
The pale face with the aunt's trembling lips, made Shena stop bribing rice into her mouth. Then, the girl moved from her seat. "Why didn't aunt tell me from earlier? Now it's night, isn't aunt's house in the village?"
"Yes, Non. Last afternoon, the little guy's grandmother just called and said everything was fine, but just sent a message ...," Aunt couldn't continue her words, tears that had been detained. Escape had wet both of his cheeks.
Seeing that, Shena couldn't bear it. The two hands of aunt, giving a gentle swab to calm down. Danish also intervened, the man took the wallet he always carried. Take out all the cash, then give it to the aunt.
"Auntie can go home tonight, and use this money to bring her son a check to the doctor. Later let Mang Asep deliver." Clearly Danish muffled the anxiety of the wife, her actions solved one problem with the right solution.
Finally, Aunt Sumi left the employer's house. The permission obtained relieved the heart of a servant. Actually he felt bad, but circumstances did not allow to continue the work. Especially with the mind that continues to be fixed on the baby.
Meanwhile, the night is getting late. Didn't make Shena close her eyes. Time has shown ten o'clock at night. The girl, however, is still busy examining Naina's project files, as well as looking for referrals on the science of nano technology. Lots of articles, both of which provide official and illegal info.
One by one the important points are written into important notes. After two hours with the theme of nano technology. The girl is stretching. Tiredness felt, nothing with the memory of his status as a senate. Problems always come without notice.
One side, there is doubt. Not because of power freak. However, he remembered the grand event that must be prepared immediately. Go forward wrong, but retreat is more wrong. It is not impossible, Mr. Ibrahim will scapegoat himself as the center of the problem.
Dilemmas. However, who can be a neutral appraiser and give good advice on the problem he is facing. Confused until all the results of the search like spinning in the head without being absorbed for him to learn. At least tonight could complete one of the pending plans.
Reverie's scum. When someone knocks on the door of the room, "Come in! Not in the lock."
The door slowly opened. Danish came in with a cup of coffee. Of course, it was immediately discovered what the man brought. The fragrant aroma of spirit awakened to meet his sense of smell.
"Mas, haven't slept?" shena asked turning the chair that had been her most comfortable place for the past two hours. "Coffee? For me?"
Danish nodded, letting his cup of coffee change hands. While he looked at what the wife was doing. It's a little weird, though, when that girl majored in business. It is precisely looking for a lot of information about nano technology.
Moreover, the new generation project is a place for young entrepreneurs. So, where does the connecting rope between his wife's actions and goals come together? Highlight the eyes filled with questioning, making Shena sing a round of knotty smiles.
"If this is your best friend's project. Why are you busy yourself, even staying up like this SheZa?" danish asked, not understanding the wife's decision that would clearly focus on solving the problems of others, and not his own.
Shena did not want to explain something that did not require an explanation, but this time the one who asked was a husband. Likes, dislikes. He has an obligation to get rid of misunderstandings. Don't get it, Danish thinks the friendship between him, Naina and siti is just to take advantage of each other.
If you think like that. So it was only the beginning of doubt among the stories of the three girls who loved each other. "Mas, I can do anything to ease the burden of the people I love. Moreover, it's my decision. It's my responsibility."
"The soul of the knight." Danish looked at Shena unblinkingly, the glint of the eyes emanating from the wife's netra was an exemplary light of confidence. "Do you know that a leader will be respected when all those under his leadership feel they have real protection?"
Shena shook her head. Half of the heart believes, but not with logic. Leaders are not only about respect, but have pillars that cannot be changed. Especially replaced with sweet stuff. Danish should understand everything without having to be explained.
"Me," Shena pointed to herself with her index finger, "Not the leader. Among us, no one has more or less rights and obligations than each other. If we only had a piece of bread. Then we'll share it fair. Well, we support each other, but not exploit."
An impressed justification explains. Now Danish is conscious. His wife is not a teenage girl in general. The girl is able to face the world. Honestly, after tonight. The fear of the future instantly disappeared. Let alone Tiara, another name to come. Mr. Xavier.
"SheZa, is your job done?" Danish asked after hearing all the expressions of the wife's heart.
Not answering. The girl only gave the five finger codes plastered in front of her face. It still takes time, seeing it. He could only listen, watching what the wife was doing.
After waiting for ten minutes. Shena finished cleaning all the files and notes into one box gift box that was large enough. Then go back to enjoying the remaining coffee half and it has started to cool.
"So, Mas wants to talk about Mbak Tiara. Right?" shena asked clarified the purpose of her husband who was willing to wait and stay in a place like a beautiful statue display.
A serious voice greeted such a deep eye, a beautiful and adorable face. Tonight looks different from an overly mature way of behaving. That slightly shook Danish consciousness as a man.
Silence daydreaming without answers. Suddenly, Shena moved from her seat. Patting her husband's cheek. Sure enough, the man was traveling somewhere. Really sucks. Is it so hard to tell about Tiara's ex-fiancee?
Suddenly his heart was hot, considering that Danish and Tiara's relationship had been a long time. Have the two couples ever had an out-of-bounds relationship? What if it does? No. gabe. It was the confusion in the heart and mind that made Shena breathe out so violently.
"Mas, do you still love Mbak Tiara?" shena asked half-strungly, making Danish consciousness return to the real world.