Move over
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Since then, Reanty has not appeared in Chan's school for more than a month. He no longer dared to meet Chan directly. Although Pamungkas and Binar have repeatedly persuaded and said that it does not matter if he wants to meet the child, but Reanty always reasoned that he was busy filming and did not have time.
Today, Binar was busy helping Mbok Sami to prepare lunch for Pamungkas. For a long time he did not meet his friends who still work at MMC. And he felt like he missed them.
And today he doesn't have to pick up Chan at school. Because the boy asked to stay at Uty's house and his sister's. So he has plenty of time for himself. And to drive away her boredom, she wanted to meet with her friends at once to deliver lunch to her husband.
After all, his friends no one knows that he is married to Pamungkas. So he wanted to tell them the news. He smiled as he imagined the surprised faces of his friends.
He rode his motorcycle slowly. His stomach has been uncomfortable lately. It feels a bit painful and pompous if made to sit.
Arriving at the hospital, he parked his motorcycle in a public parking lot. Then walk slowly into the building.
Many people looked at him in surprise. They were former co-workers. Some of them immediately greeted and asked the news in a friendly manner. Some just look at him strangely and awkwardly.
“Yeah, Binar!” Call a voice that is very well known by Binar.
A middle-aged woman with a half-thick body ran over to Binar who was waiting for the elevator door to open.
“Bu Uut!” Binar could not hide his happiness when he met his superior first.
Uut immediately hugged Binar. They shed each other's longing. Then they sat on one of the sofas in the corner of the loby.
“You're. Never told you.” Said Bu Uut by hitting the Binar's back slowly. Kermudian grasped tightly the hand of Binar.
“Hehehe, Ibuk how are you?”
“Yaa,, look at you, Bin. The increase is insignificant. The result is not visible.” Seloroh Bu Uut's. Then he laughed.
“Not seen, Buk. He is still in college in the Netherlands. Wait a few more years, and the results will surely appear. I want to finish, right?”
“Aminn, easy-easy ya, Bin. What are you doing here? Is anyone sick? Bring stock of everything.”
“Not Buk, no business for a moment. I haven't seen children in a long time either. On busy so do not have time to collect.”
“Ooh, so. Yaudah, I went there first. Later if you have finished his business, stop by the ER yes.”.
“Yes, I'll stop by there, Buk."
After Bu Uut left, Binar got back up and walked towards the elevator. He entered as soon as the elevator door opened.
Arriving on the third floor, Binar came out and then walked to her husband's office at the end of the hallway. He could see the secretary looking at him.
“Who to look for, Mbak?” Ask Fauzan. They had never met, so they did not know. But for Fauzan, it was like he had seen Binar.
“Ehm, Doctor Pam is there?” Ask Binar.
“Oh, Mr. Director is out for a while, Ma'am. Promise not yet?”
Binar. “Not yet, anyway.”
“If so, Ma'am can wait there.” Fauzan pointed to the waiting chair by the glass window.
“If wait inside, can not?”
“Sorry, Ma'am. I am not brave. You see, the Director does not exist.”
Binar nodded again. He understood by meaning the man with the glasses. “Ya. I'll wait here.” Binar then walked to the window seat.
Long time no return. Making Binar bored half to death. But half an hour later, the man showed up with several doctors walking hand in hand.
At first Pamungkas did not see the existence of Binar. And Binar did not say hello to Pamungkas because there was the head of the ER with him. The people who fired her were talking to her husband. He did not dare to approach. There is still some pain left.
After the men left, then Barar dared to come to Pamungkas.
The last person holding the door handle immediately turned his head. “Wa’alikum greetings. Bin?” He could not hide his surprise. It was unexpected that Binar would dare to come to this place filled with painful memories.
"Where are you from?"
“From there.” Point the light towards the waiting chair.
“You waiting for me there? How can I not see?”
“Ya Mas busy anyway, until I don't look.” Binar pretended to sing her lips.
“Yeah, baby. Why don't you wait on it anyway?”
Binar just smiled as he glanced at Fauzan who was surprised because he heard his boss calling Binar with the designation ‘sayang’. And the man just remembered who Binar was. Be he feels bad for himself.
“Zan, this is my wife. Next time tell me to wait inside aja.” Pamungkas Sindir.
“Sorry, Sir, Buk. I don't know if his wife Mr. Director.” Said Fauzan embarrassed as well as feeling anxious. He had ignored the most important person for his boss. And that would threaten his job, at least that's what came to his mind.
“Gak nothing.” Binar. He could see Fauzan's frightened face.
“Yuk, login.” Finally invited his wife to enter his room by holding him friendly. Make Fauzan's heart shrink.
She sits on the sofa next to her husband. Then put the stock on the table.
“Mas from where?” Search Binar.
“From VIP ward. There is an important official in the hospital, when not sick.” Seloroh Pamungkas's.
Binar just nodded in understanding. He already understood something like that.
“Many journalists dong.”
“Hopefully no. That's why I obviously. Males really does that model. Ribet. Eventually we will get.”
“So Mas tell go home?”
“Yes yes dong. People are not sick. You just need a medical certificate to avoid punishment. Just delicious. I got the sin.”
“Ooooo... Mr. Cool Director.” Said Binar by giving two thumbs of her hands to her husband. Makes the man smile with pride.
“Hust dong. This is my attempt to strengthen and improve myself for my wife. Make an effort to be your sholeh husband. Later we go to heaven with Bin, I don't want any other angel besides you. Whether it's in the world, or in the afterlife.”
“Yakin to heaven?”
“Yaaa, his name is also a business, Bin. May we enter into the group of people sholeh.”
“Aminnn..”.
Finally, he could no longer refrain from holding his wife's body in his arms. He pulled out his wife's hand and landed a soft luma tan on his lips.
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