
The pungent smell of carbolic acid forced Hasna to wake up from her unconsciousness. Some time ago he had fainted due to a heart attack shortly after hearing his beloved son cheating behind his favorite son-in-law. He was quite surprised to hear the confession of the child to make his illness recur and he was rushed to the hospital.
Eyelids slowly, then the beautiful eyeball opened slowly. Moaning when feeling the back of the hand pain due to a syringe that sticks. However, the pain was not comparable to the pain that Bimantara inflicted on Tsamara's heart.
"Mas Irawan." Hasna tried to wake the sleeping husband by making the palm as a cushion while the other hand tightly grasped his fingers that were not infused.
Swiping softly Irawan's head to not take long, the silvery-haired man woke up from a long enough sleep.
"Hasna?" Irawan immediately rose from his seat, then clenched his wife's body tightly. "Alhamdulillah, you have become human. I thought I'd lose you forever." The man's lips trembled as he said the last sentence.
All the wealth owned may be gone from his grasp but Hasna, a woman berparas ayu should not go from his life for good. For Irawan, Hasna was a precious treasure that could not be replaced by anything in this world.
Hasna smiled warmly at Irawan's words. "Where might I leave you without saying goodbye. Even if I leave, I'll say goodbye to you first."
Irawan's eyes squinted, staring intently at his wife. "Don't talk too much! Until then, you stay by my side, Hasna."
The fifty-year-old woman chuckled softly. "Yes .. yes .... We'll stay together forever."
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The next day at the Danendra Group building looks like a woman with a height is stepping so gracefully into the skyscraper. The beats of the heels of his shoes rhymed among the silence. The atmosphere of the office is quite quiet because only a handful of employees have come to the office.
Mengulum smiles every time she crosses paths with her co-workers. His position as a secretary who always cooled the CEO, making Emma became famous among employees. As Emma stepped in waiting for an elevator to take her to the eighth floor she overheard some people whispering.
"Do you know that there is no hot news in our work environment?" ask the woman with the shoulder-length hair, named Isma.
"What's the news?" timpal's glasses woman, named Luna.
"Last afternoon I saw Ms. Tsamara coming down from the eighth floor in tears. His eyes were flushed with his body trembling violently. When I asked, he just smiled forcedly. After that it just passed without answering my question." Isma stopped her words for a moment. Taking a deep breath, then again said, "I heard the news he said Bu Tsamara was crying because he caught Pak Bima eating steadily with someone."
Luna rounded her eyes when she heard the words of her co-worker. "Huh? Don't lie to you, Is! How could our CEO be. As far as I know Pak Bima is cold so where might be interested in other women."
Isma glared at Luna. "Iih ... Be advised, ngeyel you! The woman moved the tote bag containing food in the right hand grip to the left hand. "At first I did not believe it, but seeing all the evidence showed that the news was not a figment."
Luna closed her body to Isma until no distance separated them. "You want to know who the woman we found was having sex with our boss?" With a quick movement, the short-haired woman nodded her head. "The woman is ... Miss Emma, Mr. Bima's secretary."
Again and again Luna was shocked by the fact she had just gotten. His round eyeballs were getting rounder with his jaw wide open even barely dislodged from its place.
"Seriously, you?" ask Luna briefly.
Shaking his head, do not expect that it turns out that beautiful women who are blessed with many advantages even become actors and have the heart to damage their own superior household. Luna, who initially passed on to Emma, suddenly became disgusted and no longer idolized the woman.
"When he could have gotten a single man who was more everything than Pak Bima. But why did he take away what already belonged to someone else. Really cheap lady! There is no heart!" as if Luna was rough.
Isma mangosteen heard the words of Luna. Agree with the words of his co-workers. "From the information I heard, he said Bu Hasna was rushed to the hospital because he already knew that Pak Bima had an affair with his secretary."
They continued to whisper without realizing that Emma was standing up while listening to the two women's conversation. The ears feel hot, the chest and face begin to turn red with anger that begins to linger all over the body.
The chest felt tight, as if the air supply around was unable to meet the oxygen needs of Emma's lungs. In that instant, the woman's mood changed completely.
"Does this company pay you to gossip during business hours?" reprimand Emma, trying to be professional even though her heart feels mumps.
Isma and Luna jumped from where they were standing. A firm yet hinting sound of stifled anger made them instantly speechless and bow their heads that very second.
"Ehm .. sorry, Mom. We were just chatting while waiting for the elevator door to open" Luna lied. It is impossible to answer the truth. She could have been slapped by Emma because she was found gossiping.
Emma looked at them cynically. He also folded his hands to his chest. "Chat until you do not realize you have missed four times the elevator door opens without any occupants in it. Really great!"
Actually Emma was not comfortable acting so powerfully in front of them. However, he was already hurt and wanted to immediately silence their mouths until forced to do it all.
"K-we .. are guilty, ma'am. Sorry." Luna and Isma answered almost simultaneously.
"Other times if you want to gossip people see first around. Whether or not there are people you are talking about. If you don't, you can insult and insult that person. However, if she's around you, it's best to be quiet and never say anything" Emma said, advising both marketing staff.
Without waiting for their answer, Emma leaves the company for the hospital where Hasna is being treated.
"You shouldn't have picked up my phone, Bim. Apparently you are in trouble," said Emma lirih while turning on her car engine. "Wait for me, Bima. I'll be with you soon."
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