Love, Treasure And Erlita

Chapter 24

Erlita rushed after her husband to the room. He tried to change the subject to cool off Nafan's hot heart.

“Fan, I'm sure something isn't quite right. Mr. Bin has never once been late in sending my monthly rations. And Eyang. Any anger Eyang, Eyang never got to block my credit card.”

Although lazy, Nafan still can not ignore his wife for too long.

“Ta, you want what did Eyang say? He wants you to learn independently. That means they won't spoil you anymore and I'm the one who has to take full responsibility for your needs.”

Erlita sitting near Nafan, “Fan, I'm not not in the know thanks to you. I know you really want to live my life. But anyway, that kind of money wouldn't be enough for me. I don't want to die tormented because I can't buy what I want. Don't you know what I mean?!”

Nafan tried to keep his sanity and patience. He looked at Erlita.

“Ta, give me the opportunity to fulfill all your wishes. I promise, I can definitely kok.”

“Until when, Fan? Our daily needs keep going and growing.”

“Propay yes, Ta. Love me time.”

Nafan went into his room. He opened his leptop and replied to an email that had been waiting for a follow-up.

***

Purnomo was happy to get a report that Nafan finally accepted his offer of cooperation. After many times sending offers, only then did the stubborn boy finally agree to make furniture designs and manage the website of Purnomo's company. He was sure he would not find anyone better and fitter than Nafan.

***

Since that day, Nafan has been getting busy. After returning home from work, he would immediately drown himself in front of his computer until late at night, sometimes even until the early hours of the morning. He only occasionally stopped to drink or just cook food for Erlita.

Even on weekends, Nafan linger in front of a computer screen, sometimes even forgetting to eat and forget to shower. It is also not uncommon to fall asleep at the computer desk due to fatigue.

Erlita does not know very well what Nafan is actually doing with his computer. He did not want to disturb Nafan's concentration and privacy. So he chose to watch television, exercise and sometimes have a light conversation with Mr. Ramlan's wife who lives next door.

“Mbak, Where's the Breath? How rarely do you look?”

“There's no Bu, again doing office work like.”

“Office duty?” Bu Ramlan laughed, “Mana there is service in a small district like this to give the task to take home his employees Mbak. Especially pns, not possible. As far as I know Mas Nafan is a very diligent and disciplined person, so it will not be until bulldozing the task at home.”

Erlita began to think, if what Ramlan said was true, then what did Nafan really do very seriously lately? Is this part of his effort to keep his promise to Erlita? Or is it his efforts to avoid the whining of Erlita who continues to protest over the limitations of Nafan's economy?

If indeed he was working on something like Nafan said, how much money can he get just by sitting in front of a computer like that? Whatever it was, he had already agreed to give her some time, so he just needed to be a little patient and wait.

***

Meanwhile, Purnomo was completely unexpected with Nafan's extraordinary abilities. He can provide a variety of furniture designs as he wants in a short time. Not only that, Nafan also creates and manages his company's website well. He made the website very easy to find in search engines and made the demand for his products much more increased than using their old website.

Now Purnomo wants to make Nafan more attached to his company. He then asked Alan, his right-hand man, to make further cooperation contracts related to programming and the creation of new applications for their products.

***

“Basic don't know yourself. Always cross the line and do not know when to stop.”

Nafan ignored the message and turned off his computer.

Before Nafan shuts down his computer, Erlita sees Nafan coming out of his email.

“Fan, you can use internet?” erlita asked barely believing what she saw.

Nafan nodded, “Emang why?”

“Kok I hard dapet signal well? For phone calls sometimes like to disconnect. Boro-boro make internetan.”

Nafan laughs while whispering, “Internet satellite.” Then walk past Erlita just like that.

***

After knowing the existence of satellite internet and know how to use it from Nafan, Erlita can watch streaming, yout*be and other paid television channels more freely. And most importantly, he could immediately figure out what was going on in his house.

For two days Erlita tried to contact her grandmother, uncle, aunt and all her cousins in Jakarta. But no one can be contacted. He began looking for some articles about his family on Nafan's computer and he only found out that there was a case of corruption and money laundering in the parent company Susbihardayan Group and suspected the culprit was Bintoro, a Pratiwi confidant, who was a trusted confidant, grandma Erlita.

“Ngga this is impossible.”

Erlita knows very well what kind of person Mr. Bin is. There was no way Mr. Bin would betray his grandmother in such a way. And even if it is true that Mr. Bin did such a deed, it is impossible that his grandmother did not know. Pratiwi is a very observant and calculating person. Erlita believes something bad must have happened to her family. He must find out the truth directly.

***

That afternoon Nafan came home with an envelope containing a lot of money. He then handed it to Erlita.

“Where did you get this much money, Fan?”

“I have promised then I will definitely comply any way.”

Erlita was so happy, that night they returned to dinner together at another big restaurant that Erlita wanted in the city.

The next day, when Nafan came home from his office, he could not find his wife anywhere. Usually in the afternoon like that, Erlita will watch television in the living room, or play games in the room or chat with Mrs Ramlan on the terrace.

“Mas Breath find Mbak Lita?” asked Bu Ramlan who watched Nafan pacing back and forth in his house.

“Iya, Mom. Do you know where Lita is?”

“Loh indeed Mbak Lita ndak pamit same Mas Nafan?”

“Pamit?”

“Iya. Earlier this morning Mbak Lita hitched a ride with Mr. Heri to the city. He said he wanted to go back to Jakarta. There is an important affair.”

“Jakarta?!”