Muhasabah Love

In reality

“During this Miss Myria turned out to work in the company of Space, Mr. You can see next photo.” The tablet screen in Mr. Tirta's hand shifted. Daniel's been keeping a lot of photos about his investigation into Myria the past week.

Slide after slide was shown and success made Mr. Tirta growl. The man highlighted his assistant firmly, then said loudly, “You don't work, Dan?” The tablet was thrown at the table just like that.  Luckily, it did not break and is still intact. “Why do you do this?”

Daniel turned back from beside Mr. Tirta. He moved away and changed his standing position right in front of the table. Hardikan the boss inevitably must be accepted even though he does not feel one hundred percent wrong. “Let me talk, Mr.”

Mr. Tirta snorted. “Say!”

Before receiving Mr. Tirta's subsequent anger, Daniel took a breath first. “This time I want to defend myself, Mr.”

The table was kicked by Mr. Tirta after hearing Daniel's words. The man's gaze shot out and was full of flashes of anger. This time his assistant dared to speak like that.

“Please, hold your anger, Mr.” Daniel interrupted, then continued, “Not without reason I want to defend myself. All this time, I've been working on your request. I hope, you don't forget on orders You just asked me to keep an eye on Mr. Aji's performance. About Miss Myria, you said to give her the freedom to move freely and I am not her mahram. I'm always there for Miss when you give advanced command.”

“Stupid!” Mr. Tirta still does not accept. Not he forgot what Daniel said was true, but not willing for months his daughter was free to meet with Angkasa.

Myria did get what was requested all along, but Mr. Tirta did not expect a betrayal of the trust given. His dislike of Space is increasingly accepting this reality. As an older person, Mr. Tirta felt played with by the children.

“Antar I'll see the young man tomorrow!”

“Good, Mr.” There was never a rejection, Daniel was ready to run the task even though there was also pity on Angkasa and Myria. However, no matter how much pity slipped in his heart, he did not want to interfere too much.

There are children and wives across the country who are always waiting for his return every year. And so, Daniel never messed around.

***

“You sure you're not home, My?”

Myria shook her head. Returning to work, he deliberately took refuge at Friska's house because he was reluctant to meet people at home. “Ngak. I sent a message to Mommy. Let's be sipped to Dad.”

Friska sighed. Didn't expect that his best friend's relationship would be that complicated. He thought, Mr. Tirta will melt a little as Myria sulks. But it turned out wrong. Instead of melting, it is increasingly tense.

“You scared, Fris?” Seeing the anger on Friska's face, Myria asked so. “Please, even if Dad is angry, his anger must be on me, kok.”

Friska took a few more breaths. His hand hugged the bolster that had been lying in the middle of the mattress. “I know it, My. But ... is it not outrageous if you behave gini? He's your father, My.”

Myria. He pondered for a moment and only looked at Friska who was beside him. “I don't know, Fris. May Allah forgive me.”

Immediately, Friska pulled Myria into a hug. The woman in gray satin pajamas rubbed the back of her best friend who started crying. “Sabar, My. I know these words too often I say to make you. Maybe you're sick of it too, but as a friend, I can only gini. Help you as much as I can. I'm sorry, yes, if you can't give me the best solution.”

Friska's words got a nod from Myria. The woman could not answer because tears kept flowing without delay. The tightness of the chest cannot be described through words. Myria had been trying to calm down for almost two weeks, but indeed her heart was often fragile.

Since long ago, the test of life is alternating and the overflow of emotions in the form of tears. Different from Angkasa which is more susceptible to severe stress because it holds all alone, Myria is better at mastering herself because she can find a place to complain, Friska.

“I'm sorry that during your tenure you have much to confide in, Fris. Must be tired, yes, horrified my sadness continues?”

Friska took a breath hearing Myria's words. Gentle rubbing continues to be given to his best friend to immediately calm down. “There is no such term. You're what I consider a complete twin-sister package. Sometimes ngeselin, ngangenin, ngademin ati, and others. Complete anyway.”

Feeling a little comforted by Friska's words, Myria chuckled even in teary-eyed conditions. His body was pulled back, then both hands rubbed his cheeks and nose.

“Wash face, gih! Keep sleeping, tomorrow you work.”

Without answering, Myria got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to clean herself up.

Time rotation is not felt for busy humans, including Space. The man had returned to work as usual without changing his attitude. When accidentally cross paths with Myria or other employees, he will return the greeting like a leader.

Asked directly by Myria when yesterday-yesterday the first day of re-entering work, Angkasa answered as necessary. He admitted that the anxiety disorder was felt, the rest did not discuss the application case let alone marriage.

The intercom on the table reads. Space leaves its focus off the laptop to receive calls.

“Ya.”

“Sorry, Sir.” The secretary's voice from behind the intercom greeted. “Just I can order from receptionist if there are guests without an appointment want to meet you now.”

Space forehead frowning. “Who?”

“Two men from Kalastra Group named Tirta Mandala and Cristian Daniel, Pak.”

The heart of Space was like exploding hearing his former in-law and uncle coming. No need to guess or ask, there will definitely be bad things to deal with. Space was silent due to worry wandering in his head at this moment.

Long time can not response, the secretary asked to make sure, “Pak Kasa, sorry, do you want to receive?”

With all the courage, Angkasa said, “Oh, yes, of course. Tell the receptionist to receive and deliver the guest to my room.”