My Love is Wrong

Pram ventured

Until the office I immediately rush into my work because I was 5 minutes late. When I was about to enter the room it turned out that Mr. Amin was already in my work room.

"For Sir... Sorry I'm late for the office." I said salute to my boss Mr. Amin.

Mr. Amin only looked at a glance and then smiled.

"Ngantar Yusuf yaa Pak Pram? " Task Mr. Amin.

"Yes sir." I answered briefly while turning on my laptop. I didn't explain anything because I told you before that I couldn't come to the office early in the morning because I was busy taking care of my son Yusuf's shuttle.

Mr. Amin and mas Gion were my comrades in arms when we used to work selling Souvenirs in the town square. But Mr. Amin and mas Gion managed to start a printing business and then now open a new business again in the field of services. In his business this time, Mr. Amin and Mas Gion invited me to participate.

"Sir... Can I finish the CV X project today?" mr. Amin said as he headed to my desk and watched what I was doing.

"I'm trying to do it sir. But I think it could be finished today. Because this is all the data is neatly arranged." I said and showed the data I meant.

Mr. Amin looked at the data I showed, then patted me on the shoulder and said, "Good Job Mr. Pram..."

I smiled and continued my work.

Around 11, I took a short break and went to the kitchen to make coffee because I was getting sleepy.

I then returned to my desk with a cup of bitter unsweetened coffee. I am relieved that the work assigned to me has finally been completed.

I opened my phone, thinking who knew there was an important message coming in. Because I was busy in front of my laptop so I did not pay attention to my phone at all.

If it's working, I won't hold my phone unless there's an incoming call.

I opened the incoming messages. After I finished replying to everything, my eyes looked for contact with Ara's name. I don't know like there's such a tremendous impulse to always look at Ara's contact profile.

I wanted to send a message, but I doubt that my doubts always arise when I want to ask Ara. I don't know why.

I looked at the photo of Ara and the little boy in her arms. "Bec...I miss you.."my inner voice shouted.

Finally I ventured to greet Ara in a chat in her private message.

"Hi Ara's..."

"Well, remember me?"

"it's me, Pram...

I waited for Ara to reply to my message, but there was no reply. I saw Ara active about 1 hour ago.

I took off my phone and put it on the table. I continue my work. But I was restless, my eyes to my laptop but my heart and mind to Ara. I want to know about Ara.

Suddenly my phone rang, there was a call coming in and I saw it from my wife.

"Yaa ma'am.. What's wrong? " I said.

"Pa. later remember to pick up Yusuf daj do not be late kasian Joseph must wait." Wife says.

"Yes ma'am. This is Papa getting ready to go."

"Oh yes Ma'am. Papa will not have lunch at home because there is a work of perfume contents in mosque X. So Papa takes Joseph home and goes right away."

"Yes Pa.. Be careful on the street ." said my wife who then hung up the phone.

I then went to pick up my son, I didn't rush this time. In less than half an hour I had arrived at Joseph's school. And it turns out that Yusuf just got out of school.

Joseph came up to me and kissed my hand. Then get on my butut bike...

I drove my bike home to take Joseph home. On the way I always asked her lessons at school, whether there was something difficult and not yet understood.

"So what was the lesson, son...Something not understood ?"

"There's no Pa this time...Joseph understood that." Yusuf.

"Ooh so... Thank goodness, now Papa's son is getting smarter"

In the middle of the trip we chatted macem-macem and did not feel we had reached home . Pipin welcomed us.

I just drove Joseph and then I said goodbye again to go do my side job..

I got to mosque x and then started doing my job.

Suddenly there was an incoming message. I said it was Ara, I wanted to open it but I said my intention. I continued. finish my work.

When I finished everything I just sat down to rest. I sat in the corner of the mosque. I opened the notifications of the messages that came in on my phone. But my eyes are only looking for one name, Ara.

My heart thumped as I saw a message coming in from Ara. I can't wait to open it.