Muhasabah Love

Audacity

The room lights dimmed, the remaining table lights and laptops were still on. Someone sat behind the desk while propping up his chin.

Myria shook her head slowly after closing the door. The young gray satin woman approached, then put a glass of milk next to the laptop.

“Come, sleep. There's still tomorrow again, right?”

Angkasa looked up, then smiled faintly at Myria. His chair turned, the man hugged his wife's waist while leaning his head. “Not all things burned, but dizzy, darling, make it later. I can't bear to see overtime employees because of this.”

Myria's two hands returned a hug and restored Angkasa's hair up and down. There was a sense of pity to see her husband's work, but Myria could not come up with any other solution. Even though Erika's father has confessed and has reimbursed the cost of damage, but still all must be reproduced.

“How else? Clothing products cannot be used by just anyone. Need skills to do that job, Ka. Sewing is not short-lived if you teach people, so you can not recruit additional workers. Except packing, it can only get people to make part-time work.”

Space nodded. If you think about it, the problem of work is endless. Some items for own sales and some from other companies must indeed be pursued. The only way is to hire employees.

“Drink the milk was still anget. Abis it's rest, tomorrow morning just dilujutin.”

Myria's advice has a point. The body has been tired since yesterday, many days of Space overtime without caring about the condition of the newly healed body. The man did not want to disappoint the client, did not want to be impressed relaxed even though the subordinates are not chasing the target.

Aided by Sakti and the entire team of directors to the level of supervisor, Angkasa tries as much as possible. A few days ago, even he was willing to plunge into the production room just to monitor directly the work to where.

Do not ask the response of employees, of course, the more predominantly female production workers are crowded and hysterical. Complimenting one mouth to another is like air blowing away dust. Light and fast moving.

Almost all workers know if Angkasa has married, but married or not, sometimes the logic of women does not work if it is obsessed.

The room was cleaned a few hours ago. Myria does have a habit of cleaning up morning and afternoon. Together with Angkasa, the woman had resettled the apartment last week with the consent of all the families.

Mr. Tirta repeatedly offered the Sastra family home to live in rather than in the apartment, but the newlyweds refused and steadfastly would be in the apartment before buying the house. As a result, Mr. Tirta relented.

Space out of the bathroom after washing your face and brushing your teeth. The man approached the bed, then kissed the cheek of the wife who first sat casually leaning on the headboard. Not enough just that, Space's body slumped and slept in Myria's stomach.

The factor of getting married at the same age, is that what makes Space spoiled? Myria giggled to herself when she thought about those things.

“My.”

“Um?” The swabs on the head did not stop, Myria hands always reflexively did that every Angkasa hugged.

“I need to see a doctor tomorrow. Do you want to know the psychiatric doctor who handled me all this time?”

“What's up? Why go there?”

The Space Chief lifted up slightly hearing a different Myria voice. “Nothing. I just have trouble sleeping from yesterday. Most just consuls without a prescription later.”

Myria's lips were immediately silenced. All this time she did not realize the anxiety of her husband because it was too sound. Supposedly, Angkasa more need quality sleep because of the pressure of heavy work, but it is precisely Myria itself that is so sluggish.

“Iya, follow. Let not Sakti mulu mulu who nemenin you. Wonderful, deh, the same you guys go everywhere already like conjoined twins.”

A day tired and dizzy with the left right pressure in the office, Angkasa finally laughed at Myria's ridicule. He got up and sat down to face his wife. “You jealous? What difference do you have with Friska, My? But I *fine-fin*e aja.”

The lips refute the words of Space. Myria is reluctant to admit whatever it is the right name for her feelings now. At the wedding before, there was not the slightest bit of wonder at Sakti, but now I don't know why his heart was just disturbed.

“I ma Friska from the past already deket, it was you ma Sakti used to not be as much. Now then? hmm ...” The snort of breath became the closing of Myria's words. Through that expression, of course Angkasa understood.

Anxious, funny and happy to be one in the heart of Space. The man forcibly pulled Myria and took her to the deck. “Myria, there's a lot going on between us and I haven't told you yet. Sakti is not just a temen for me. But more than anything. If there is bad luck approaching being asked to choose you or him, I'm sure I won't be able to.”

Space Statement invites pinch. He complained in pain with a loud voice. Instead of easing the torture, Myria did more.

“Tuh, right, my position in your heart is actually how much? You don't love me anymore? When I lost to Sakti?”

Space is laughing again. Rarely does his wife sulk trivial things. But, strangely enough, he likes it.

With Myria lying down, Angkasa's hands hugged tightly despite Myria's rebellion. In fact, one leg deliberately overlapped so that the woman did not behave much. “Udah, sleep. It is not important to worry about Sakti. Hot cup if it keeps on speaking.”

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