
Feeling confident in what he saw, the middle-aged woman who turned out to be the mother of Arika also approached. He watched carefully and greeted Prawira.
In front of him Prawira was laughing with a woman even sitting them so close.
"Prawira," the greeting from Anggi suddenly made the two lovebirds in front of him immediately stopped looking at each other.
Yeni did not move from the clinging action while Prawira pushed her hand and stood up. His face looked very nervous, but he kept on resting quietly. Trying to cover up his fear. Hopefully everything will be handled well by the middle-aged woman in front of him at this time.
"Mother." Prawira approached and kissed the back of the hand of the in-laws.
Seeing that, of course, Anggi did not immediately change the look of his face. He noticed the figure of the woman who was with his daughter-in-law. Seemed so disrespectful, he didn't even greet her at all. And Prawira who saw the gaze of the in-laws on Yeni hurried to make a sound.
"Second, she's my secretary, ma'am. Yeni this is my in-law greeting him." said Prawira looking at Yeni with a stern look. It's so different from what it was. Until Yeni obeyed the orders of the master. He stood up from his seat and greeted respectfully.
"Good day, Madam. I am Mr. Prawira's secretary, Yeni." he cupped his hands and lowered his head.
The greeting he gave did not get a reply at all, because Anggi's premonition was not good at this time. Long he watched the two without saying anything, until the inertia was forced to end when Anggi got a call from his friends.
"Mrs Algam," the call made Anggi's head look back. It turned out that his friends had gathered at the restaurant.
"Mother go first." she said coldly looking at the daughter-in-law.
Throughout the step several times Anggi turned back to watch the movement of the daughter-in-law who was not like that anymore. Until he arrived at the seat adjacent to his friends. Anggi's thoughts still remain on the son-in-law. Where he saw Prawira had gone from there with the woman earlier.
"What is the close relationship like? But why don't I see that woman at their wedding?" muttered Anggi felt awkward because Yeni was indeed not the old secretary for the son-in-law.
The hunch that increasingly obstructed make Anggi choose to immediately take the time to call the child. He headed in a slightly quiet direction in order to hear the voice of the child.
"Hello, Mom." The greeting of a weak voice sounded from across the phone when the phone was picked up by Arika.
Hearing that voice Anggi frowned. "Arika, what's wrong with you? Your voice is so weak? Are you sick again?" ask her with a worried tone.
Intentions out of the house today to calm the mind just Anggi get a lot of mind. Can't bear to hear the mother's anxiety, Arika to shed her tears. This time he felt like he was in a strange life.
"Arika, what's wrong? Tell me." peeka Anggi returned after not getting an answer from the child.
"Arika at the hospital, Mom." Arika's reply suddenly made both Anggi's eyes widen.
Arika also said that she was taken by her friend to the hospital after teaching and is still being treated because her body was still hot.
Without saying anything more, Anggi rushed to turn off the phone connection intending to pursue the son-in-law but the car driven by Prawira had already moved away from the place. Without thinking again Anggi headed to the hospital. As a mother, the most important thing is the child.
***
Instead of obeying Arika's orders, Cloud smiled and sat her body on the corner sofa of the room.
"Take this as you have to return the favor to teach me a lot, Arika" she replied, leaving Arika speechless.
Fifteen minutes later the door finally opened, where Arika and Awan saw a female figure who was none other than Anggi. The woman ran over to Arika and held her hands and forehead.
"Dear, what's wrong with you? What other sauce? Or what thoughts make you like this?" tanyanya who can guess the disease of her son.
Arika's body which since childhood is so easily affected by the disease makes her ask like that.
"Does your husband know this?" tanyanya again remembered Prawira had seemed happy outside with the woman who was admitted as her secretary.
Arika's plan shook her head. "Prawira it's hard for me to call, Mom. Maybe he's in a lot of work or meetings with his clients."
Intentions come to the child wants to complain about the results of his vision. Seeing Arika who was sick, Anggi chose silence. He does not want to make the child more anxious and get sick worse. Now only the attention he could give to Arika.
"Mom, know this Cloud. Arika's friend college. He who was nolong Arika earlier." he said to introduce the man who had been standing nearby.
Friendly Anggi smile. "Wan, Auntie." warmed up.
"Pig,"
The two shook hands with each other and Anggi noticed the very handsome face of Awan and a smile that was not stiff at all.
"Your other friends must also be handsome-looking, Arika. This is only a limited edition." said Anggi who was answered by the rarity of Arika and Awan.
***
"Yeni, I have to get out. Would you please handle everything?" Here Prawira has rushed away after taking Yeni to the office again.
Hearing that of course Yeni felt curious. "Where are you going?" tanyanya chased Prawira who was about to open the door of her study.
"I have an invitation from my friends" he said, who did not care about the look of Yeni's annoyed face.
Yeni who felt unable to dwell in working hours could only obediently wait in the office. Though his intention was to bring Prawira back knitting love in a hotel room. Unfortunately the man actually changed his mind after seeing his cellphone, I don't know what he saw.
"Why didn't that woman just die anyway?" annoyed Yeni who thinks that the mastermind is Arika.
However, his guess was wrong. Because Prawira has just arrived at the airport with her sunglasses to welcome the arrival of a woman who has hugged her so tightly. The perfect appearance. White and smooth body, height and appearance with black jumptsuit brucat and long curly hair makes Prawira eyes pampered.
"Wir, I'm so upset" he said spoiled writhing on the man's burly body.