One Roof With Maduku

IN OFFICE

It is not love if there is no drive and desire. It is not love if there is no give and take. It is not honesty if there is something to hide. It is not happiness if there is still grudge. It's just a figure of speech. The journey of each human being is different. Every human has a choice. If you are asked to choose from several options. Inevitably you have to determine the choice that you think is good and best. That choice must be considered the length of the effect and impact you take. As much as possible have a positive impact on your surroundings and minimize the negative impact of the decisions you make.

Beautiful decoration in a flower pot. There's some stalks in there. Clearly engraved its meaning. Color - the beauty of the eyes. Beautiful does not always bring happiness. Choose one of the several stalks there. Take it and tuck it in your lover's ear. Fill her face with that beauty. Give her the attention that makes her soar high into the clouds. Don't let her tears come out in the corner of her beautiful eyes. So that you can see his smile that is full of meaning.

You will never regret. If you will reveal all your hidden feelings. Because your heart wants honesty. From what you feel and feel. Eliminate a million Egos that imprison you with arrogance. So that in the future there are no regrets that make you fall into endless sadness.

O soul pain will be lonely. Stomach because of the endless torment of longing. The end of the story of the son of Adam, who will not be timeless in the eating of time. Oh man, no man of man. Try to find your common sense in examining each step. So that the dilemma of pain soon disappears. In indulging desires and passions that mislead the steps.

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In an office atmosphere full of seriousness. Surya is still struggling with activity in his room. The files are stacked on his desk. Requires that he must immediately correct or sign off on some report at his desk. It's been a few days, Surya did not come to the office intentionally. Now his work has piled up. Indeed, other work can be represented by his assistant but for all decisions, signatures, still Surya who holds the main role in the company owned by his family. Surya has become the first person in the company. Mr. Hartono has handed over all authority to him. Wardha was the head of marketing at the company. Sarwenda himself is one of the investors in the family-owned company Pak Hartono. Indeed, the Sarwenda family was once known to have abundant treasures. No wonder, Mr. Hartono and Bu Hartini always respect when dealing with the Sarwenda family.

" Hey assalammualaikum baby! I'm coming!" greet Sarwenda with a paper bag containing food.

Surya stood up to welcome Sarwenda who entered his room with the appearance of a female office worker in general.

Sarwenda reached out and shook Surya's hand and kissed the back of the hand and switched to kissing the right and left cheeks of her husband.

" Greetings waalaikum! What did you bring Sarwenda?" ask Surya.

Sarwenda smiles at the reaction of Surya who starts to open herself with little attention with her.

" This is a layer of legit and steamed brownies. Isn't this your favorite, mom?" answer Sarwenda while opening the paper bag containing the food.

" The coffee is not there yet!" sahut Surya's.

Sarwenda smiled seeing Surya starting to spoil with herself.

" All right! I'll get OB to make it." said Sarwenda.

" I want to make you, you know!" said Surya while focusing on some of the files that are being researched.

" Heheh! All righty! It's her cake, eaten Mas!" ask Sarwenda.

Sarwenda then exited Surya's room. Surya took his cell phone and called Winda, his wife.

" Dear! Have you eaten yet, dear?" tanya Surya after her cellphone connection is connected at Winda number and lifted by Winda.

" No Vishnu, Say?" ask Surya.

" So after the shower, sleep!" reply Winda.

" Dear! This is coffee, baby!" shouted Sarwenda who suddenly entered the room Surya.

" Uh? The darling? Whose voice is it?" tanya Winda began to investigate.

" Oh that.that's Sarwenda! Black coffee for his girlfriend. It just so happens that her boyfriend is in this room, dear." replied Surya spontaneously as her eyes glared towards Sarwenda.

Sarwenda who saw Surya her eyes glared at him so shrieked. With a frown, Sarwenda sat down on the sofa chair and dropped her butt violently. Surya doesn't care about Sarwenda's anger. Of particular importance is Wind, his wife.

" Dear! I'll be on the phone again. There was Sarwenda's girlfriend from earlier waiting" said Surya began to be good at reasoning.

" Yes, Mas! Anyway if in the office don't need to call me. I'm fine at home." Sarwenda said across the street.

" I always miss you, Vinda. Especially with Vishnu. I want to hear always the babbling and crying of Vishnu, our son." said Surya.

Sarwenda who heard Surya's death appeal became more and more pouting made. Hownot? All this time, he never got and listened to Surya's deadly seduction for himself. Surya's love for her is not big enough. Or maybe, nothing yet. The relationship with Surya is like just a relationship in bed that vents all his desires and after that so and thank you.

How sad to be reminded of that, but this is Sarwenda's choice and will. Wasn't he the one who forced himself to have Surya when it wasn't right. Surya doesn't or doesn't love him yet. Surya married himself because he was responsible for everything he had done to him. Became second wife by Siri marriage. This is ironic, even though Sarwenda herself is the daughter of a family that is located. Of course, Sarwenda's parents still don't know everything. Besides Sarwenda's parents are busy with business affairs abroad, Sarwenda already lives in her own home.

The only way to solve everything is for Sarwenda to become pregnant if she is to legally marry Surya. Sarwenda's parents will not accept if her daughter is married in series.

Sarwenda's brain has now started playing. She should get pregnant soon. So that she could become part of the family of Pak Hartono and become the legal wife of Surya. Even though she was a second wife.

Surya sat on the sofa chair approaching Sarwenda who was sitting with a still pouting expression.

" Where's the coffee, mas?" ask Surya.

Sarwenda was silent and still sulking. Surya began to sip coffee made by his young wife while lighting a cigarette. Occasionally his eyes glanced at Sarwenda who was still pouting.

" You can't be angry, Sarwenda. Didn't you tease me when I already had Winda, my wife. You are determined to come and tease me in various ways so that I can be your husband and you want to be my wife even if you are the second" said Surya while smoking the lit cigarette.

Finally Sarwenda snapped to her senses. He cannot be angry. Being a second woman is her choice. He took the cake he brought earlier and gave it to Surya.

" Thank you! Smiling is better than being angry, right?" surya said with a small smile. Sarwenda began to melt and then pinch the small waist of Surya.