Pasung Tuan Muda's

43. The Sudden Heart of Iba

After talking a lot with the employees, I rushed to the room again because there was something to do. Although the hours to work will end soon, I still took the time to take care of all the work delayed a few months ago.

With increasingly shaky steps, I opened the door of the room cautiously. After arriving at the revolving bench, I sat down while staring at all the files that look erratic is not necessarily that direction.

A spray of arunica penetrates the transparent glass in the office walls, from the ventilation holes brings a breeze that comfortably traverses each pore hole. However, my mind is still raging on my only son who currently does not know what he is doing.

Even so, I still remained calm and worked for him. For the sake of his bright future later, I spent time in the office tirelessly. Second by second walking and spending the time of the world, the equator seemed to play with jokes that invited me to go home immediately.

The minute I sat down, I decided to end the job now. As for returning home, I felt reluctant to do so. No other because, so fed up of this self to see the wife who is increasingly becoming so.

After feeling calm, I raised my body while taking the black suit yany had been stuck on the swivel bench. Then I came out of the room without a wiggle. Upon arrival on the first floor, the employees seemed very pleased with my presence back at the company.

Even the faces were thrown from those who had been watching this self. It was as if I felt very awkward, because such a thing I had never encountered before.

“Good afternoon, Boss,” greet Olivia.

“Good afternoon, Boss,” sambar Vanesa.

“Good afternoon. Btw-you why are you still here?” my question is full of search.

“We are again waiting for Dimas and Brama, Boss,” Vanes said.

“Loh, hasn't he been out since?”

“I-iya, Boss, already out. But, her phone was left in the room,” explained Olivia.

“Oh, then, I'll excuse you first.”

“OK, Boss, please,” answer them in unison.

Without extending the conversation, I continued walking towards the car park. Using a white sports car vehicle, I rushed out and crossed the company yard.

Upon arrival on the crossroads, the gas began to pace me. Since this afternoon did not happen to be jammed, I was able to rush out of the office quite quickly. About fifteen minutes drive, I arrived in front of a cake shop. The heart felt too hard to stop. I don't know what made me feel sorry for Anissa, so I stopped in front of the store.

Immediately, I got out of the car and walked towards the cake shop. A woman in a red uniform approached.

“Good afternoon, sir, how can I help you?” tanyakanya.

“I want to find a cake, Ma'am,” I replied.

“Oh, please come in, sir. Choose it, because the price is written in the corner of the glass,” he replied as he invited.

“Thank you,” my word.

We walked along each corridor, but I found it very difficult to make a choice, because I did not know what character Anissa liked. Because it has run out of sense, my choice also falls on the character of a pink teddy bear. The cake is also very unique and large.

“Mbak, I want this cake,” I said while pointing at the cake.

“This one, Sir?” tanyanya.

“Iya, that one.”

The shopkeeper took the cake and took us to a cashier. After wrapping it very neatly, I paid for the cake and immediately rushed away.

“Thank you for shopping at our store, Sir,” said the cashier keeper.

“Iya, equally,” I replied.

As the day began to night, I rushed into the car and placed the cake on the left side. The direction of home was finally betrayed by the cake. The decision this time fell to a causeway leading to the house of Anissa and Marissa. Although I have been banned from meeting Anissa, I don't care about it.

“Assalammualaikum ..” my sap.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” replied someone with a female voice, I seem to know the person.

After the door opened, it presented a middle-aged woman with a red bandana in her hair. He is Bi Ira, my former maid who had left a few days ago. Her net was staring at me, I don't know what she was feeling.

“Tu-Tuan,” said.

“Bi Ira, are you here?” my many.

“Iya, Sir, I stay with Nyonyah,”.

“Why didn't you say you moved here?”

“Sa-me, I ..” Bi Ira also stammered in explaining.

“Marissa is inside?” ask again.

“Please enter first, Sir,” take it.

We entered the house and sat down on the chair, then Bi Ira seemed to be awakening.

“Aunt where to go?” my many.

“I want to go to the kitchen for a drink, Sir,” he replied.

“Don't bother, I'm just for a minute. Where's Marissa, how, so quiet?”

“Nyonyah go, Sir,” she replied.

“Then, I drop this cake for Anissa.” I handed the cake to Bi Ira.

“Good, Sir, thank you.”

“Then, I'm sorry to go home,” I said while fixing the suit.

“Master didn't wait for Nyonyah to come home first?” tanyanya.

“Not necessary, Bi, aar Marissa angry.”

Without waiting for a response, I hurried out of the living room. While Bi Ira, she was staring from the doorway. Before long, a public transport stopped in front of the gate.

The presence of the transport brings a woman who is none other than an ex-wife, it turns out she came home from somewhere. However, his presence on the left side seemed to be very upset. Not only that, his expression was like disgust at my arrival.

“Marissa,” call me soft.

One missed call, the interlocutor simply continued walking into the doorway.

Maybe Marissa's still mad at me. Yeah, never mind, maybe he's cape again, my inner self.

The watch shows at 19:00, I rushed into the car while out of the hall. By stepping on the very neutral gas, I just focused on looking ahead and driving. The days I spent were more painful. Because it is not just the mind that screams, the feeling also seems to have no reproach to make up for the guilt that has been piled high.

Either way, I can explain to Marissa, if I really want to apologize to her. Maybe someday, he'll accept this apology and all is well. Though, it seems like time never promises to make everything okay.

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