
Raka was just about to close her eyes, as the door opened slowly. As soon as his drowsiness disappeared, his eyes opened wide and glanced towards the door, who came these nights.
"Am I interrupting?" Ask Mr. El.
"Ahh I guess who, please come in sir." Raka replied with an awkward smile, her boss coming with his wife.
"Sister Mira.. "
"How are you Lita? Already better?" Ask Amira, Elgar's wife.
"Yes, I can go home tomorrow."
"Thank God, this is Siska's fruit salad for you. You knew? Siska's fruit salad is delicious, you have to try." Said Amira, enthusiastic.
"Ohh yeah, Siska same Monica can not come, because her son again sick, compak."
"Maura is Arvin how is Kak?" Ask Lita.
"Just like his grandparents, Lit."
"Ohh yes, brother."
Leaving the wives talking, the husbands decided to leave the room, talking about something.
"Follow me Raka." Take Mr. El. Raka nodded and followed Elgar out of the room, after saying goodbye to his wife, who was busy chatting with her boss' wife.
The two of them came out, and sat in the waiting room chair.
"What's up, sir?" Ask Raka.
"Remember me if it's out of the office, don't be formal with me."
"But my father is my boss." Raka.
"In the office, now is not office hours. So just call my name, we're the same ordinary people. It's just that my wife is rich, so I'm a splint." Joking Elgar.
"Hheee, yes El."
"Sounds better." Elgar.
"What do you want to talk about, El?" Tanya Raka was serious.
"Your father did that to your wife, didn't he?"
"Y-yes.." Raka answered while looking down.
"You didn't think of replying to that old man, and you know? I have a personal grudge against your father." Said Elgar, his mind glazed far when he first met the haughty man at his fruit shop.
Raka rounded her eyes, how could her father have a problem with such an influential person like Elgar?.
Flashback.
Elgar was waiting for Robi's stall, long before he knew Amira.
"How much mango is this?" Someone asked the man with the woman who was wringing spoiled in his arms, looks like his belly is bulging.
"250thousand perkilo sir."
"What's? Why is the fruit sold on the roadside like this can be this expensive?" Shouted the man in a high tone.
"Sorry sir, my uncle only sells the best quality fruit."
"What's the best? on display on the side of the road, in the supermarket will also not be this expensive. Look, the wrap is full of dust." Show it arrogantly.
"If you don't intend to buy, at least don't make a fuss and demean Mr. I've had enough patience with all your yelling since." Elgar looked at the man sharply.
"Ckk, poor man. Look honey, the merchant's not friendly. Let's just go." Said the Man.
"I am poor so I work, but I am ethical and do not demean others."
"You dare answer me, huh? Damn boy." said the man, waving a fist until Elgar was sprawled. The corner of his lips spit out fresh blood.
"Don't try to lure me boy, I'm a rich man in power. You don't have a fingernail off me, cihh.." The man spat at Elgar, maybe not enough he gave a bogem to Elgar.
The man took the fruit that was pointed at earlier, unmitigated even two bonnets at once, without paying.
Elgar stared at the man's departure with his wares, made sure he lost five hundred thousand and his uncle would be furious.
"The word is rich and powerful, but taking fruit does not pay. Where do I compensate for Uncle's loss?" Elgar muttered while tidying up his wares that had been ruffled by the man.
Flashback.
Raka is still gawking at the flashbacks of her superior's past with the old man she calls Dad.
"I'm sorry my father sir."
"Why? you're not wrong, but the pain is still Raka." Answer Elgar.
"Please do whatever you think can avenge your pain first." Raka.
"Do you mind?" asked Elgar, Raka shook her head.
"I'm fed up with that guy, I'm not calm. let alone he always bothers my wife and mother, now he's in the small headquarters sir."
"Bima said, his gunshot wound is rotting. Added to the illness in his suffering, increasingly add to his pain every time." Answer Raka.
"I just want him to remember me Raka, I don't think it's appropriate that I should show him who I really am. God already punished her with illness, so I guess that's representative enough."
"Do it sir, I won't forbid it. I'll let him die slowly, I won't dirty my hands." Raka.
"Well, I talk to you too much. And you know too much about my past."
"Poor people can not be appreciated Raka, want us smart or achiever even once. If there's no money, it's all for nothing. Money is in complete control of the human heart, they can be good because of money."
"If we have a lot of money, foreigners will come and confess sodara, but when we have no money? They're leaving, nothing is eternal with us Raka. Even your own shadow will leave you in the dark."
"So all we can do is, make some money. When we have a lot of money, buy the talk of people who used to berate, insult us. But don't copy the chameleon-like nature, changing as the cost goes into the bag." Said Elgar, advising Raka.
"Thank you for your advice, sir, I will always remember." Elgar smiled and rubbed Raka's shoulders slowly.
"You're the best secretary plus assistant I've ever found, you can be a friend and a co-worker at the same time. Work comfortably with me Raka."
"I'm not going anywhere Mr. El, I'm comfortable with my current job." Jaawab Raka, they both laughed.
Shortly after, Amira came out.
"Yang, come home yuk already malem. Lita the same Raka should rest, Maura the same Arvin is afraid of fuss too." Amira.
"Well Raka, I'll go home first. No need to enter the office tomorrow, your wife first. May it heal soon." Amira took Elgar's hand and walked along. Harmonious portrait of husband and wife.
Raka went back into Lita's room, and saw her wife eating a fruit salad brought by Amira earlier.
"Nake?"
"Banget, would you like to?" Fresh Lita, Raka nodded. With a swift Lita bribed Raka.
"The child, but for you only let the baby be healthy. After that, after that we sleep, it's too late." Raka. Lita nodded in understanding and continued eating her salad voraciously.
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