I'm taking you off, Mas!
Papa ... Up, Pa!
Afkar tries to get close to Uda Malik when Zana, the daughter of his boss, has left.
“I doubt my daughter's lover. Looks like he's just using Zana, Kar.” Uda Malik immediately told me when Afkar had just arrived at the table where he counted the stock of goods.
“If both of them are ready to get married, you better have your blessing, sir. Than something impossible happens.”
“You mean?” ask Uda Malik.
“God's Rule no one knows. It is not good if a pair of humans are often together. If you are married, Zana's responsibilities will move to her husband later. Just pray, Zana's future husband is biak.” Afkar.
“You are always wise in giving input, but it is not that easy. I want to make sure that man is really good for my daughter.”
“Excuse me, Mas Afkar! New stuff that came yesterday I have not entered the bookkeeping. Fear even delay.” One of the other officers interrupted Uda Malik and Afkar.
“Already, I just entered. Please arrange neat. Remember the old one was put in front of the new one behind him,” Afkar said.
“Good, Mas.” After the officer left. Uda Malik also moved from there. He did not want to interfere with the work Afkar was doing.
“Forward your work! Thank you for hearing my complaint,” said Uda Malik with a smile emanating from her face.
“Sama-sama, Sir.”
Uda Malik passed from before Afkar.
At the luxurious residence of Mr. Rio. The silent and desolate atmosphere Yara felt. As long as her husband had not returned, Yara toured the mansion by herself. Walk casually watching the house that once lived his mother first.
His face flashed a smile as he looked at some photos of the beautiful woman plastered in several places in the house. Yara's hand stalling felt the photo of the late Mama Mira. “Mah, now that I've gathered together Brother Alieen and papa. I'm glad to be with them. This is what I've been dreaming of all this time. If only my mother were alive. Surely this happiness is more perfect,” muttered Yara, he again stepped foot into the backyard.
An empty plot of land was seen there. Bi Tum who accidentally saw the existence of Yara in the backyard immediately approached her.
“Non Yara again what?” tanya Bi Tum made Yara who was staring at the empty land turn to him.
“Eh, aunt. Here, why is the land empty? Not planted with plants or anything like that, very dear,” said Yara while staring back at the empty land that covers about 300 meters.
“Then, this land was used as a place to grow hydroponic vegetables by Mrs Puspa. Mr. Rio also ordered a gardener to plant here. It's just that he rarely comes home these days. So no one is monitoring. Sometimes the garden results from workers in the section on workers in this house,” said Bi Tum.
“Mama also often grow vegetables in the orphanage, where we used to live. Lots of memories that are not forgotten as papa huh, Bik?” ask Yara.
“Never more precisely. Miss knows, aunty sometimes wants to cry when you stay alone here. Looking towards the garden. The sadness was obvious at the time. The most regrettable big lady has not had time to apologize to Mrs Puspa.”
“Even I haven't had a chance to meet Oma. Then what about the woman who instigated papa?” Yara was getting curious.
“The woman went out of nowhere after Mr. Rio chased her away and eliminated her. Whether it is still alive or not is certain at that time Mr. Rio was very angry when he found out that Mrs Puspa was framed at that time,” said Bi Tum.
“Tell me everything, Bi. I want to hear the truth,” pinta Yara. He knew that Bi Tum would know everything.
Bi Tum looked at Yara for a moment, then sighed heavily. Slowly the old woman closed her eyes. Part by piece the picture of the incident he remembered. And slowly Bi Tum told what he knew about the misunderstanding between Mr. Rio and Mrs Puspa decades ago to Yara. The incident caused the couple to separate until one of them died.
There was pain in Yara's heart hearing the story of her parents. I don't know who he should be angry with that which has passed. Without feeling the chatter they both split because of the adzan dzuhur who reverberated. So clearly heard because the luxurious residence is not far from the grand Assembly in the elite housing complex.
“Yes Allah, papa asked to be awakened pas dzuhur. I went to papa's room first, Bi,” said goodbye to Yara.
Bi Tum nodded his head in reply. “Be careful, Non. Slow down the path does not need to be rushed. Mr. Rio must have woken up before the lady got to her room,” Bi Tum said.
Yara chuckled small. “Iya anyway, but still papa asked to be awakened earlier. Oh yes, Bi. Please make food for papa. Last morning it ate a little,” Yara's word.
“Iya, Non. I'll prepare. After the worship master must have finished.” Bi Tum and Yara finally stepped together towards the inside of the house. If Bi Tum turns towards the kitchen while Yara continues to step towards Mr. Rio's room.
Czech ...
Yara opened the door to Mr. Rio's room. Yara's lips immediately glazed perfectly when she saw her father was doing worship. Even though while sitting in bed. Yara intended to wait at the door but unfortunately the sound of the car from the front of the house made the woman step there.
“Sorry, old,” Erza said as she hugged Yara and kissed her forehead.
Yara immediately turned to Dhiya. He saw that the bandage in his daughter's hand had been replaced. “Kakak no cry ‘kan when open bandage?” Ask Yara. Dhiya nodded his head slowly. Then Yara turned to Syafa. “How is Mba? Is the wound better?” fawning at Yara's question, he felt worried about Syafa as well.
“Alhamdulillah the seams have been opened. Just recovery, but look, my head's a little bit pitak.” Syafa pointed out his slightly pinched head as a result of his wound with a hint of laughter.
Yara chuckles at Syafa's head. “Hair model of today,” led Yara.
“Huh, fortunately it is at the bottom, so it can be covered with top hair,” complained Syafa.
“Better covered all wear hijab,” continued Roni who also just came.
Shafa turned to the man. His sight and Roni meet each other. They returned to each other with smiles. Syafa decided on the view first because he was aware of who he was at the moment.
“Yeah, I forgot something,” said Yara surprised everything.
“Why, Dear?” Erza was surprised.
“I'm waiting for papa to finish praying. Bi Tum has prepared food for papa, I went to his room first yes,” his farewell to all. Yara immediately headed for Mr. Rio's room.
“I came, Ra,” followed Syafa but her steps were prevented by Roni. Yara had left Syafa first.
“Wait, Fa.”
Shafa stopped his steps and turned to Roni. “Why, Mas?” ask Syafa.
“Do you have filed for divorce with Afkar. I got word from your lawyer that the lawsuit was just sent to Afkar's house. Is that true?” ask Syafa.
The woman nodded back at him. “True, Mas. The day before the accident I registered the divorce.”
“Oh, sorry I just wanted to ask you that. I also managed to meet the opponent who was going to buy your house. But, sorry, to sell the existing shares in Textilindo company I can not sell it because Mr. Rio plans to take back the company.” Rony explained.
“But my shares are not much there, where might be able to take over everything again,” Shafa refuted.
“I will invest there. After the company returns to us, I will ask Afkar to manage it,” Erza continued.
Shafa shook his head at Erza's words. Syafa was a little suspicious of Erza's words. And his sister-in-law understood the suspicions that were in Syafa. “No other intent. My father and I knew Afkar well. He is very good at this company. Before the company is returned. So much improvement when it was in his hands.”
“It is true, but I reiterate I do not want to interfere and there are links later with Mas Afkar,” exclaimed Syafa.
“I make sure not,” firmly Erza.
‘Sorry, Mom. It's not that I don't want to be on good terms with you even though we're separated but I learned to live far from your shadow.’
Inner Syafa.
"Papa, up! Pa. ..," shouted Yara from inside Mr. Rio's room. "Mas, Mas Erza. please!"
Everyone outside turned to the room. Erza immediately ran towards the room when she heard Yara's cry calling out her name.
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To Be continued
