I'm taking you off, Mas!

Jutek And Cold

Time passed so quickly it did not feel that 2 months Afkar worked in a textile shop in Tanah Abang.

Where to succeed there is always someone who does not like it. Just like Afkar, when he was the pride of the owner of the shop where he worked. There are other workers who do not like their achievements.

The performance and results obtained by Afkar were manipulated by his co-workers.

there were almost a few golongs of material lost while Afkar was in charge of guarding the shop. After work hours Afkar was called by Uda Malik, the owner of the shop where he worked.

"Why can't there be no stuff? Isn't the report you made all complete?" Uda Malik asked Afkar as they were both recalculating data and stock.

Afkar was silent while thinking. 'How weird, yesterday I had a few times check the stock, the goods there ko! Why is it lost like this?'

Inner Afkar.

"You have to replace the missing item, Kar! I'm giving you some leeway to change everything without having to get out of this. I'm sorry I can't give you any more relief!" Uda Malik. The owner of the store could not discriminate against employees who committed violations. Although in order to have helped many meritorious to develop his shop. Rules are rules.

Afkar nodded in response. He knows the risk.

"Good, Sir! I will be responsible for all these losses" Afkar said. He prefers to accept with roomy chest calamity that occurs. Something made Afkar curious. His heart wondered who had done such cunning to him.His mind was instantly fixed on someone.

Without Afkar noticing, there was someone who was listening to their chat. The man smiled full of satisfaction at the punishment Afkar received.

"Rasain you, who told me to change my position," Jono murmured softly as he eavesdropped on Afkar and Uda Malik's conversation.

After talking to Uda Malik, Afkar breathed heavily in the face of the problems that had happened to him. Afkar already knew, who did this kind of evil to him.

'Astaghfirullahaladzim, ' Afkar said in his heart as he continued walking out of the shop where he worked. Today he is free from cleaning up the shop. So Afkar can go home first.

"Eatya so people do not be arrogant, pretentious to know everything about textiles, ' said Jono. Afkar immediately looked back when he heard someone's rambling.

"Heh, I've guessed you did this" Afkar exclaimed.

"Hey, watch your talk! Do you have any evidence to accuse me of that" said Jono.

"Showever you tickle. One day it will be broken! You can enjoy the results now but see later. You will feel the results you have made so far! You think I don't know who's been sneaking textiles all this time" Afkar continued, staring intently at Jono.

Not accepting with Afkar's words, Jono clenched his hand. If only now they were not in a crowded place right now this was definitely a fight had occurred.

"Prove that you know who I am!" Jono walked past Afkar while nudging Afkar's shoulder.

Got that kind of treatment from Jono. Afkar could only shake his head. He prefers to go home soon.

Far abroad, two women of different ages were busy tidying up the items they would bring for their long holiday.

Yara and Dhiya are thrilled after the permission obtained for Yara to be able to make her long flight this time. The age of the womb has stepped on 5 months so that it is in accordance with flight regulations. He can travel by plane.

"Mother, if you have arrived in Indonesia can not Dhiya meet with Eyang Uti and father?" Dhiya asked as the boy was helping Yara in the room.

Yara stopped her movements for a moment. Then turned to Dhiya who had just finished putting all the clothes into the suitcase.

Yara sat down for a moment on the edge of the bed. "Sister, whenever you want to meet your sister or father, you will never forbid. Mommy understands that you miss them so much" Yara told Dhiya. His hands stretched out stroking his stomach which began to look distended.

"Thank you mother" cried Dhiya. The little boy who entered elementary school this year was sitting next to Yara. "Mothers aren't angry with them, are they?" Ask Dhiya.

Yara smiled back at him. Then shook his head slowly.

"Mother has forgiven them a long time ago, dear!" answer Yara.

"Why don't you want to talk to each other every time you call dad?"

Yara sighed softly. If you ask a lot like this. Yara had to answer accompanied by a proper reason. If not, many more questions will arise.

"Mother does not want to make dizzy eyes, Brother. You know what you're talking to your mother like?" Yara asked back.

Dhiya nodded slowly while pursing her lips. "That must be getting angry. Huh, is he still like that, Bun?"

"Mother doesn't know, son. It's just that you're better off avoiding than later mama makes you angry.right?" Yara explained. "We just pray that the eyes have changed when we meet the mother later

Hearing Yara's words made Dhiya a little surprised. "Mother would like to see you with dad too?" Dhiya looked in disbelief.

"God willing that the Creator would allow you to meet them. Mother will re-establish friendship as a brother."

Dhiya immediately hugged Yara. "So, I'm so happy to hear it, Bun! Finally, mom and dad can be good. God gave you the prayer!" Dhiya said with a hug to Yara.

"This is what I asked for, Bun! I ask mommy and dad to be able to do well. You can even meet again. Even though you know there's no way you can be together anymore because now there's a father who replaced you." Dhiya immediately lowered his head after speaking.

Yara smiled but her heart felt like it was going through her. Yara quickly reached out to touch Dhiya's chin.

"Don't hear mom! Although Mother and father cannot be together anymore, but mother promises, you will get affection from father and mother. Mother will try to make peace with the situation. Mommy wants to see Dhiya smile like that. Forgive me, darling!" Yara said as she cupped Dhiya's face with both hands.

Hate for too long is not good. Having a good relationship with your ex is the best thing right now. And it turns out this is what Dhiya expects from Yara and Afkar. Dhiya wants to see her separated parents re-establish a good relationship.

"Especially the affection of papa, certainly will be even greater," said Erza who had just entered the room. The man heard all the chatter from the two women he loved so much.

"Maas ...."

"Mr ...."

Yara and Dhiya say together when they find out about Erza's arrival.

The man with the thin beard sat on the bed. Dhiya is in the middle of Yara and Erza.

"His future brother will get affection from Afkar's father as well. Father and mother have planned the birth of a baby in Indonesia. Before you go to school, you will stay in Indonesia until the baby is brought back here later" Erza said, embracing Dhiya's shoulder.

"So we'll stay in Indonesia again, Pah?" Ask Dhiya. He did not seem to believe Erza's words.

"It's only temporary, honey. It just so happens that papa has a job for the next year in Indonesia. Papa also does not want to separate from you so we better move there first. But wait for Oma and Opa to come here. We're gonna have a four-month anniversary thanksgiving for mom's pregnancy."

"Oma same Opa wants to come here, Pah? When?" Dhiya seemed excited to hear it. Although rarely met with Mama Anggi and Papa Rangga, the parents often contact Dhiya via video call. And just one month ago the two visited the Land of Milk and Honey country. A country famous for milk and honey whose quality is number one in Europe.

"Yes oma and opa would like to participate in the four-monthly thanksgiving event, dear! They just landed at the airport. It might be here soon, too" said Erza.

"What's right, Mas? Why not tell me the same? I'm not ready for anything!" serobot Yara's. The woman was a little surprised to hear that. For Yara did not know that her two in-laws would arrive today.

"The mother who told me not to tell you, dear."

"Why?"

"You must be busy cooking and preparing a lot of food for them. Mama is afraid you are soy sauce," said Erza.

"But I have absolutely no preparation to welcome mom and dad, Mom." Yara got up from her seat. The woman was about to prepare a meal to welcome her two in-laws.

"Assalamualaikum," Shouted someone heard on the first floor of the mansion.

"Waalaikumussalam," Yara and Erza answered and looked at each other. Yara widened her eyes. "Mas, that's my mom's voice!" yara.

Dhiya who was puffed with that voice immediately stood up and ran out of the room

"Oma ...," cried Dhiya as she ran downstairs.

"Sister, be careful not to run!" Yara exclaimed as she stepped out of the room.

"You too be careful, dear!" Erza.

The woman came out of the room along with Erza. Slowly and carefully, Yara and Erza descended one by one the stairs.

"Great grandson, Oma." Mama Anggi spread her arms welcoming Dhiya who ran towards her.

"Oma," cried Dhiya while scattering her body into Mama Anggi's arms.

A pair of eyes watched Dhiya from earlier. Both corners of his lips were interested in seeing the smile and cheerfulness from Dhiya. Dhiya's kind and generous attitude to others makes the boy's heart charmed to him. It's just that Dhiya's attitude is jutek and cold to him.

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To be continued

Happy Eid Al-Fitr Day 1444 H, Minal aidzin walfaidzin apologizes to my faithful readers. Sorry, old authors are not up. Ahead of Lebaran yesterday many packages of Lebaran packages were done. Time in real life. Sorry yes, please.

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