IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Mas Riza Again

Jobs in the field seem to be more energy intensive. Fortunately, Riza works deftly, so it can be finished quickly.

"we had lunch before returning to the office" said Mas Riza. Naturally, if he went hungry, checking the suitability between the estate and the documents of several containers of goods must be very tired.

"indeed this kind of checking must be done by the direct leader huh mas?

No one has their own part" I asked, beginning to wonder. Because it will be very heavy if in the end a woman who has to do this.

"there's actually a part of it yourself. It's just that yesterday had experienced a delivery document constraint. So to avoid shipping being rejected again, the leader went down directly. You take a big cost mbak, surely the company suffered a lot of losses if it was rejected several times" mas Riza explained while continuing to drive.

"eat here, ma'am. This is one of the places that I often visit with my father" mas Riza turned his car into a Japanese cooking shop.

"wah, secretly papa has tastes like a young boy too huh. I like to eat weird"

"indeed, if you go out on the streets with the same family that you never take a strange meal mbk?"

"never, because it's already the first child who requests food"

"wow, just give it a shot"

Thanks to Riza I've learned a few things about papa. It feels outrageous, is not it, if others know more about the tastes of our parents, than their own children?

But it's a fact. Because all this time papa always obeyed the will of his children. Until the children forget to pay attention to the wishes of their parents. It feels selfish of me. Until now, until you have a husband, you can not understand your own parents.

That's from my side, because I rarely follow papa everywhere like a jackass. Maybe you know more about papa, because adek is closer to papa. Often join papa traveling, unlike me who more often choose at home only.

Once I got a seat, I pulled out the phone that had been hiding in the bag.

I noticed the front screen, no incoming message notification. It's been half a day and Dian hasn't contacted me at all, not even texting. Are you busy again or really busy?

I started typing messages.

Riza was busy writing the order.

"what's Kayra want to order?" ask Riza.

"ah, yes mas for a moment" I continued typing a message after that just looked at the menu book.

Not wasting much time, I chose the most familiar menu and often I eat. Not because the favorite too, just try a new menu with a new taste contains the risk of not matching on the tongue. While there is not much time at the moment to linger.

The phone rang, and it was Dian.

"hay,assalamu'alaikum" greeted me in a longing tone.

"waalaikum salam. Again where, working hours can be out-of-the-box" is certainly a different feeling seen on the camera screen today.

"out of duty in the field, same mas Riza. It stopped by for a meal before I went back to the office" I showed the camera screen to Riza. It shows that Riza is also playing a mobile phone at this time.

"mas" said Riza briefly.

"he again, he again. Why is he always the same everywhere?" dian protest, which was clearly heard directly by Riza mas.

"well.kan he's Papa's assistant, it's been years. It's not possible for me to be apprenticed for just a few months, and then Papa to change assistants?" I asked a question that inevitably made Dian use of her logic.

"i want to talk to him"

Dian's words began to rise and without saying again I gave my phone to Riza mas.

"mas, my husband wants to talk" I told Riza.

"titip my wife, don't mess around" said Dian sounded fierce.

Rarely do I hear Dian speaking in such a tone. Get used to hearing soft, soothing sentences. It made me a little afraid of his anger.

"get ready, for sure it is" replied mas Riza clearly and densely.

"never touch my wife" it seems Dian is really in a fierce fashion.

"beres mas, I'm tame really" mas Riza actually responded very casually.

"return it to my wife" said Dian again fiercely.

I grabbed my phone back from Riza's hand.

"Thankfully, I took away your lipstick. Look out, no way. Sitting on the back bench if you just go alone" said Dian makes me embarrassed on mas Riza.

Not supposed to be jealous Dian openly known by mas Riza. But how else, vcall call is definitely the loudspeaker sound.

"astagfirullah, baby. It also sits a meter away.

Yes, from there I also sat in the back bench" I showed you the existence of mas Riza who was sitting quite far from me. He smiled while shaking his head.

"where have you been all day with no news? Don't tell me it's the same aspri?" ask me.

"what is aspri?"Dian asked back.

"personal assistant" answered me melan, while tasting the ice lemon tea that has just been served.

"awh, yeah. Why don't I think Dad.

It seems cool, if you have a female personal assistant, which is beautiful, still singgle, can be taken everywhere"

"iwh, honey. Just be careful if you yourself are macem-macem" just this time hearing Dian say such a flirtatious joke, so tickle my ears.

"what the hell, my guy isn't the boss either, you forgot?" dian replied casually.

I put on a lip expression.

"i'm going around this branch again, check the report. Let alone personal assistant, personal driver just not in love with the boss"

"hihihihi, be patient dear"

"shares are everywhere, but work is only subordinate. Nasibbb fate" continued Dian.

"no problem. You are still my beloved husband, my pride. Whichever path you choose, as long as it does not violate the norm, I will support it.

"but tetep, later I'll go home to pick it up" yaelah, the end back again on to his possessiveness again.

"he said again around the branch, not tired?" ask me. Ignoring the Riza mas who was sitting daydreaming.

"no. Not getting out of town. Later go home to your driving house"

"yes yes.

Yes, my order has arrived. Eat first yes. Don't eat it late"

"okay, happy meal, baby. Don't forget the prayer"

"yes, ready. Assalamualaikum" I ended the conversation. Then put the phone back in the bag.

It looks like Riza mas who is still silent staring at the food that has been served.

"don't eat the mas?"

"wait to Kayra. Time boys eat first from the boss, not polite"

"mas Riza this is what the hell. The boss is Papa, not me.

Yasudah, eat yok. Lapers"

For a moment the atmosphere became quiet, enjoying each other's food. Then after the meal we immediately left, considering this was still in working hours.

On the way to the office mas Riza just silent. Though usually like to invite conversation, just to melt the atmosphere.

Is it possible that Riza's not happy to talk to me, because of what Dian said earlier?

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