PASUTRI (On Love & Happiness)

CHAPTER 154

Today is exactly one week Faza's departure to America. Zahra missed her husband very much. What's more now that Faza has not contacted him for two days at all. Even on the phone, it is not picked up. Sending messages is also read-only and not baled at all.

“Hh.. You must be busy, dear.. Poor yah... He has to work hard for both of us.”

Zahra muttered as she rubbed her big belly. Zahra woke up early this morning because she had not slept well for two nights.

“Mamah kangen very dear papah.. I guess what papah is doing there now?”

Zahra straightened her gaze while thinking. Zahra suddenly thought of Siska whose benefactor note was Faza's secretary.

“Siska, she must be in America too. Did I call him for nanyain mas Faza?”

Zahra did know Siska well because several times Siska had come to deliver the file.

“Yes.. Just try it..” Gumam Zahra then grabbed back his phone which he had not long ago placed on the table beside the chair where he was sitting in the balcony now.

Zahra tried to call Siska. One to two times until Siska finally picked up the phone from her.

“Halo, Siska.”

“Ya mom.. Hola.. Can I help you?” Ask Siska from across the phone.

“Ah Yes.. This I want nanya, mas Faza again very busy huh?”

Siska did not immediately reply making Zahra have to wait for a moment.

”Pak Faza is indeed very busy bu..” Answer Siska later.

“So yeah? Yes thank you dad.. I'm just scared of my husband why he's there.”

“Mother need not worry.. Mr. Faza is fine here.. Mother herself how is it?”

Zahra smile. Siska is a nice and supple person.

“My news is good.” Zahra answered briefly but very carefully and slowly.

“Thank God then ma'am.. Good luck until the day of delivery yes ma'am.”

“Iya Amiinn.. Ask for prayer yes Siska.”

“Iya mom.. Sure. I'm sorry I have to go back to work. Later I will tell Mr. Faza that mom called.”

“Yes.. Thank you Siska.”

“Same mother.”

Zahra stopped her phone after that. Zahra sighed. There was not the slightest bit of bad thoughts about Faza and Siska. Zahra was sure that the people around her were good people.

“Tante..”

Arka's voice managed to distract Zahra. The boy was indeed a little fever so it was not allowed to go first by Nadia and Aries.

“Eh yes dear.. Why?” Zahra's smile looked at Arka while asking.

“Underneath there is a dateng. Said mamah his aunt so I was told to call aunty.”

Zahra. In the morning someone came to his house.

“Who? Aunt Tina?” Zahra asked curiously.

“Not aunty.” The arka bells are very plain.

“Dia boy.” Said later.

Zahra was becoming more curious. Zahra's heart rose from the chair.

“Let's see darling.” Invite him to Arka while extending a hand to hold the handsome boy.

“OK aunt.” Angguk Arka received Zahra's hand.

When he reached the bottom floor, Zahra kept asking questions about who came and claimed to be his friend.

Once in the guest room Zahra was very surprised to find Santoso who was chatting with Nadia. Zahra shook her head in disbelief as she was sitting on the sofa with Nadia across from her.

Various questions began to lodge in Zahra's mind about where Santoso knew his home address? Wanna what come? And why confess to me as his friend?

“Tante, how to stop?” The plain question of Arka made Zahra aware of the various questions that controlled his brain.

“Ah yes dear.. Come.”

Zahra again stepped with Arka who continued to hold her. Zahra really doesn't understand now. Santoso came in the morning and claimed to be his friend. While in reality Santoso is a former boss when Zahra worked first.

“Ah the Zahra.” Nadia smiles as soon as Zahra and Arka come closer to her.

Santoso also set his sights on Zahra and Arka. The man smilingly looked at Zahra who until now was still loved in silence.

“Pak.” Sapa Zahra nodded slowly while smiling slightly.

“Hay Zahra..” Santoso's big smile is so familiar with Zahra.

Zahra actually felt very uncomfortable. But Zahra also could not be light to reject the existence of Santoso in front of Nadia.

“Kok sir?” Nadia asked confusedly.

Santoso laughed softly.

“So we used to work in the same place.. And I as a superior of Zahra.”

“Oohh.. So. Yes, I stayed then.. Zahra sister back first want to continue making cakes.. Come Ark.”

“Come mah..”

Nadia got up from her seat and invited Arka to come with her. Zahra wanted to hold back but did not want to make Nadia suspicious and misunderstood.

After Nadia and Arka passed, a silent atmosphere immediately enveloped. Zahra felt very uncomfortable sitting opposite Santoso who kept smiling looking at him.

“So your husband is in America huh?” Tanya Santoso began to open the conversation breaking the silence between herself and Zahra.

“Ya pack.” Zahra replied slowly.

“Great for your husband.. Now his name is famous since becoming a director in his company working.”

Zahra was silent. Zahra was confused as to what to say. Santoso arrives and confesses as his friend to Nadia. Santoso did not even explicitly say he was Zahra's former boss.

“You are really very lucky Zahra for having such a husband.” Further again.

Zahra just smiled faintly. I don't know what the arrival of Santoso meant.

Santoso continued to invite Zahra to chat. The man even tried to act like a friend to Zahra.

“Sorry sir in advance. Actually what is the purpose and purpose of the father came here and confessed to my brother that the father is my friend?”

Santoso smiled at the question.

“Yes if I claim to be your ex-boss it sounds to me I am very proud of Zahra. And after we don't cooperate anymore I think the proper designation is we're friends.”

Zahra sighed. If Sinta finds out about it, it will definitely create new problems. Sinta might as well accuse him of not not being.

“Pak.. I already have a husband. My husband is not at home right now. I think it would be very bad if you arrived and claimed to be my friend.. That would be a slander sir.”

Santoso nodded his head slowly. Santoso understood what Zahra said.

“Well then I apologize Zahra. But really, I just came here to stop by because there happens to be a job around here.”

Zahra. Zahra didn't want to know anything about it.