NEW TWILIGHT FOR SYANIA

117

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

　

All went well, although delayed for hours but all were successful. Kristo breathed a sigh of relief, she was the happiest this afternoon. The inauguration of the new building was a success, the opening of the laboratory was also a success. The deep breath was heard many times by Kristo.

　

It was obvious how Aisakha was so dignified when giving the opening speech. The words he spoke were very encouraging to everyone present. Aisakha praised Nia, the researcher who managed to raise the amount of corporate rupiah coffers from the results of laboratory research in Bengkulu City. Who does not know the meaning of a Syrian in the life of this young President. Everyone present, hundreds of pairs of eyes knew that the beautiful woman in a navy blazer next to the President was the mistress of Aisakha. But, they also knew that this lady Aisakha was indeed an accomplished woman. Nia was smart, long before Aiskaha found her again after 3 years. Nia has indeed provided entertaining profits for companies with all its innovations that are selling well in the agricultural world.

　

All clapping happily, they were amazed, they were completely blown away. Beautiful, smart, unpretentious and Head of Labotaroium too.

　

And finished all the routine that was canceled this morning, once again Kristo smiled, relief was clearly reflected on his face.

　

"What time will you enter my room, Miss Aisakha ?" Aisakha whispered softly in Nia's ear as everyone started walking back to their respective activities. The inauguration is over, the opening has passed, the routine is back on the run as usual.

　

"Mr Aisakha, I have a staff meeting soon ". Nia replied also in a whisper.

　

"Mrs Aisakha, you promised !" Aisakha changed the look on her face.

　

"I'm serious Mr. Asiakha, I have a staff meeting in a moment. Don't be naughty ". Nia realized Kristo was looking at them. Kristo was observing the master and mistress, speaking in a whisper. There was a funny smile on his face.

　

Very romantic anyway, I became envious to see the master and mistress. Can I be as lucky, sir ? Kristo is beating.

　

"Dear, just a second. I'm meeting the staff first, plisss ". Nia tried to seduce Aisakha.

　

"How long ?" Aisakha is in unhappy mode.

　

"An hour, can you ?" Nia blinked her eyes, hoping to get an answer yes.

　

"Thirty minutes !" The voice of Aisakha no longer whispered. "And if in those 30 minutes you don't come into my room, do you remember our agreement, Miss Aisakha ? There is an emphasis in the voice of Aisakha. Nia was only able to nod her head, the behavior of the husband managed to make Nia very embarrassed in front of the researchers, including in front of Resya, her best friend who was pretending not to hear at the end of the laboratory.

　

"Let's go Kris, let's go back to the study. You also only have 30 minutes to keep me busy. Because after that I'll lock the door to my study, don't try to disturb !" Said Aisakha without burden, to make Nia very want to shut the mouth of her beloved husband, while Krsito, he could only avoid being thoughtless with the sinless attitude of the master.

　

　

　

********************

　

"Why don't you tell me about Mama, baby ?" Kemala's female servant could only be bowed when Kemala gave her angry eyes, as if Kemala's eyes said you would betray me.

　

No other choice, actually that is the cause of the Aunt who had been a servant of Kemala was forced to be honest with the great mistress, the Mother of Kemala.

　

Obviously Kemala is not okay, but Kemala is too stubborn to be examined by a doctor. Not only that, Kemala also seemed to be covering up something from everything. Even from both parents, when viewed from the gelagat Kemala, the servant concluded Kemala was actually in need of extra attention. Sometimes he looks very sad and sometimes he looks very sad. The feeling of Kemala seems very difficult to control. That's what Auntie interpreted. After all, this Kemala maid only told everything when asked, when the mistress caught herself making Kemala milk with yougert taste as Kemala wishes.

　

"What's the matter Ma ?" He tried to behave as usual in front of his mother.

　

"You hurt ? And why just shut up ?" Mama is trying to assess Kemala's face.

　

"Hahahaha.", laughter is slow and made-up. "Who said I was sick Ma ? I'm fine ". Kemala is still lying.

　

"Yeah ?" Mama took Kemala's right hand and placed it on her lap. "Don't lie dear ". Mama rubbed the back of Kemala's hand. "This Mama you son, Mama knows all. You don't need anyone else to recognize your own child ". Mama still rubs Kemala's handbags.

"Wait for you to be a mother. You will prove all these words of Mama. Nine of you carry your child, raising her with affection. You must understand Nak ".

　

Gleckkk.....

Suddenly, Kemala had trouble swallowing his own saliva. His heart wanted to scream, there was a feeling of sadness so deep there.

　

Child ? Can Ma, is it possible ? Me, a wife who left her husband for a past time to be a mother ? Me, this Mama's son, who is now starting to forget my mother-in-law, I don't know because of what ? Can I be that special Ma, being a mother ?

　

Kemala's eyes glazed over. She wanted to cry, sad and sick. Everything was perfectly mixed within those sunken eyes.