Match Again

S2 Episode 36's

The sun shines on the earth. In the city center skyscrapers are crowded by people who grapple with their respective activities.

And so is Raka. The man occasionally appears to massage the base of his nose to reduce the stress that hit. His head throbbed when he thought about the tenders of the development project that had been a week he and his company team arranged in such a way.

Detailed calculations Raka had to do, it was all because this project was a very large tender. So much money and energy he spent to work hard in order to get the results to satisfy him.

Even his time for a few days he spent in the office, to just call his wife and child was not able to. But he promised, if all this is done will invite his little family to go to Paris. Think of it as a ransom because for a few days Raka was not there for them.

Sheet by sheet Raka watches, ensures. Already repeatedly he read the letters until he made sure that everyone was ready to bring the file at the meeting later, more precisely 1 hour.l

Raka leaned her back on her pride chair. He breathed a long breath upwards. Everything's sorted out. After a few seconds he lowered his gaze staring at the photo of Zia and Zika hugging. Now their portrait is the only temple when he is tired.

The sound of footsteps using a pair of shoes echoed until his voice gradually softened, not long after the door of Raka's room opened. Dion in a suit and formal black pants lowered his head while in front of Raka.

"Are you calling me, Sir?" tanyanya.

Raka stared at Dion for a moment then put the small picture frame on the table and said,

"Yes, is there another schedule after the meeting in an hour?" tanya Raka clarified.

"There sir, the Axen Crop company wants to meet you in person."

"Axen Crop?" Raka raised her eyebrows. It was like a stranger hearing about the company.

"Truly Sir. Axen is a cosmetics company that has just emerged among business people, and more surprisingly his company has grown rapidly in recent years. The sudden appearance makes a variety of assumptions throughout the region."

Dion reached into the pocket of the pants taking the phone from there then opened the screen.

"This is a photo of the owner of that company." Dion wants to show the photo but Raka immediately advances the hand refusing to look.

"I don't care who that person is" Raka said. "But why would he want to see me?"

"They want to work with Sanjaya Group, sir. Hearing the name of this company may be interested, not to mention your achievements are quite crowded so the conversation."

Raka leaned her lips after then leaned her head on the back of the chair. "Maybe after this I'll see him" he said. Then he remembered his wife and son.

"Oh yeah, Dion." Raka stared at the circular watch on her wrist. "Looks like it's time, let's go." He stood holding the files on the table after walking ahead of Dion.

Raka followed Dion out to the place where the meeting was held. Until his phone rings and the man sees Zia calling him. He lifted it up in the car.

"Hello?"

"Darling, what time are you coming home? Let me prepare some food for you."

Raka stared down looking at the watch in hand then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, baby, I don't think I'm going home tonight. I'm sorry, yes" he said carefully so Zia wouldn't get angry.

There was a sense of disappointment in Zia's mind. This is the first time Raka has not slept at home. I don't know what happened to her husband, she doesn't know.

"Zia, do you still hear me?" Raka's voice from across there ripped Zia's mind off.

"certain." He replied after the remnants of consciousness began to kais.

"But ... Why don't you go home?" he added again because honestly he did not like Raka like that.

Raka was silent when she found the red light there was a small child. He opened the glass and gave her the money after then re-attached her phone again.

"Why not answer?" ask Zia.

"Yes, I know, you are a very busy man. Please continue with the business, sorry I've interfered with your time."

"It's not so, baby-"

Tut's.

The phone connection was turned off unilaterally by Zia. Raka was about to call back but Dion's voice prevented her.

"Sir, we're here." Dion immediately turned off the engine and then went down and turned the body to open the door for Raka.

"Please," he said as Raka walked out of the doorway.

Dion retrieved the files they were going to bring to the meeting this time. This tender is very important for Raka's business after bringing all of them into the skyscraper.

In-house.

Zia threw her phone on the couch. Her mind immediately wondered, what's wrong with her husband? Why didn't he come home? Does her husband have another woman who is more beautiful and younger than him?

Zia rubbed her own face, brushing aside all the bad thoughts that flashed in her mind. After all how she could have such thoughts on her husband, while Raka was a husband who loved her very much.

"Mom ...." The end of Zia's shirt was pulled by her daughter who was still rubbing her eyes after waking up from a nap.

Zia lowered her head then knelt down in front of her little princess. "You're awake, baby? What's up?" tanyakanya.

"Which fire?" tanyakanya. Zia's chest was instantly congested when Zika asked that. This is already for the umpteenth time, the pair of father and son were not met.

If Zika woke up always looking for Raka, and when he was asleep, Raka just came. His daughter's kasian had to endure the longing with his papa.

"The fire's at work, baby, when we're done we'll call papi, okay?" Zia tried to comfort her daughter. It was fortunate that Zika gave a small nod to understand all the explanations.

"Now let's play." Zia lifts Zika's body and takes him to the living room. They played together until Zika no longer questioned his papa.

When they were busy playing suddenly the house phone rang. Zia left Zika and walked over to the phone. He brought the red object closer to the ear.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Zia darling."

"Mama Clarys?"

"Well, it's me, I tried to call your phone, but ... not active, so I decided to call you on the landline."

"What's up, Ma? Is anything important?"

"Ah, no ... I just wanted to say thank you."

Zia frowned. "Thank you for what, ma?" He was suddenly confused.

"There's no need to pretend, Zia, I know you sent a bouquet of white roses to mama."

"But I didn't send it all, Ma."

Zia's words suddenly made Mama Clarys silent. If it wasn't Zia who had just sent her flowers at the end of the sentence there was the name "son-in-law". Instantly Clarys felt bad.

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