Muhasabah Love
Rival's cold attitude
“Kusut real face lo.” Sakti's voice sounded after the door opened. The man in the gray T-shirt pulled up the chair to sit down. “There is the same problem wife lo?”
Angkasa straightened his hair back, then looked at his best friend. A brief skid was given in answer to Sakti's question. Then, one hand pulled the tablet thrust onto the table. “Nyokap started asking about children to me two weeks ago.”
“Good, dong. Then what's the problem?”
The seat of greatness was left behind by Angkasa. The man went to the refrigerator to get a drink. After sipping some water a few times, he walked up to Sakti again. “Psychiatry yesterday said to me if you want to have children, as much as possible stop taking drugs. The effect of this drug is a bit similar to my fertility. But I'm confused.”
Sakti turned his chair a little. “Lo no effort to stop completely about drugs? There is Myria, Ka. What else makes you anxious?”
“Gue rarely drinks. But if it fits a lot of mind, insomnia, yes .. forced.”
Space's answer made Sakti massage the nose bones. Never again he asked the condition of his best friend after Angkasa married. Sakti kira, everything is safely under control. “Why have you been in it all this time?”
Lips clenched. The sky just shakes unsure. For him, there was nothing to discuss together. Just a matter of imsomnia, he does not want to disturb and depends on Sakti.
“Gue only imsomnia, not cross consciousness.”
“But lo, right, can tell me the same story. If you know your condition, we can not have overtime.”
“Sakti, I'm a baek-baek. It's the same with Myria.”
“Serah, deh! You can think which is best for you same wife lo.” Sakti ends the debate. His hand instead pulled the tablet on the table and shifted the screen. One file is opened, and then shown in Space. “Gue here would like to release a cost report for a textile company that we cooperate with. Our cloth consumption from this company is quite a lot because of the fire incident first. There are still some things we haven't paid for. They have started because soon the debt is due.”
“Coordination with Finance Director, lah.” Space dressing memahut tablet in the grip of Sakti to see the details of the total debt left.
“Udah. Ntar is here too. Stay here just sign.”
“This year we can divide dividends for investors not approximately?”
Questions that are difficult to answer when the financial condition of the company is quite threatened yesterday. Sakti's two hands raised in response to that. “Praying aja. But yesterday everyone knew our company was in trouble. Even crazy, some investors immediately loose their shares.”
“Udah, biarin. Ntar can also be replaced if all is stable.”
“If I am evil, I have also stayed from yesterday.”
A small kick floated into the air and hit the calf of Sakti. The man laughed and instead slapped the arm of Space with the map on the table.
“Lo says I'm your soulmate, but there are thoughts of betrayal.”
Sakti's crisp laughter increasingly filled the room. He left because he had to go back to his own room. With Space for too long, which there will not work and instead joke uselessly.
“Woi, Sakti!”
“Help me to spread an invitation to employees if I want to open a new house Saturday tomorrow.”
“Lo move?”
“Lusa. So it's mute, Saturday people come home to eat.”
“Fix, my salary this month tripled.” Sakti gave his own decision and succeeded in making Angkasa want to curse him.
“Fucking magic! Got a really calculated tenment.”
***
New home, new atmosphere. Weekend according to the talk of the Space, many guests arrive. Not only family, almost all colleagues present at one time.
Myria has been busy since yesterday taking care of the guests' welcome. Assisted by a housekeeper from the residence of Mrs Nasita and Mrs Caroline, the woman struggled in the kitchen for several hours.
Laughter and conversation were crowded. There are some managers who deliberately make entertainment events so that the atmosphere is more alive. Angkasa and Sakti chatted more with the male employees, while Myria was still busy pacing back and forth to bring out a lot of food.
Unable to see Myria as busy as it was, Friska gave her husband permission to help. He came late for something. After greeting the families of Mr. Tirta and Mr. Aji, the woman wanted to see her best friend.
“Cautious.” Permission was granted, but Mr. Zayyan kept a short message.
“Iya, Mas,” said Friska gently. He left Mr. Zayyan with Andreas.
Arriving at the kitchen, Friska immediately called Myria. A friendly welcome was found by the mocca glamorous women.
“Eat first. Your husband took a meal, Fris,” Myria said as she took off her arms.
“Ntar. I help you bring this food to the front.”
“Eh, no need. You are also a guest, follow me to eat another kayak.”
“Udahlah, no pa-pa.” Friska. He immediately approached the long table in the kitchen to pick up the food bowl.
However, had not had time to hand touch the container, his stomach suddenly nausea. “Hueek ...”
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