Picking Up the Past

Watches

That day the cloudy weather greeted the capital, Mila accompanied by Vanessa was in the hospital to check her womb. While Arya can not accompany his wife because her work is quite piled up. Some new investors trust 3A Friends for their projects. The success of winning at the big company from London, Bian corp, made the name of the company soar in the eyes of the owners of capital. As a project to change into company 3A Friend.

After the hospital check-up, Mila and Vanessa took the time to drive around the shopping mall, buying some items as gifts for their uncles and aunts who were going back to the village that afternoon. Not lingering there, around 20 minutes on the 1st and 2nd floors, they have bought some shirts and batik for Susanto sir, as well as a robe for Annisa ma'am. Mila also bought a new shirt, tie and suit for her husband.

On her way home Mila saw a fairly large and luxurious watch shop, she remembered in the hands of her husband there was no clock at all, “kak, she said, we can stop at the watch store that” show Mila at the clock shop on the left side of their road.

“by deck, you bought Arya jam?”

“I see he never wears a clock at all kak” muttered Mila quietly.

Vanessa smiled, she was well aware of that. Since he knew Arya when he married Mila, the daily life of the man tends to be casual, not much style, with plain shirt and his favorite cotton pants. Only occasionally can Arya be seen wearing mountain pants that slightly add value to her appearance. What's more, when his hair is a little long, his look really does not describe his income that can afford to buy a nice apartment and a luxury car in one day.

"she really doesn't know how to decorate herself" Vanessa murmured.

"sister insulted my husband?" rutu Mila for a moment.

Vanessa smiled, "what you're talking about isn't it?"

Mila went inside the clock shop and looked around at some kind of clock in the glass cabinet. The visitors of the watch shop were not too crowded, just a matter of fingers. A shopkeeper came over to Mila and Vanessa who were looking at some models of the clock there.

“excuse me mbak?, there is something we can help”

“ehh, yes mas, this I want to find a clock for my husband” said Mila slowly.

“whose husband used to wear what kind of clock?” ask the waiter.

Mila took a deep breath, she still noticed a few watches there, “she never wears a gold watch, so I boughtin” Mila replied politely.

While Vanessa hears it by still looking at the hours there. He tries to judge what kind of clock is suitable for Arya.

“Indeed what kind of husband mbak men?, maybe later I can help findin” bargain the male waiter to Mila.

“people are simple Mas, his clothes are usually casual like that, the same shirt with cotton pants, but if he works he usually wears jas” explained Vanessa.

The waiter thought for a moment, he then saw several models of watches there, “if this one how mbak, this one can also” he said offering a clock with expensive value there.

Vanessa and Mila look at the watch, and imagine Arya wearing it. “no mas, look old if my husband wears it” muttered Mila.

“indeed her husband mbak kayak skin how?” ask the man again.

“emang men wear that watch depends on skin color too huh?” ask Vanessa.

The waiter took a rough breath, “actually more to the taste of each person mbak” said the waiter. “but because the husband never wear a clock, it means he does not like to wear a clock, so we choose according to the physical course mbak, if dark skin people are better to wear a golden color watch than white or silver, if the white is free anyway mbak, any color is suitable, and so on, if her husband is skinny, white or silver color does not match, but if fat, good is the color black”

Mila for a moment thought, he took the initiative to pull out his phone, he then showed a photo of Arya who was enjoying the waterfall with him. The photo became his phone wallpaper.

“this is my husband mas” said Mila, “according to mas what kind of watch is suitable for him?”

The service paid close attention to Arya's photos, and she laughed after remembering that the man's photo on Mila's phone flooded social media and news apps on her phone yesterday.

“sure her husband mbak?” said the waiter was half-literate, the appearance of Mila and Vanessa did not show Adinata's elite class family at all.

“that Adinata group owner right?” said again.

“no, she's my husband” Mila replied firmly.

Vanessa smiled, Mila's attitude felt quite right. If they say yes, they could be offered hundreds of millions of watches. They can spend both of their money just for a watch.

“time anyway mbak, it was on tv yesterday lo” murmured again saw Arya's photo on Mila's phone. But Mila quickly closed the phone.

“not mas, please just find a watch that is suitable for my husband, have already seen the photo kan” said Mila slowly. He was eager to say taut to the waiter, but he also had to keep his attitude wearing all-covering clothes.

“wait a minute ya mbak” said the waiter, he then issued several types of watches that he felt suitable for Arya. He put it on a table not far from Mila and Vanessa.

“try to see this one first mbak” said the waiter called Mila and Vanessa.

Mila and Vanessa then approached, he saw several types of watches that were on the table. “ini nice mas” muttered Mila raised a golden-colored watch.

“ini from Germany mbak, quality guaranteed, Ori” goods said the waiter briefly.

“what's mas?” ask Vanessa.

“ini standard grade mbak, 25 millions, there is same certificate guarantee” said the waiter lightly.

Mila and Vanessa simultaneously swallow saliva, “which is cheap only no mas?” ask Mila slowly.

“if the owner of the company fits this one mbak” said the waiter thrust a silver watch with a granite background in the watch. “ini Only one in this store, but the watch is not, maybe also in this country” said the waiter.

“what's mas?” asked Mila who was also interested in seeing the clock, she had imagined Arya wearing it.

“150 millions mbak” said the waiter who made Mila and Vanessa gawk.

“the more fashionable also there mbak, it there” point the waiter towards a watch that is stored in a special glass frame.

“that's more expensive huh mas?” ask Vanessa.

“it also ori mbak,” the waiter then looked towards Vanessa “his exclusive goods were directly sent to us from his home country, people who have in this country only a matter of fingers, the price is 500 millions, the price is, well next to it is a famous brand mbak, platinum quality about 800 millions of prices” explained the waiter.

“very expensive mas” muttered Vanessa.

Mila shook her head, “looks like we're rich huh mas?” said Mila who was getting upset with the waiter.

His salary as a teacher alone would not be able to afford a clock at such a price. What else at that time he only relied on the rest of his savings first to buy hours.

The waiter took a rough breath, “photo husband mbak was the owner of a large company, yes his watch of this class was mbak” said the waiter casually.

“dia is not the owner of a mas company, just an ordinary architect” explained Mila slowly.

“watches below 1 million are not mas, if there are under 500 thousands are also good mas" said Mila slowly.

“Yes already mbak, if nyari cheap watches just look at the online store, here ori goods all mbak, no one costs that much, if mbak want to be able to find in the market, but, or other watch stores, do not store the clock that class like us gini” said the waiter with annoyance.

Mila took a deep breath, ‘aduuhh, why do you feel like a poor person if here?’ his inner.

“sorry mas, do not underestimate people yes mas” said Vanessa firmly.

The waiter took a deep breath, he then stood up, "wait a moment ya mbak, I find another item” he then walked to the back and a few moments later brought back a few more hours.

“ini which is under one million mbak” said the waiter who returned to sit in his chair earlier, "we did not display, because it is not ori, we egeluarinnya if anyone asked, to keep the image of our store. If people see the goods kw kayak gini, immediately fell the prestige of our store mbak” explained the waiter.

Mila eyes sparkle looking at cheap hours with a look that is no less good, he then pulled one of the clock boxes there. “ini how much mas?”

“300 thousand mbak,” said the waiter, he then thrust an hour ahead Mila, “ini 900 mbak, quite ok, although not Ori” explained the waiter.

“if ori goods are priced this way too, the average local production, but we do not sell it” continued the watch store waiter.

Mila looked at Vanessa weakly, “if Arya makai cheap goods or kw, later she was even mocked by her business partner kak, what else from now on she will meet a lot of big people”

Vanessa took a deep breath, what Mila said was true. But they also have no more money, what else Vanessa since leaving the house did not get remittances from her husband again.

“so mbak right his wife Mr Arya the owner of Adinata group who appeared on tv yesterday?” the waiter looked closely at Mila's eyes. “Mr Arya really so the talk of many people lo mbak”

Mila was stunned, earlier in the hospital and in the mall also many people who talked about Arya and Adinata group. The conspiracy theories about Gibran and Naina's death returned to the conversation after a press conference yesterday.

“if for the class of the good Aryan master that mbak, production is limited every year, limited edition, so the price is very high, yes luxurious and exclusive, so, elegant also” point the waiter to one of the watches which is also stored in a special glass frame. It is located at the top position “1.2 M, suitable for people in the class of Mr. Arya”

Mila lowered her head weakly, ’1,2M that I wonder how many years new can buy it’ inner Mila.

"when the wife of the owner of a company as big as Adinata group can not afford it mbak, 1 M is what it means for you, maybe the same as 100 money for people like us" said the waiter tried to persuade Mila to buy.

"the time of Mr. Arya makai watches 3 hundred thousand mbak, not level" he continued to heat up the prospective buyers.

Mila bowed lethargic, she did not want to respond to him. The rest of Arya's life is still saved by Mila, the amount is also quite a lot, but it has not been up to buy a clock that costs 70 million, what else 900 million to billions. ‘itukan a living from Arya, Arya, anyway I save it also in case for the birth later, the same for our plan to Paris’ thought Mila for a moment.

Mila and Vanessa finally came home empty-handed. They can only stare at the lethargic path they went through, “1.2 M miles, you find the money where?” muttered Vanessa slowly.

“ntah brother, I thought just buy cheap hours, yes the most expensive 2 million lah” said Mila “but after I thought, Arya can not use cheap hours, it is not possible to use cheap hours, what else kw, the time of the owner of Adinata group makai jam kw, which I even make him embarrassed later in front of his business partner”

“ya already, it's okay Mil, earlier you also have bought a shirt, suit, same tie for him, that's all he must have been happy” said Vanessa calming her sister-in-law.

“hard also yes brother so his wife businessman, prestige should also be guarded” muttered Mila with sadness.

Meanwhile, at the hospital where Mr. Sarman is being treated. Mr. Sarman's bedroom door suddenly opened without anyone knocking on it. Mr. Sarman and Ms. Saniah were immediately shocked to see an uninvited guest enter the room.

“kamu” said Mr. Sarman stared intently at his guest.

the door of the room that opened was immediately closed by 2 bodyguards Adinata group who entered the room Mr. Sarman accompanied Aliando.

“ it feels good to see you again pak” said Aliando casually.

“what do you want from me? why are you suddenly here?” said Mr. Sarman coldly.

“i'm looking for an answer” said Aliando, “you supported me during yesterday's meeting, but all this time you hid Gibran's son in your house, and married him to your granddaughter, what are you planning to do exactly?” aliando continued sharply.

“i don't know anything," Mr. Sarman took a rough breath, "not me who came to the meeting, I married Arya to my granddaughter while she still kept her identity, he said, at that time I also did not know that he was Gibran's son,

"you should find out for yourself who the board of directors betrayed you, including the shareholders and the board of commissioners” replied Mr. Sarman cynically.

Aliando smiled faintly, “because he's your grandson's husband, it certainly won't be difficult for you to get rid of him isn't it?” aliando said flatly.

The eyes of Saniah bu and Sarman sir are round, anger seems to burn their crown. “it is better you get rid of it, if I intervene, if I intervene, your granddaughter will be a victim” continued Aliando without burden.

Mr. Sarman took a rough breath, “you killed Gibran, I had guessed all that, you are not a human, but a demon” said Mr. Sarman full of anger.

Aliando laughed faintly, “should have been Gibran's son also dead that night, but somehow my people didn't find him”

Aliando stared intently at Mr. Sarman, “how dare you to interfere with my power, I will kill everyone who interferes with my path, that child I will finish off, I will kill, you'd better leave it to me than your granddaughter's gonna be a victim"

"human curse you Aliando, people like you deserve hell" said Saniah bu full of emotion.

Aliando just smiled cynically hearing that, "the choice is in your hands, you already know how I achieved my goal, killing Arya and your granddaughter is not difficult for me"

"just think of this as the beginning of our friendship, and Arya is your dowry for us to be on good terms going forward"

Aliando then immediately went to leave the room of Mr. Sarman, he already knew that the family of Rakarsa was not on his side, but on the side of his enemy.

'next Doctor, I must get rid of them one by one' Aliando's inner self.