ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 81: GIBRAN SUDRAJAT

“Eh... here I am the boss yes.” Kevin's shoulder restrains his embarrassment.

“Iya sir. We were wrong to enter the door. After his hands full, bring food.” Gita gives Kevin an excuse, which will definitely blame him for playing the game.

“Hum. Link his fault.” Said Kevin who then enthusiastically opened the food box brought by Gilang and Gita.

“Git, mom same tea Arum already in contact?” muna asked in between their lunch.

“But..”.

“We pick up or come alone?”

“Self aja Kak. Arum tea knows where it is.” Answer Gita.

“OK. Then we go home first. Nih, wet.forget to bring the compass. Naya already alarmed you by gini.” Said Muna shamelessly showing the part of her chest that was wet because of her breast seepage.

Muna and Gita say goodbye to their respective husbands, to go home first. The wife of the CEO and WaCEO is free, even though they are employees there, free to go home at what time.

“Always so brother, if long time ga sui sui.?” ask Gita who just found out.

“Iya Git, ASIKu very smoothly. Usually bring compa. But it was very tight fitting, until forgot permission to go to the toilet to remove it.” Answer Muna.

“Why was it dumped?”

“Ya... Because you forgot to bring the compa and its shelter, so usually just throw it in the restroom.” Muna answered explaining.

“Have an exciting child huh sis?” ask Gita curiously.

“Banget... uh, have USG yet?” tanya Muna just remembered Kevin's message yesterday.

“Ngapain in USG, my menstrual date is still four days away kak.” Answer Gita who knows the schedule comes the month.

“Oh... kirain no late.” Answer Muna flat.

They have arrived home, Muna immediately entered the bathroom to clean herself. Just take Annaya to give her favorite food. Aydan seemed enthusiastic about Gita's arrival. With sparkling eyes ran to embrace Gita.

“Aunty Gita. Om Lang where?” ask Aydan who always memorized with the couple who came to see him.

“Om Lang still cooperation papap Ay, dear.” ANSWERED Gita while stroking Aydan's head full of affection.

“Aunty ga kelja?”

“Udah earlier, now done.”

“Udah cecai.?” beonya lisp.

“He's handsome, aunty's job and mama are done.”

“Udah can play cama Ay, aunt?” tanyanya expectantly.

“You play what the hell is Aunty?” tanyanya Gita patiently serve Aydan who since baby is close to him.

“Eeemm. No play deh. Aunty read it for Ay.” He pulls Gita's hand into her room. Then look for a book on a small shelf in his room.

“This is. Celita. Ni iat niih. This is kula - kula right?” he asked while showing a book called The Proud Rabbit and the Tortoise.

“Oh. It's the story of Tortoise and Tortoise.” Gita to Aydan.

“Read yes aunt.” Pintanya.

“Ocee.”

“Keep, later if Ay wakes up. Aunty may not be near Ay again, Ay do not cry looking for aunty ya.” Gita made a deal.

“Haha... haha.. Aunty funny. Aydan brother. Ga boyeh nangis's sister. The weeping vinegar it de Naya.” He said so grown up, laughing at a five-month-old baby who said his job was just crying.

“Masa, Naya works Only cry?” tanya Gita held a chat with the smart toddler.

“Iya. De Naya's, ga bica street, ga bica lali-lali, ga bica in the play as well. Just bobo, crying, drinking aja.” It was as if he had never been small.

“Us sister Ay used to do it too.”

“Hah... Yes?”

“So I just forgot. Big brother time gini. Yes, all babies are Ay.” Gita Laughter. Then start reading the storybook for Aydan.

And sure enough when Aydan was asleep, Annaya su su time, was done. It's time for Gita and Muna to go to the subscription store without Mr. Min, also without Tama. They are just the two of them, and Muna is acting as Gita's driver. Ah, Muna where ever asked to be appreciated and treated special from others, indiscriminately.

In the office, Kevin is still discussing the matter of replacing Gita.

“Lang... You ain't papa, sectarian chick?” ask Kevin.

“Hah…? Terms of cheng must be male sir.” Honestly Cross.

“Basic husband bucin.” Look Kevin to Gilang, even though people only follow his steps as a husband who has become a slave to love part 1.

“Indeed it's main condition eneng sir. He doesn't stop if his replacement hasn't got.” Gilang.

“You asked him to stop, Lang?” ask Kevin directly.

“No, take it yourself who want to ask to resign. But, yes wait there is a successor.Padah Haikal can also, only his weakness, he is nervous if he meets a lot of people. For concepts and ideas, Haikal is perfect. But not by appearing in public also leading the meeting. Probably, by the middle of this year, I was already active in college. You will often delegate work to a secretary. So.., it should also be lakji men only sir who is in that position. In order not to be easily intimidated.” Papar Gilang with a language that is ryntut, polite and reasonable.

Kevin nodded in agreement.

“Means, we accept Gibran only. So intern at the secretary's. And Gita don't stop. His job is to provide detailed training, so that Gibran can be relied on later in the day.” Kevin said at his conclusion.

“No other candidates pa?”

“Last note me and Mae, only on two names, Melan and Gibran.” Answer Kevin firmly.

Gilang just nodded in understanding.

“Received both only in that section. Are not they the same as having good grades, also still apprentice status sir. So do not necessarily become a permanent employee in that section.” Gilang's proposal makes sense.

“Oke... could be too. But, you should tell Gita about these two names first. So we can change, if Gita doesn't want those two names.” Kevin added.

“Siap sir.” Answer Gilang respect.

Gilang was already home, finding his home suanan deserted. That means Gita's dear wife still hasn't returned from her shopping session with Muna. Gilang chose to take a shower, while thinking hard about one of the names that will be a candidate for the Gita position.

Don't get me wrong, Gilang obviously never thought of anything if only because the name Melani would be his secretary. Justri Nama Gibran Sudrajat who now dances in his brain.

Gilang had read Gibran's CV, he had even directly met the man. And it seems that the suitor had forgotten about him. Forgetting the person who during their childhood, always succumbed well in terms of toys until the food that must always be shared for him.

Seriate…