Just One Feeling's

Thousand Face

Everyone out of the house. They even delayed breakfast to see who and what was at the gate.

And sure enough, there were two middle-aged mothers standing in front of the gate. Without anyone saying a word, they all walked towards the gate.

"Good morning, can anyone help?" (say Ziban)

Andin's stunned. Completely stunned. Hearing Ziban speak so sweetly and politely to the two middle-aged mothers. Andin looked at Ziban as if he could not believe it. Then he looked at Secretary Chan. Seeking answers from him.

Secretary Chan hinted with a glance at his eyes. Andin rounded his mouth. Form the letter O. And immediately took a glance at Arga and Kumala.

Hemm, thousand-faced base.

That's exactly the sign of Secretary Chan. Even Andin forgot about it. About Ziban who seems very sweet to anyone if there is Arga and Kumala nearby. I don't know what the purpose is. Andin knows that Ziban just wants to get the best place in Arga and Kumala's heart.

Ziban is about to open the gate. But, suddenly Secretary Chan forbids it.

"Sorry young master, you should keep your distance from unknown people. Because not everyone can be trusted. Even middle-aged mothers."

"You can't say that, Secretary Chan. Did you forget? That I ever taught you to respect women at the top level?" (Jawab Ziban)

Hearing Ziban's words, Andin turned his face back and smiled.

Absolutely disgusting, my husband.

Ziban finally opened the gate. He invited the two middle-aged mothers to speak. Says the reason for coming to meet him.

"We are the mother of two office boys who have worked in your office. What you spend and you demand for their attitude that harms other employees. We deeply regret the shameful deeds of our son."

"Yes, young master. And we came here to apologize and ask for leniency for our son. Pity us. We come from a family that is not. To eat, eat as is. Plus, seeing our son languishing in prison. It makes us as mothers, very tormented, injured, also miserable."

Say the two middle-aged mothers in turn. Secretary Chan suddenly spoke up. There is one thing that is clearly recorded and needs to be debated by him.

"Sorry if I'm sassy. There's something stuck in my brain about what you said. It's about your son's salary. The young master even gave a fairly large salary compared to other companies. And often there is a bonus. Even if it's an office boy. And it doesn't make sense, if eating is hard?"

Ziban raised his right hand forward. Means, "Enough." Then he left them all without saying anything more. All stared at Ziban's departure into the house.

Andin was the first to pursue Ziban. And followed by Arga and Kumala. Only Secretary Chan remained.

"Please give young master time to think. If there's good news, I'll see you. Give me your home address." (said Secretary Chan)

Andin managed to keep up with Ziban who kept walking to his room. Kumala and Arga return to the table. Without interfering in his daughter-in-law's business.

"Your mom's okay?"

Andin stopped Ziban's steps right in front of the bedroom door.

"Hem."

"You have to have breakfast first, ma'am."

There was no response. Andin smiles.

"Yes, let me get you. You're in the room."

Andin went down to the dining table. Ziban went into the room. In his silence, he thought about what he should decide. About those two middle-aged mothers. It was not easy for him to forgive a fatal mistake. Sure oes. But everything needs to be seen from a different side. And need to be considered.

Ziban nodded to himself. He knows what he has to do before he decides. He sat on the edge of the bed. And was about to pick up his cell phone lying on the table. Suddenly, her eyeballs were fixed on something that made her forehead wrinkle. He took.

What pill is this?

Pills. Exactly it. Not long after Ziban had observed, he was surprised by Andin coming inside. Ziban opened and took one pill out of curiosity. And still leave the others. Which he held in his right hand.

Said Andin while putting a tray containing breakfast for the two of them. He looked at Ziban whose face was full of questions.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

Andin nodded.

"What is this pill?"

Ziban showed it to Andin. Instantly, Andin's face looked pias. He could not even hide his surprised face.

How did my husband find the pill?

"Nope-no. Mum-not me. Uh, I mean I don't know, mas. It's possible, it belongs to Si Mbok or one of the servants who cleaned the room. I'll ask them." (he replied)

Andin took the pill that Ziban was holding in his right hand. And leave the room immediately. Ziban just stared at Andin's back with an ordinary face.

......................

The sun is just above the crown. Heat. Heat. And hot. One word, which will not be missed from speech. Drink as much cold water, open the entire cloth attached to the body and then turn on the fan, or even throw the body in the bath.

Dream for those who work with labels, heat, rain. No day without complaining. No day without wiping the sweat.

"Huh, finally, rest too."

Meta leaned his head and straightened his legs in the resting room for the waiters. He was alone in the room. Because the others are somewhere else. He felt that time was running very slow. And walk very fast if you rest.

It's true, there's nothing to look forward to but rest. And there's nothing to hate but working hours to start. Yeah, how else. If you want money, you have to work first. Even the rich. It's just that, in terms of employment and income that distinguishes.

Suddenly his phone vibrated. Signaled there was an incoming message for him. Meta read it in heart.

"Don't daydream like that. If you are tired of working, stop. I can afford the needs of my beloved."

Meta was surprised by the content of the message from Secretary Chan. Who knows that he is daydreaming. He then turned his eyes towards the door. And sure enough, there's Secretary Chan there.

"Mas Chan, you been a long time?"

Without answering Meta's questions, Secretary Chan instead switched the conversation. He invited Meta to find food outside. Meta looks doubtful.

"Come, brother."

It doesn't take long to persuade Meta. The two of them went out to forage at the invitation of Secretary Chan. They also got into the car. Secretary Chan was driving at moderate speed. No one is talking.

"Mas Chan, aren't you busy?"

Meta raised his voice to break the silence between them.

"It's too busy, brother. Even today had to see Doctor Ferana on the orders of the young master."

Meta nodded without questioning anything else anymore. While elsewhere, at the same time, it looks Si Mbok who is calling seriously.

"It's quiet. It's been done by Si Mbok."

Over there, a voice from the interlocutor Si Mbok was speaking without responding to Si Mbok's speech first.

"Yes mom, just a minute. Selena's calling Si Mbok."

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