ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 166: NENG, CAN YOU?

The sun was shining brightly, brightly, as bright as the very bright face of Gita that morning. Gilang more happy, because that morning Gita did not sound nauseous vomiting like a normal day. Which seems to torture him so much. Making Gilang can only stroke Gita's shoulder to reduce the burden of his wife a little.

"A' a ... I can go to the office today." Pinta Gita as they were having breakfast at the dinner table.

"Yakin ... Is it papa Neng?"

"God willing, papa, A'." Answer Gita.

"Origin carefully. If you have cape we go home first, Neng." Super protective crossbreeds on his wife and future children.

"Your father is so, my son, we are. So, the pinter is inside." Gita stroked her own stomach.

The Gita's position is still as secretary. And in that room had already changed formation. Haikal moved to Cisarua. There is still Siska to rely on and Gibran to be able to quickly absorb everything he has to do in that field.

Gibran much silent to see the action of Sisak and Gita who work with a look so relaxed. But make no mistake, once Gibran offered the results of his work, both of them first expressed criticism.

"Gebel ... If the boss you face is only Mr. Gilang. Maybe you can still survive. But if the one who gave you the job was Mr. Kevin. Careful." Siska examined Gibran's work.

"Try here." Pinta Gita wants to see the schedule Gibran has just made.

Gibran's son of an Internship employee. But really treated like a high school boy who is practicing working there.

"It's Gibran. You can't stack up like this. You must calculate the mileage that will be used in terms of meeting clients. Whether it's Mr. Kevin or Mr. Gilang, they're not Amoeba who is good at splitting. Can't, they do two activities a day that are only 30 minutes away." The Gita is more detailed in terms of observing Gibran's work.

"My license is to fix it, ma'am." Pinta Gibran held out his right hand on the folded left hand on his elbow, politely.

"Here, you check back." Gita hands over the tab she used to hold to create the working schedule of CEOs and Deputy CEOs in their Company.

"Oh ... Yes Ma. I got the wrong input. It was a different day." Gibran just checked back on his job.

"That's fatal Gibran. Don't get used to it." Gita says without looking at Gibran's face.

"Schedule also can not be made unilaterally, you should make sure the client and the place you will go. Is it right to coordinate for the meeting." Siska.

"Ready." Gibran replied, who did not think that the work he made more than 60 minutes was criticized even in just 6 minutes. Both of them seemed to be working while joking. But it turned out that behind the scribble, it kept the gaze of the eagle's eyes. Very sharp and very thorough.

"Excuse me ..." The sound from outside the door and Gilang's face popped in.

"Yes ... " Answer Siska and Gita looked up simultaneously.

"Can we go to my room for a second?" Formalized speech.

With a smile, Gita got up from her seat and walked towards the door. Following Gilang to his room.

"Kids Father pinter join Mother's cooperation ...?" Hah, even the door of his room had just closed, Gilang just immediately gave the question to Gita.

"Pinter dong Daddy." Gita's smile is wide, happy with the attention of the husband who is always sweet when willing and without thought.

"So morning, you guys didn't have time to drink milk. I've asked OB to buy it and ... Taraa. I made it, in a drink, Bun." Gilang offered a glass of milk that was still warm for Gita who himself forgot if this morning did not have time to drink milk, as her husband said.

"Belgoshen ... Daddy is so sweet. Love it, pregnant times A'a sweetness kebangetan kayak gini." Gita pinched Gilang gemash's cheek.

"Makasiih Father of my children." He said after finishing the glass of milk.

"Still want to work? Or do we just go home?* ask Gilang again.

"E ... That's Neng. Files to continue college are requested suddenly. Eneng still let A'a go to college?" Gilang asked for approval.

"Oh ... About college again, huh?" Gita is somewhat doubtful about her husband's ability to divide his time. The company has more and more he holds, because Kevin must be focused on Cisarua. She was pregnant, twins. But how could Gita not be able to read the eyes of her husband expectantly to be agreed to continue his studies.

"Yes Neng, can you?" rean looked at Gita's eyeball with a sad look, really wanted the meaning of the gaze.

"Where?"

"Jakarta."

"Regular?"

"Extension."

"Every weekend?"

"Yes ... 4 Semesters." Answer again.

"2 years yes ..." Gita lirih. Suddenly imagines what is going to happen in the future.

What kind of drama of life does God want to give to their households.

If while studying S1, Gilang in the economic field test. Determined success in financial circumstances that are far from enough.

Much different from the situation now, which is no longer problematic with the adequacy of money. Except in the case of justice.

The balance he had to create between his family, his job and his ideals again

"Yes, Neng. May it?" he forced it again on his wife.

"Yes ... Can A'. Gita replied helplessly rejecting her sweet husband's request.

"Makasiih yes, Neng. Anyway A'a promise later A'a will bi ..."

"Stt ..." Gita put her index finger on Gilang's lips.

"Eneng doesn't want to hear any promises from A'a's mouth. Whatever A'a wants to do later. Eneng believes it is best for us. Ihktiar ya A's'. May not only Eneng allow A'a success. But God made it all easy. God is all. We just carry out destiny according to the framework it has created for us." Obviously the Gita is long.

Lost in that word, this woman in front of him was an angel. But also the devil.

What ...? Demons.

Yes ... Devil teaser.

Why did this morning, the Gita shirt look so tight on the chest?

Are the clothes he uses too small? Or is the stuff getting fuller?

When his eyes accidentally passed that part, why did his male soul actually rise. Gilang long enough fasting, as his wife declared pregnant young, he had tried solo career. Just make soap in the bathroom. But for him, that was not enough. He also misses the jitters on Gita's chest, just joking with the fruits there. Which in a few months he certainly can not control alone. Because their twins will later surround the area to connect their lives, with the part that will be their property.

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