Muhasabah Love

Malik Ibrahim's

“Udah to doctor lo?”

The sky nodded without looking. He was busy reading the file before crossing out the signature.

“When?” Like a mother-mom, Sakti kept asking. Not relieved if you have not heard the full answer.

“Two days ago.”

“How's it going? Lo drug dosage up?”

Replace the given sloop Space. Then, his head was raised, while a hand threw a blue map whose contents were newly signed. “Tetep wear yesterday. The doctor just said as much as possible I should avoid the source of the problem.”

The answer of Space made Sakti stunned. The man in the all-black suit flopped down on the chair. “Do doctors forget that the source of your problem is your own in-laws. How to get his son if you don't meet him.”

Just as Sakti is confused, Angkasa is too. The man nodded heavily. “Gue doesn't understand either. If you say the feeling is as easy as flushing foam in the dishwasher.”

“Kek ever wash dishes lo.” Sakti taunts. Not thinking of a solution, but the man was still able to act silly.

Space does not accept. He threw the pen towards Sakti. “Amnesia lo? While in the UK, who owns a home job?”

Sakti's laughter exploded. He got up and pulled the file off the table. “Gue not telling. Lagian used to be said to pack cleaning workers services just do not want. You are the one who likes to be complicated. Drag feeling lo now.”

“Fucking Emang got kek lo temen, Tuan Sakti Eka Pradana!”

The cry of Space invited the burst of laughter of Sakti back filled the space. The 27-year-old man scooped up the map and rushed off the spot to resume work.  However, before his tall body was completely lost from sight, Sakti turned his head. “Oh, yes, Ka. Do you have the intention of asking people to replace Myria's position? Yesterday HRD nanya.”

Because of his stress, Angkasa forgot about it. Almost four days Myria's position was vacant with no one occupying. David usually asks for additional people if members are incomplete. But this time, the man was silent. Maybe the man who owns the manager's position is still in shock over the threat Sakti yesterday-yesterday.

“Ntar. Production is on the road. We can evaluate if the team is now able, it is enough like no need to add again.”

“Oke.” The conversation ended just like that because the work had to keep going.

In the afternoon, Daniel's car stopped on the terrace. The man immediately came down and opened the door for Mr. Tirta.

The two men had just returned from out of town to review the subsidiary for four days. Despite yesterday's big fight with his daughter, Mr. Tirta still went to work. He thought he would let Myria calm down first and the next day would call to talk again.

The phone call was done by Mr. Tirta when he arrived at the hotel at that time. However, unfortunately, Myria did not want to lift. The next day, the work seized the full attention of Mr. Tirta so that he could not immediately communicate. In fact, communication several times must be interrupted and at night can only be contacted, but the number of the child is not active.

Worried? Sure oes. Mr. Tirta left after the quarrel and managed to incise a wound. His intention wanted to apologize after Myria calmed down, but all was beyond belief.

Myria's sealed room became Mr. Tirta's destination. However, not yet at the door, Lady Caroline came down the stairs and approached.

“Where is Myria?” Mr. Tirta asked worriedly while giving his tote bag to his wife.

Mrs Caroline's two hands accepted, but her eyes stared wistfully. “In room. He's not coming out at all. Not even eating. Myria says fasting.”

“You let him?”

“Myria hard to woo, Tirta.” Miss Caroline's voice was so weak. Between sadness and frustration in dealing with the condition of his household regarding the matter of children.

“Why is he so stubborn? Whatwant? I also won't get out of control if he doesn't defend the young man continue.” Mr. Tirta's mouth continued to grumble, while his two legs continued their steps towards the princess' room.

Lady Caroline who was behind could only exhale hearing Mr. Tirta's words. The beautiful woman is impassive, “Hard head is also down from you. You're his father.”

The door was knocked by Mr. Tirta slowly followed by a call. “Myria, this is Dad.”

The white painted object was knocked again because it had not been able to answer from inside. “Myria, hear Dad? I want to talk to you.”

Mr. Tirta's forehead is wrinkled. The man looked at his wife, but got a sling. Lady Caroline gestured that Myria did not respond at all from yesterday.

Mr. Tirta try again. “Myria, it's Dad. I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry I got out of control back then so I slapped you. I'm sorry, son. Come on, open the door.”

Mr. Tirta's words eroded time. In fact, almost five minutes standing in front of the door, there is still no reason let alone the movement of the object will be opened. Silence continued to envelop until Lady Caroline asked Mr. Tirta to just break down.

“Take a spare key in the drawer. Bring all the keys here if you are confused.”

No need to think, Miss Caroline immediately headed for the living room and looked for a spare key in the drawer. He sighed when he saw the number of keys because they were all made into one even though his house was like a hotel that contained many rooms.

Inevitably, according to Mr. Tirta's advice, Mrs Caroline brought all the keys to give to the husband.

Mr. Tirta waited for Mrs Caroline's arrival while calling her daughter continuously. However, it is still useless because there is no response at all. There was no sound or anything from inside, making the man wary.

One by one the keys are tried. Trial after experiment is done until the seventh try, lucky that the key fits so that the door can open. Mr. Tirta pushed the door slowly, but it was a shock to open it wide.

“Myria!” screams blaring.