Marsha's Last Port
#PTM CHAPTER19
This morning the atmosphere of the dining table was quite quiet, Marissa did not open the conversation at all, Rama too. What might be because Marsha is always refusing dinner together and Marissa is angry.
“Bang.. The day after Mama's birthday, you want to take Gege to Mama's party?” Marissa said suddenly.Rully stared around.
“abang Usahain ya Ma,fear Gege busy ” Marissa nodded,.
“Please..Mom really wanted to meet him”
“Iya.iya ma”
Marissa glanced at Marsha for a while while sighing. “Cha.. Do you want to bring a girlfriend on your birthday?” Marissa turned to look at her youngest child.
“Huhhh..Ma, Mama knows my love story never smooth” Marissa twisting lazy eyeballs, because always that's the answer she received from the mouth of Marsha.
“Iya it's because you are chooser,Acha.”
“Should dong, we should be picky when it comes to soul mate. The marriage should be once in a lifetime. Consider me a quality single”
“Iya but you do not be too picky too, or try to meet first with your daughter Papa” Komen Rama, Marsha shook her head violently.
“I don't want Pah, tar if bang Rully was married recently I thought about finding a girlfriend, I want to work first” Marsha save her spoon and fork, she gulped her water until toilet. Discussing this is really frustrating.
“I'm done, want to walk now” Marsha ahead of Rully who still spends the rest of her breakfast.
Marsha drove her car with moderate speed, because the road is almost crowded at this hour. He had parked his car in the office parking lot.
He walked towards his room, it seemed like all of them were busy with their respective projects. Marsha also remembered that today there was an interview with Aden.
Arriving in the room, Marsha checked the email and the contents of the revision of the Bhishma. Inevitably he had to meet again and again with Bhishma until the development project was completed.
Cring.. The sound of a phone coming into Marsha's room.
“Halo.” Marsha..
“Bu anyone want to interview, directly in between kings?” Ask Annisa.
“iya anterin aja” phone disconnected.
Aden and Annisa walk towards the third floor, Aden looked at every corner of the room in this building. He hopes to be accepted here and have a good boss, unlike his old boss.
“please enter Mas” Aden nodded and entered, Chair Marsha turned her back to Aden who was standing, immediately Aden was surprised when the prospective boss was Marsha his schoolmate first.
“Please sit down Aden” Marsha smile.
“Iya bu..” Aden replied clumsy. He did not expect that Marsha would be his Boss candidate.
“Do not bother again, I am sure you have experience in taking care of finances, starting today you received work here” He added.
“Bu.” What kind of interview is this.
“Don't call me ma'am. Call me Marsha” Aden nods and thrusts his hand to shake Marsha's hand.
“Makasih,Sha” Said happy.
“Gue tell Yopy kelasin job description lu ya” Aden nods.
“Yop, tell me where the table is, and also tell me what his job is” Marsha said while in front of Yopyta's desk her personal secretary.
Yopy swiped “Ayo Mas, I anterin to the second floor”
“We both excuse Bu” Yopy and take Aden to the second floor to the cubicle.
Interviews are only one minute, this is the fastest record because of friends.
Marsha heads for her room and her phone rings, calling from an unknown number. “Hallo”
“Halooo is this true with Mbak Marsha?” Ask a man across the street.
“Betull.. Can I help you?” Jaawab Marsha friendly.
“Begini mbak, I'm Febry, I got a recommendation from a friend. I want to build a house from scratch and need a design can mbak Marsha help me?”
“Can mbak, I will send you the floor plan. And I also asked for his email address”
“Good Pak” Telfon disconnected.
Marsha is back with her laptop, she has taken the project to build a house and hotel simultaneously.
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The office of Bisma..
Bisma was looking at the photo in her green application, who was the figure she noticed in the photo? Who else if not Marsha, because since his meeting yesterday Bhishma again remembered how bad he was treated to Marsha.
But what Bhishma does not understand is why he still remembers Marsha, even everything in Marsha. Either because he felt guilty for not getting sorry either because his feelings have not been avenged.
Moreover, he saw the response of Marsha yesterday is also not too different and more powerful than the previous nine years. Bisma restores her hair back “I shouldn't sell it” Erang her weak, Bisma really likes if it makes Marsha angry, but it will make her miss the opportunity right.
“Gue should call him now” his muttering.. he grabbed his smart phone and connected her.
The first day of silence had no answer..
Marsha glanced at her cell that continuously rang..
“Haloo...” In the end.
“Happy day Marsha.” Sweepings..
“Iya good afternoon, what do you contact me? Progress new image 40% after 80% new can revise” Tuturannya clear, Marsha is lazy to meet aimlessly with Bisma.
“It turns out you are very excited. I like” Marsha just clucked lazily.
“How about tonight we have dinner?” Bargain..
“What order?”
“not in any order, I just want dinner alone with you”
“Oke on Afternoon Cafe” Pinta Marsha.
“Hour seven nights” Tut…
His phone connection was directly broken off by Marsha, actually Bisma really wanted to talk a lot with Marsha just that he himself was confused to discuss what other than the work that Marsha is working on. There is no more personal language that Bhishma should know, because Marsha is like closing her up.
Bhishma and Marsha do their work as quickly as possible, because there is a promise and it must be kept. But before he left to fulfill his promise to Bisma want to stop for a while at the nearest supermarket from his office.
It takes away some of its necessities, soaps, lotions, and perfumes. Not to forget his favorite instant noodles because since work he always kept silent cooking noodles without Rully's knowledge in his office.
After paying Marsha to walk outside there was still an hour to arrive at the cafe that he promised to Bhishma. He saw one middle-aged mother holding her chest that looked claustrophobic.
Obviously Marsha did not stay still, she walked quickly to the mothers.
He grabbed the hand of the mother who still looked white and beautiful.
“Bu... is mom okay?” The mothers continued to hold his chest with severed breath.
“My bulizer.” Her voice choked. He reached into his bag but nil.
“I help find bu” Marsha join reach into the bag belonging to the middle-aged mother with the same panic.
Marsha panicked as she slumped and leaned against a pillar near Marsha. “No ma'am, I drove to the hospital ya bu” He immediately shook his head.
“Just let me go home, here's my car keys” Marsha received the woman's car keys.
Marsha soon found the mother helping out with the people around her, strangely like no one before Marsha helped. The mother's groceries and Marsha's belongings were already in the car.
With instructions from the car owner Marsha drove his car quickly but still Neat, because the condition of the mother beside him is quite worrying. In addition to the sound of Marsha's cell phone continues to disturb his concentration, Marsha is very sure it is Bisma, because when he glanced at the clock on the dashboard the car was already seven o'clock late at night.
To hell with the call of Bhishma that he ignored, Marsha was more concerned with one's life than just dinner.
Seriate…
