Karma Love
Need Additional Energy
When it was seven o'clock in the evening, the Emperor's signs had not been seen.
Long wait finally Syila wrote a message if she wanted to eat meatballs outside. By riding a long-forgotten Vespa motorbike Syila wears her casual clothes and widens her hijab.
It had not been around for a long time like that made Syila a little amused.
Syila stopped her motorbike when she saw a store selling meatballs. He just sat there without paying attention to the surroundings.
“Syila?” the voice he was very familiar with, now felt horror in his ears. He looked lazily.
Dika was also in line. Syila had risen from her seat but sat down again when a buyer accidentally nudged her.
“Already, just sit here sweet. You bought meatballs?”
‘What question is it? this is a meatball shop where you can buy rice, her inner’.
“Are you reminiscing about our story?” tanya Dika tried to look Syila in the eyes.
“I still remember that time you ordered spicy meatballs unconsciously because fascinated by me,” Dika smiled to herself.
“And when I tease you, you look misbehaved with a blushing face, you also miss that time?” he made sure again.
Syila who tried to be silent did not want to be provoked, finally caught off guard also heard it.
“Dika, the past we let be history. You're learning History lessons? not to be remembered, because remembering history is full of wounds. But to take the wisdom and lessons so that it can better overcome the problems that will come in the future. So stop discussing memories, it's not important to me,” Syila's sarcasm.
“You lied!” still strong in his stance.
“Now give me what reason for me to lie about this?” syila replied while cursing the meatball maker who felt long concocting.
“Emm maybe because of longing or still there is affection for me,” replied Dika lightly.
‘Confidence once.’
“Dika,” Syila facing Dika who is greeted with a twinkle on her face.
“Our business is done! never have such strange thoughts, than you are busy reminiscing about the past that has no benefits, will only erode your sanity, you better take care of your pregnant wife.”
Exactly with Syila and Dika orders completed. Syila immediately took it and paid for it. After that go home.
‘Former bullies.’
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Time had already shown ten nights, but the Emperor had yet to reveal himself. The phone wasn't picked up, the message wasn't answered. There's a sense of anxiety about getting possessed.
Suddenly the shadow of the past recalls. Where when Dika also in the name of his job never even cheated.
The emperor came with a face so tired, he saw his watch was eleven o'clock more. Must have been the Emperor's inner sleep.
The Emperor walked to his room unaware that Syila was sleeping there. The Emperor searched for the whereabouts of Syila in the room, but nothing, he had already started to panic. Just wanting to wake Aunt Lila up, the Emperor's eyes caught the figure he longed for today being stretched out on the living room sofa, still wearing her big headscarf, with her hands clasped on her cell phone.
“Honey,” on the cheek elus Syila that looks more translucent does not produce any results.
“Kai,” Syila delirious. And made the Emperor who heard it so happy. His name was imprinted on Syila's subconscious. The Emperor moved Syila in his arms, and slowly laid the tiny body on the bed.
“Sorry yes, I made you wait very long, today a lot of work, tomorrow I have to leave early.”
The emperor kissed Syila on the cheek and laid himself beside her. Hugging him tightly.
Next day.
Shila woke up, he remembered waiting for the Emperor, just also wanted to wake up, a firm hand overstretched his stomach, still with a smooth snoring. Syila smiled, she looked at the handsome face of her husband. Her shadow recalled how the first time it met, a meeting so fast, suddenly took her in a marriage.
Started so hateful, now even continue to miss.
Syila wanted to get up to prepare breakfast for her husband, but the Emperor's hand tightened her embrace.
“Where are you going? today I will leave very early, let me hug you even longer,” the Emperor deepened his embrace Syila according to.
At 6.
The emperor seemed to hurry, he used a watch by calling, his clothes were buttoned all. Syila helps, Syila is buttoned, the Emperor is busy calling.
“There was an important meeting this morning, also later this afternoon. And to go home I don't know what time it is. You are well at home yes, I will definitely miss you very much,” said the Emperor by stroking the dear cheek of Syila. He left with a mouth that was still chewing his toast.
Then at the dinner table Syila saw the file of the Emperor left behind. Chasing his car is impossible.
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In office.
The first meeting is over. 30 minutes from the second meeting. The emperor was seen handcuffing his briefcase. But he did not find the document.
Syila came with the documents in her hands. Again asked the receptionist, his phone was left behind.
“Excuse me Mr Emperor's room where ya?” still with politeness even though in fact the receptionist looked despicable.
“I've made an appointment,” connect Syila again.
But considering how yesterday his boss was angry, the receptionist called the Emperor's room.
“Sorry Master is looking, he said he made an appointment with you,” he told the Emperor.
Looks nodding, “Who's your name?” questions for Syila.
“Syila.”
Hearing Syila's reply, the Emperor immediately sent Syila to his room without waiting for the receptionist's answer.
“On the 15th floor on the right, there will be the name of Lord Emperor as CEO.”
Syila nodded and said thank you.
The employees look like they are judging. He will take the elevator, “There for ordinary guests and employees, this one is only for the top officials of the company,” said Klarisa who also happened to want to go to the Emperor's room with a cup of coffee. He was looking for the attention of the boss he knew the handsome widower.
Syila grunts, “I'm your boss's mistress!” he answered but also relented not wanting to make a fuss first. He wanted to deliver important documents to the Emperor.
The two of them up to the same time, “I used to come in,” said Klarisa. He confirmed his skimpy clothes, clarifying his thigh skin and cleavage. Syila can only be patient.
Klarisa comes in with a made-up street style. Wishing her boss was charmed and willing to make her the Madam Emperor.
“Master, your coffee,” the Emperor frowned, “I didn't order it,” the rejection. He was busy looking. Make Klarisa ignored.
“There can I help you with,Master?”
“I'm looking for documents for a meeting with the client in a few minutes,” Klarisa tried to help after being told the color of the cover.
Syila who was tired of waiting, finally entered just like that.
“Sopanlah just a little, you can knock the door first, Miss!” klarisa's growled that her second moment was interrupted.
Syila ignored Klarisa, “Kai, you're looking for this aren't you?”
Hearing the voice of his wife the Emperor immediately raised his head which had been busy searching. Klarisa guessing herself. ‘How to be with a woman he considers a donation requestor. And what was it, ‘Kai’? it's like you know so well.’
“Honey,” the tangled face of the Emperor turned sparkling at the arrival of Syila.
‘Hah, darling? for what sake, I must have heard wrong!’ inner Clarisa.
“Come out, I have a guest,” expel the Emperor. Clarisa left still with her thoughts that were so curious to know who the woman was.
“You left it on the dining table, I forgot not to bring a phone, do you really need this?” as Syila approached, the Emperor also eroded the distance. They sit on the couch.
The Emperor's worry turned into his pleasure. He looked at his wife.
“What's up?” ask Syila who continues to look at.
“I need extra power,” replied the Emperor.
