My Love is Heavy on the Scales

CBT 88

Sastroadji Group

As a man it is supposed to always obey the orders of superiors, but there are some points that can be an exception to the example, telling to parachute or telling to jump to the cliff.

Both produce the same thing, which is to hurt yourself. Gratitude is only a broken bone, the most fatal thing is to face the Divine.

The dilemma is now faced by Bara, just Angga gave the order as if giving the death penalty. Ask Bara to make Pak Tarjo as secretary. The position that happened to have been empty for a long time because his work was very sick.

This is no better than the two options that have been described, because dealing with the old man is the same as consuming nicotine for 50 years. It can cause hypertension, heart attack and stroke.

Yesterday when he drove Mr. Tarjo home, he accidentally saw Yanti being held in a bell by a man. The girl only gave a small smile as her eyes collided with the black bead of Bara as dark as night.

The heart of the man felt an uncomfortable feeling, it turns out that the girl who had been predicted would be a future wife even berbongconggan with other men. Mr. Tarjo did not know that, he only felt astonished by Bara's sudden cold attitude. Bara immediately went home after giving Mr. Tarjo a cellphone, even the old man had not had time to say thank you.

As if the universe did not let the man cut off his relationship with Mr. Tarjo, Angga accidentally instead told him to make Pak Tarjo as secretary. Shouldn't it be, a secretary is a beautiful woman full of talent to be able to make the eyes become fresh. But instead, Bara got Pak Tarjo. An old man with millions of shrewdness in word play.

With a heavy heart the man pressed the number on his phone to contact someone. The long call was not answered making Bara tighten his jaw because of annoyance. Pressing the red button and immediately getting up from the chair, he intended to go towards somewhere. You can guess where donk is. Of course to Mr. Tarjo's house.

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Pak Tarjo's Residence.

There was a puff of smoke from the black coffee that was just brewed. Mr. Tarjo blew it slowly then sipped it steadily. Enjoy drinking coffee accompanied by snacks as a complement. There was a voice calling from inside the house, disturbing the preoccupation of Mr. Tarjo who was chewing fried bananas full of oil.

"Mr! The father!" Bu Ani as Pak Tarjo's wife seemed to walk terpatoh-pogoh.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Here, the phone sounds! Mother was washing the dishes again," Bu Ani thrusting the phone with her hands still wet, Mr. Tarjo glared in horror.

"Oh Ma'am, his hands are on the lap first. How's klo broken? HP from my neh!" Sulukan Pak Tarjo's.

Bu Ani throbbed, astonished by her husband who insisted that Bara would be his son-in-law. "Sir, don't like dreams in broad daylight! Where would a man like Nak Bara be our ghost? And yes, want to be accompanied by his girlfriend Yanti?"

"Pourced to Ciliwung times!" Exclaims origin.

Yanti who has just returned from part-time work as a cashier in a mini market feels disturbed by the words of her father.

"Apaan seh Pak, Yanti already has a boyfriend. Why do you hate Kak Randi?" Ayu girl with tan skin adds a sexy impression on her. Yanti put her butt in the chair right next to Mr. Tarjo.

Mr. Tarjo took a deep breath, already lazy actually discussing the man he hated so much. "You know the old man, yes! You don't know, that guy you call Playboy. Many girlfriends!"

"No offense, sir," Yanti replied flatly, she took a fried banana and ate it. The oil left on the lips looks like lip gloss.

"So, I saw the other day, she's both female!"

"That's his brother, sir."

"Rubber sampe gelendotan? Like I'm flipping with Mom, that's like that brother?" Tone Pak Tarjo scoffing.

"I believe Brother Randi, sir! She was my first love, I was her first love. There's no way Randi's sister could be that way."

"Nih son ngeyelnya ask for forgiveness, can not be different father? The same father is both men, you know more about the character of people who are sincere or just pretend!" Pak Tarjo's tone began to rise. He was confused how to convince his son who was hard as a rock. (Ngeyel derivative, wkwkwkwkwkwkwk)

The girl chose to leave the arena of contention rather than waiting for the casualties. With wide steps Yanti entered the house and then headed to the room, did not forget to lock the door avoiding the possibility of Mr. Tarjo rushing in to continue the debate.

"Your son too, sir! Who is hoping for who? Genderuwo?" Bu Ani looked upset, Pak Tarjo gawking called Genderuwo by his wife.

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The whispers were faintly heard as Bara walked into the alleyway of Pak Tarjo's house. Yes, the old man's house is in the village with many gangs. The densely populated area looks increasingly crowded as mothers flock around every corner, the activity before napping is gossiping with each other.

Bara must walk quite far from where to park the car, because indeed the alang can only be entered by 2 motorcycles. There was sweat sweat on his forehead, adding to his masculine appearance. Even the smell of expensive perfume filled the entire alley he passed.

There was a woman full of twinkle coming out of the house, the glass window of the room located on the side of the road made it easier for her to see anyone who passed by. With a little haste he followed Bara from behind. The appearance of men with expensive suits certainly attracts women. Shamelessly the woman blocked Bara's steps, while the man was stunned by the sudden presence of a foreign woman standing before him.

"That's Mas Bara, right?"

Bara was speechless, he just stared at the astonished woman with a thick powder on her face. Bara can even guess how many inches of powder he uses to polish his face.

"Kok diem seh Mas? I am Mr. Tarjo. I want to go to Tarjo's house, right?! Let Saroh anter, yuk!" Invite the woman who is none other than Saroh.

"No need, thank you. I can do it myself." Bara refused in a subtle tone, he chose to return his feet to the house of Mr. Tarjo.

Saroh who had just heard Bara's voice immediately lost the word, he was amazed. "Geez, his voice made me wet!"

The man stepped wide to quickly arrive, not funny klo this handsome virgin kidnapped by Widow TKI.

Mr. Tarjo saw a figure that had been debated, he approached Bara with a face of sumringah. "Son, come here again. Is there anything left, son?"

"I can be the mandate of Mr. Angga, Mr. employed as a secretary at the Sastroadji Group. Tomorrow morning I hope you can come on time." Bara to the point.

Mr. Tarjo who was given the news smiled happily, but yesterday he was confused how to get closer to Bara with his son. Pucuk in love ulam also arrived. This is called a match. Mr. Tarjo invites Bara to enter his house.

"Let's go in first, son! It's hot outside. Let me make coffee while talking."

"No, sir, I better get back to the office."

Mr. Tarjo captures Bara's different attitude. Unlike when he went to Switzerland together, Bara this time seemed to keep his distance from him. "Son, did I make a mistake? Son Bara's kind of pissed at me,"

Bara sighed, he shouldn't have been so sniffy. However, Mr. Tarjo is an older person who should be respected. "Sorry sir, you are not wrong. I just want to get back to the office, quick,"

"Don't lie to me, son! I know there's something Nak Bara's hiding,"

Bara also chose to be honest, not that he hoped to become Pak Tarjo's son-in-law. It's just, being paired with a girl who already has a boyfriend hurts her self-esteem a little. As if he didn't just do it.

"Well, you don't match someone who already has an owner. I can still find my own future wife, sir!"

Mr. Tarjo just understood why Bara had become cold to him. "I'm sorry, Bara boy! But please, don't look for any other wife other than your son. I have a reason why it's like this." The old man groaned with a face.

Bara could not dwell, he could at least see the one who begged. Or indeed the acting of Mr. Tarjo is very professional.

Again, Bara entangled Pak Tarjo's trap.

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