika! There's a lunch shipment." The door was knocked and a staff office boy stuck his head out.

"Yes, comein!" My eyes remained on the laptop on the desk until the OB came out after saying goodbye to me and I replied with a nod.

Scroll the bagpaper beside my files at a glance. It must be Ranti who was so attentive to sending lunch, because she knew every date like this I must be very busy to forget lunch.

I let it go for a little while because my job responsibilities are a little more. I checked once again my work so that nothing was wrong or missed because I wanted to immediately open the parcel of Ranti that smelled so tempting.

Done it. I closed the laptop and tidied it all up. Smile happily and prepare for lunch.

"Good lunch, Dika! May my cooking be served in mas. I will be very happy if Dika mas willing to eat it until it is gone.

 

\-Vika\-

 

Vika?? Is this from Vika?.... Hhh.... I thought it was from Ranti.

My feelings of pleasure turned to bargaining. Flat, but still I open because of the tempting fragrance.

Looks like it's still just finished cooking because it's still hot and steamy. What is his name, ah rantang. Yeah, the challenge is funny. I remember my childhood because my mother had a few branches like this.

I open one by one the arrangement of the 4 rantang. Warm white rice, stir-fried kale, salted squid ozeng, and chicken geprek or what this is I do not understand. I smile. This is all my favorite menu. Where does that woman know my favorite. Even though Ranti never told me my favorite food that is salted squid.

I eat very well. With five fingers increasingly feel delicious until all is not left.

This is one of my wise eats. After my mother died, I almost never got salted squid again. Even if there is at home dining-house is a balado squid or the like. Not a dioseng wearing chili ijo. The difference made by Vika is more crowded because it is added paprika and onions. I'm kangen my mother.

But can't linger nostalgic. My next job is waiting. I have to finish it immediately so that I can go home on time aka not overtime. Because this body is a bit tired and tired want to immediately relax lying in our comfortable room.

Some financial books some restos have been revised and moved to the ledger. Kulirik watches, there are only 20 minutes left. Enough to tidy up the files on my desk. I poured water over the glass in my cup at the corner of the table. Drinking it to the end quenched my thirst in my throat.

Done it. Several fellow employees left the room one by one. Leaving the trail by pressing the end-of-hours button on the automatic machine in front of the door. Rushing scramble down the elevator to the ground floor to return home each.

"Yes...!"

A woman waved her hand in front of the gate of my office building.

Vika????

"Sorry, I'm interrupting again!" he said approaching with a smile.

"You are so annoying!" my answer continued to walk regardless of him was caught following my steps.

I walked towards the parking lot. But wait,...

"Hey, are you deliberately following me?" tanyaku spicy. Vika nodded still with a smile but wider.

"What do you need?" ask again.

"Can we talk for a second, ma'am?" she said slowly as if trying to take my heart. I looked into his eyes, still looking a little bruised. But his face was better than that time.

"Sorry, I don't have time."

"Please, mom! I was confused, who else should ask for help," Vika said. Begging with both hands in front of me.

Hhhh.....! Make me dizzy again it seems, grumbled my heart upset.

"Please yes, ses... You are a grown woman. Having a mind must be more mature than a 12-year-old snot boy. You can ask your other friends for help. I'm not your friend. Excuse me!"

"Mas Dika! Helpme! Please, help me again!" Vika pleads lower. Eyes glazed. Almost fell a tear on his cheek.

"Well, what are you asking for?"

"Can we find a more comfortable place to talk!"

"Hadeh. Talk here, if you don't want to. I'm going." I threatened Vika to make her remove the details that were about to slide on her cheek.

"Mas, I'm asking you to lend me some money. This is my certificate of parental inheritance, you can hold for bail. If I could ask for more help, please sell it!"

"Mas! Please hold this." Vika forced me to take her home certificate. I clasped his hand. It looks rough, but I had to.

"Mas, I really believe you. Even more trusting of you than others. This house was offered 1 M 4 years ago. Maybe the price is now more 2 or 3 times. But I need a little renov and take care of the electricity cut off by PLN and also PDAM water. Dika can sell or pawn." Vika continued to thrust the bundle of milk-brown envelopes. I'm inflamed, angry.

"You think I'm the theater? I come from a simple family. That's why I worked so hard to get more so that I could succeed. But I don't like dirty ways much less cheating and playing with people's rights. Sorry, I'm not interested!"

"It is precisely because it is you, ma'am! Other people will use my wealth just to make friends with me. But you didn't! That's why I'm so brave to trust you!" Vika keeps me glued. His words were loud as he squatted in the role of the office parking lot. A few passersby looked at us.

I got in my car. Opening the front door for Vika to go inside was also because it was uncomfortable to see people.

"Let's go, let me take you home."

"I'm happy, I'm eating my cooking until it's over. Thank you, mas!"

I didn't answer his words. I should be the one to thank you for that.

"Where are you staying?"

"Sultan Syahrir, Menteng."

The elite area. I'm silent and don't talk much. So is Vika who can only glance at me occasionally. He looked a bit scared but remained firm on his stance.

Vika asked me to stop at a mansion. Right as Vika said, it should be slightly renovated. The paint fences are starting to fade.

"Come down first, mom! Please.." pinta Vika with a sad voice.

I took a heavy breath. Hhh. Just sec.

Vika pulled a fence that was a bit heavy.

"No, I'll park here. Just a minute!"

Vika. Back close the garage fence with a noise that is quite disturbing.

"Four years I've left this house!"

I was surprised inside. Moist smell, paper trash and leaves scattered. Even some letters scattered on the page were left alone.

"You've been living here all this time?"

"Where else do you want, mom? These are the only possessions my parents have left. Others have changed hands."

"And you stayed here a few days not intending to clear it up? At the very least, clean it for your convenience as well." Vika just kept watching me shake my head.

"I really didn't think. You may sleep and be indifferent to the state of this house. Again, this is a luxurious house! My house and Ranti are 10 times simpler than this but more comfortable and beautiful."

"I'm out of money, man!"

"Clean-clean don't need a lot of koq money! Buy a floor cleaner and a room freshener that can sachetan khan? Mop cloth from used clothes you can use. Hhhh, Vika, Vika!"

Vika is embarrassed. He has never been clean all this time because he is always helped by his household assistants. I know that from Ranti's story.

"Hinges your garage fence, you apply vegetable oil.. Now!" my orders made him run in a hurry.

I rolled my shirt arm up to my elbow. Unlock my shoes and put them in the corner of the room. This house cannot be left like this if you want to get a good offer.

Vika was busy with vegetable oil that was still in the packaging that she applied with a small brush every hinge of her garage. I noticed how it worked that made me snarl. Slow.

I approached Vika. Taking the brush in his hand rather roughly. I did it carefully and neatly.

"Tuh, see khan? The fence now you can open the lid without using a lot of energy. No more squeaking like that."

"Yes! Wow, can koq?! Great, mas!" Vika cheered like an 8-year-old child. Jumping and clapping with sparkling eyes. In stark contrast to Vika who first met with a tear description telling a western-eastern story because of her husband's treatment. I prefer the child version of Vika. Sweet, innocent and her face cheerful.

Unconsciously I smiled. I started thinking, go around her house. See what I need to get this all done. There are three floors. I can't possibly clean everything. At least the terrace, living room, kitchen and bathroom can I eliminate the unpleasant smell.

"Where is the nearest minimarket?"

"There's a front there, ma'am!"

"Come, come with me!"

Meeting with Vika always sucks. But this time, I had to act even more so that Vika would no longer ask for my help.

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