My wife's been misguided

The hill is not yet visible.

I don't count how long Nesya actually talked to her father in the room. Obviously, it is enough to complete one transaction in my marketplace.

After a long time, Nesya appeared with gontai steps. Look at his expression, I think his argument was also suppressed by Om Surya. Turns out wrong, this spoiled girl managed to persuade her father. Dr. Ahmad seneng really use and went straight into the room Om Surya, maybe to prepare a detailed plan of therapy.

I'm rattled. Nesya should have succeeded in persuading to continue therapy. But why did he even look so much more tangled than before he entered.

"Are you okay?" I ended up asking as well because it was not strong with my soul that lately the level of his retirement had increased sharply.

Nesya did not answer and suddenly cried while curling me very fast. Lah? I'm getting confused, right? Moreover, Nesya's horrors were as hot as in the chest. I really don't know what to do? Finally I just turned around and let her spend the rest of her tears.

* * * * *

That afternoon it was also decided Om Surya was taken to Jakarta. Hospitals where oncology doctors practice have more complete facilities. Dr. Ahmad takes care of everything. Starting from hospital administration to arranging the arrival of private jets to the band.

In the car to the hotel, only Nesya dared to speak. "I was told to break up" he said.

"Decided?"

She cried again, this time in anger. "The new father wants to continue therapy if I promise to break up with Niko."

Geez! Bad decision. I also don't like him as much as that guy, but it's not really the way. Relationships that face many challenges will even be stronger bond. Aarghs! When will Om Surya realize anyway?

Nesya's feet stomped the car body hard. "When I've been nawarin to help care for the company. But he said it wasn't important, there was Zian. Really bad, you know what?"

Yes know. I'm also sprain. If it is gini, my work will be abandoned because I have to take care of something that I do not like at all.

"What do I do, Yan? Help me, dong!" Nesya whined with a clear voice.

"Menekete. I'm on Surya's side about this."

"Ih, you're bad." He hit my arm.

"Woi! I'm driving." The punch didn't hurt, it just kind of messed up my concentration.

Instead of stopping, he was shaking my body. "You have to help me! Said you wanted to support me!"

Hadeh! Where U-turn is in front of the eyes. "Shut up, right? In front of the hotel must turn in. You want us to crash?"

Thank goodness he stopped. His face was still thick when he entered the hotel. In the lobby, the receptionist reported that there was a delivery for Nesya's mother.

Hearing the name of the mother, the face that has been bent a thousand it becomes more tangled. Kirain she can smile a little once she knows what she's sending. It was shock and a little fear.

"Dispose, Ma'am!" so said.

Lah? It's so good to play just throw it away!

"Nesea!" I took a Segede Gaban teddy bear that was still neatly wrapped in transparent plastic. Keep chasing him who casually way to the evelator.

"Nes, look first, dong, who sent him!" myrag.

"Huh! Most cute pretentious guy who wants a pedekate!" his jolt.

Hadeh! It is difficult if you are a person if the beauty is excessive. Even so, the doll was still brought to the room.

Actually to the hotel to pack the goods only. because tonight we will go directly to Jakarta.

* * * * *

I picked up the vibrating hape in the bag of pants. Turns out chat from a guy-so-genesis. He sent a sharelock where the duel will be held tomorrow.

Finished replying 'okay,' to the so-called guy, enter another one of the unknown numbers.

"assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Zian. I am Supriyanto. You invested fifty million in a company I wanted to start."

Oh, Fatih's father turned out.

"Alhamdulillah, this morning PT. Sinar jaya has been registered to a notary. The management until the deed is likely to take three months. The cost until you get a construction service business license is about forty million."

Wow, not enough money. I haven't been able to reply, I suddenly got one more message.

"Alhamdulillah, already covered, God willing with our first project."

Lah? Notary deed not yet done, the project already exists?

"Mosque building for pesantren in Jombang."

Pork! His first project was to create a mosque. Universe or God who is joking with me?

Mr. Supri doesn't seem to be typing anymore, so I immediately typed in to reply. "thankfully.but this is a real project, right? Not abal-abal?"

To be honest I was a little hesitant because PT has not been established officially, why have I got the project? What about the co-operation agreement?

"God willing, sir. Who gave ustadz direct project of his own pesantren."

Okay Okay. I'm a little relieved. I myself do not expect anything from the company founded by Mr. Supriyanto. My original intention was not to invest, just to feel sorry if he was lied to. Any understanding today can be a source of lies and manipulation. Even in the name of Sharia or even in the guise of religion. Unfortunately again, people are very easy to believe if the modus operandi of fraud relies on religious frills.

"This is ustadz who used to study in residential mosques. Yesterday I wanted to ask him to fill in tausyiah for his aqiqahan Fatih event. Chat, he continued to propose to megang mosque project in his pesantren. Thank goodness, blessings."

When I re-typed in the reply, Mr. Supri first continued his chat.

"Because this is the first project, and to build a mosque anyway, we agreed to set the rates below standard. The important thing is to cover the cost of living and operational costs. Think of it as a chairty project, to help the religion of God. Hopefully, in this way, our company is also helped by God."

Helping the religion of God, being a helper of the religion of God, the phrase resonated in my memory room. Next comes a photo with a caption.

"me and friends yesterday after formulating PT. sinar jaya."

There, Ahmad appeared with three other men sitting around a square table. On the paper-paper table, the ballpoint pen, the hape, also empty plates and glasses.

"Oya, Fatih's aqiqahan will be held next week. If you have time, we really expect your presence at home."

Followed by a location link that directly brings to G-Maps.

"I can't promise, have to see the schedule first." I reply in a subtle way.

Yes time to go to Banyuwangi only for aqiqahan doang. But if you remember how rich it feels to hold a baby, the wealth is quite cool also if you all walk there.

Ah, so kangen Fatih. Gemesin baby that I myself gave a name. Huh! Give a name to a baby person, the baby himself knows when. The hill is not yet visible. Fates.