Mastenges

34. Be thankful

Berta, who had just arrived at his hotel room, stared at the back of Bella who was sitting quietly silent on the balcony of the hotel. Slowly, Berta approached Bella and gently touched Bella's shoulder. Bella nodded and turned towards Berta with puffy eyes.

"Mom" said Bella, who tried to smile. Then, he again threw his gaze towards the trees that seemed to thrive in the 5-star hotel garden.

"You calm down, everything will be fine. Money matters.."

"Mam, I'm not thinking about his money problems. I'm just disappointed, why is his long relationship, not guaranteeing we know our partner well?" Bella.

Berta took a deep breath and sat down beside Bella.

"Indeed," said Berta. Then he threw his gaze into the expanse of trees below.

"Bella hates men!"

Berta frowned and looked at Bella closely.

"hate? Then?" Ask her.

Bella turned her head and looked at Berta closely.

"Nothing then, I just hate men. They're not doing anything right!"

Berta laughed at Bella's statement.

"Cock laughing at mam?" Bella pursed her chin and looked at Berta with an annoyed look.

"That's it, my mom just wants to laugh" Berta said.

"Why is that?"

"So, what's up? Crying out? Never mind, that's enough. Cry as much, then smile again" said Berta.

Bella frowned and continued to stare at Berta who seemed carefree, regardless of the problem she was facing.

"Why do you look relaxed anyway?' Ask Bella.

Berta smiled again and looked at Bella with a loving look.

"It looks like it, right?'' Ask Berta.

Bella was silent.

"We don't have to be too dramatic. Life is only once, angry may be, upset, hate the person concerned. But when we are alone, just enjoy life. Who else is responsible for our happiness, other than our own. Tired, if you keep thinking he betrayed us. Never mind, long ago this heart healed, even if I don't know when. At least we try to minimize feelings of anxiety in the heart," said Berta.

Bella is still tight-lipped.

"Frans problem, he won't be able to run anywhere and for mommy, there's no apology for him. But, for you, you should be grateful, you are not married to her. You want that, if you are married, and find it with another woman," said Berta with the end of a blocked voice.

However, how hard he tried to look fine, but his heart still could not lie. He still felt the pain of being betrayed by Pongki.

Bella flinched, she was still trying to digest Berta's words.

"That's a sign God loves you so much, Bella." Connect Berta with a cold, flat tone of voice.

Bella looked at Berta carefully, then she hugged Berta, tried to find comfort and tried to strengthen Berta from the same problem with the problem he was facing. Eh, betrayal.

...

There was the sound of Adhan Fajr murmuring faintly in the ears of Typhoon. Typhoon tried to open his eyes slowly, then he glanced at Pongki who was still sleeping on the floor with a thin mat in his room.

Typhoon went to the washroom and did ablution, as a condition to perform his first prayer on this day.

After he came out of the restroom, Pongki looked awake and looked at the Typhoon carefully and slowly, the middle-aged man smiled amusedly.

"Newly this time I slept in the pavilion," he said as he shook his head, in disbelief.

"Sorry boss, I don't mean to let the boss. Merely, I dare not wake the boss sir. You see, the boss is very good at his sleep." Typhoon tries to explain it to Pongki.

"Oh, it's okay. Can I go to prayer?" Ask her.

The typhoon was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and nodded.

Without hesitation, Pongki went to the bathroom and performed ablution. Soon, he saw the Typhoon was standing on a sarong made into a substitute prayer mat. While in front of him, already titled prayer mat belonging to Typhoon, the only one, which he deliberately title for Pongki.

"Please boss," said Typhoon.

"Well, how am I the priest?" Ask Pongki.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir" said Typhoon.

"Ta-ta-but, sir..."

"Hurry up, hurry up" Pongki ordered.

Typhoon just smiled, then he began to echo the adhan and iqomah, the sign of congregational prayer was about to begin.

A few minutes later, two rakaat prayers at the beginning of this day, have been carried out. Before moving from the prayer mat, Typhoon offered prayers for both parents and also the good of all living beings and the universe. As for Pongki, he could only follow, staring in awe, at the back of the young man who had already guided himself in an even better direction, according to his sparing.

Yes, for some reason, Pongki greatly admired the man he knew named Paijo. I don't know why, too, the feeling of affection appeared in him. Similar to Berta, he felt homesick with his son who might, if long-lived, be as handsome and as good as Paijo.

Paijo looked back, after he finished praying. Then, he grabbed Pongki's hand, and shook it. Pongki had felt awkward, but he felt it was a natural thing to do between people who had just finished worshiping in congregation.

"After this, what do you want to do with Jo?" Ask Pongki.

"Sport dong pak" said Typhoon while smiling while folding the prayer mat and holster that lay on the mat.

"Oh, yes, I have.. Let's run early in the morning around this complex Jo" Pongki said.

Typhoon had hesitated, he was actually lazy, if it looks so familiar with Pongki.

Not only lazy with his other employees, but he also felt lazy when his familiarity with Pongki was used as a guyonan for his colleagues who 24 hours monitor Pongki's house.

"Come.." Take Pongki.

"Not in here, sir?"

"I was out, the air outside was better than inside the gate of my house" Pongki said.

Inevitably, Typhoon complied with a request from Pongki.

He also did sports with Pongki, by running in the morning around the housing complex.

"Jo, if you're hungry say yes.. We will eat vegetables in front of the complex there. There was a delicious vegetable poultice there," Pongki said as the middle-aged man ran beside the Typhoon.

"I-i-iya sir," said Typhoon.

"You are this, good young man! I salute you. Your body is also like a soldier or a cop. Cool you Jo!" Puji Pongki's.

"Well, I'm a cop" Inner Typhoon. However, he smiled in response to Pongki's words.

"Hayooo... even firmer run...!" Pongki said excitedly.

"Okay, boss..!" Exciting Typhoon.

On the road, right next to the park, they passed the white van that is usually used by his team. Looks like Antok is relaxing next to the van. He was sipping coffee that he had just ordered from a traveling coffee man.

Antok almost choked to see Typhoon and Pongki who had just passed in front of him.

"Yep.nnn..!" Antok Mummings.

Suprapto who was urinating from behind the tree turned his head and looked at Antok.

"What's wrong?" Ask her.

"That!" Antok pointed at the Typhoon with his lips.

Suprapto followed Antok's lips and looked at the back of Typhoon and Pongki who had already moved away from them.

"Begging to flush the urine like this same Typhoon that Pongki is.." Annoyed annoyed.

Antok just laughed amusedly and burned his cigarette.

"Propheme boss... Typhoon is playing a role. It's a while away, I'm sure by the end of this month the case is over" he said.

"Hopefully," said Suprapto, who had just finished urinating, then sat down next to Antok, holding the man's shoulder.

"Hooooooo's... Hand condition bang!" Antok avoided Suprapto's hand that had already held his shoulder.

"Why?" Suprapto asked casually and grabbed Antok's pack of cigarettes.

"Wash your hand? Just play meper!" Complain Antok while wagging the shoulder of his jacket.

"Oh, that's fragrant.." Say Suprapto casually.

"Najisss!" Antok got up from his sitting. While Suprapto laughed amusedly at the expression of his colleague.