Muhasabah Love

A heavy decision

“This company requests its employee uniform order be sent this weekend, Ka. You see the date of their message to us, how many months has it been?”

The data of the goods to be replaced is poured into the table. The space probed one by one, then looked at the Sakti that was in front. His best friend had a serious and stiff face since yesterday. Angkasa understood because he knew Sakti was also dizzy about the problems caused by Erika's father.

“Udah kerjain goods?” Space asked as calmly as possible. Seeing how murky Sakti's face was, it was impossible for him to raise his intonation.

“Udah. But hundreds of clothing stels is it possible to run? How much new production yesterday? Dizziness me, yes, Allah.” Sakti really is at a point of confusion. All energies and minds have been mobilized to deal with the troubling problem, but it is not immediately complete.

The abandonment of the oversized chair, Angkasa carrying the tablet given by Sakti, then rushed.

“Where are you going?” Sakti asked half a sewot. Answers have not been obtained, but the interlocutor is already preparing to leave. Which person is not emotional?

“Down. Want to see the same production of the packing team until mana.”

“Still hours of rest. Woi!” Late to talk, Sakti was left alone without being asked for an opinion. Inevitably, the man followed and rushed towards the elevator.

All the managers nodded at each other because there were still a few minutes before starting work again. However, Sakti who hastily did not have time to ignore. The focus was only on the black-shirt man in front of there who was about to enter the elevator.

***

The noise the machines operate greets the hearing of Sakti and Angkasa upon arrival in the production room. The two men were greeted directly by the manager who served in the factory of the first building.

“Pak Kasa, Pak Sakti, who wants to go to what line?” A man in a white shirt came up and asked politely.

“Take me to the line that sews this product.” The tablet is shown briefly to the manager, as short as the utterance is thrown. As soon as the feet hit the production floor, Angkasa's face turned serious.

The man's manager nodded obediently. “Mari, Sir. Line 81 is in the middle row.”

The feet of the three men stepped towards the busy tailors. No more talking because the manager's feelings were quite tense to find the boss coming suddenly at an unusual hour.

Several times Sakti cleared his throat while passing the line before line 81 because the man caught the employees flabbergasted at his arrival.

The manager looked over, but did not dare to ask. He who is on the opposite side with Sakti knows himself enough than to be fired.

Unlike the busy Angkasa and spend time off to review the work, Myria actually came to the office without notice. The woman headed straight for the Space Room, but unfortunately did not find anyone. He immediately called, the fate of the husband's phone was precisely at the table.

Not wanting to feel bored or alone in the workspace, Myria chose to go out and go to the designer room. The space that was once a place to work was enough to miss even though its existence was not long.

Myria was shocked to hear David's changing greeting. Hurry she shook her head. “Pak David don't call that. I was your man.”

“But that was, Mom. Now, right, beda.”

Myria's eyes narrowed with a smile. “Udahlah, Sir. Call Myria, don't hesitate. I'm here because I miss this team, all waiting for Space. Don't know where he is.”

A pair of eyes of the team was rounded when I heard Myria mention the name Angkasa so lightly. There was a familiar impression that was very thick like a friend. In fact, the status of Angkasa was also Myria's superior, that's what presents astonishment.

“Pak Kasa, was out with Pak Sakti, Ms. Oh, I mean, Myria. Maybe get food or production. Call just.”

“Udah, Sir. But the hape is left at the table. Mr. David, I'm pinching your men one for my anterin to production, yes.” Myria went straight to the desk. She pulled one of the female designers who used to sit next to her.

The chosen woman was clumsy to face Myria, but eventually obeyed and treated Myria like a friend.

With her coworkers, Myria headed to the production room that had never been seen. Women with mocca and pastel beige sprouts were intercepted by security guards to be questioned before entering.

“Not long, Sir. I just followed my husband,” Myria said after the examination ended.

The female and male guards trembled after hearing who the husband was. “I–iya, Mom. Sorry if we were presumptuous, but just run the rule.”

Myria nodded casually. He went inside and searched for space. Unfortunately, it was not that easy to find humans among the many humans.

“Difficult, yes, My? Go down the road first. Moga in this building.”

Wanted to protest for her husband's negligence leaving the phone, but it was useless. Therefore, Myria tried to patiently walk down the road between the machines and the employees.

“My, the Mr. Angkasa.” The designer's index finger points to a point. Myria smiled as she looked in that direction.

Without waiting for anything, Myria rushed over. He ignored the attention of the employees or the discordant voices heard.

Footsteps wrapped in black flat shoes were getting closer. However, as the distance was cut and a few meters remained, Myria's happy gaze changed. Two beautiful eyes change squeaking when he saw one female employee deliberately docked in the sky.

“Aaan, anyway, same production employee here?” Sanubari Myria. His steps had stopped for a few seconds, before finally accelerating to make friends who drove confused.

“Kasa!” The call from behind made Angkasa, Sakti, the manager and employees look in unison.