Romisa Life

29

In The Morning.

At Mass and the Arga family were at the dinner table enjoying breakfast.

"Romisa after breakfast follow me to Dad's room," said Arga who did breakfast this time not accompanied by Father Son.

"All right my husband."

Egi and Syila ate their breakfast without

put out a word.

A few moments later.

They had finished their breakfast, and now the couple was walking towards Father Son's room. While Egi and Syila somehow went to their respective schools.

The two walked through several doors as well as a hallway that was guarded tightly by the surrounding bodyguards. It made Misa's brows furrow in wonder and Arga who was beside her glanced at a thin smile.

"Father likes tranquility, and does not want to be disturbed" said calm Arga who seemed to understand the mind of the Mass.

Misa looked up doubtfully. "My husband..," he said choked.

Arga watched every face mimic that Misa took out so that Arga knew if Misa wanted to ask something.

"What's wrong? Ask if there's anything you want to ask." Arga said softly while gently rubbing the head of the Mass.

Again Misa was stunned down, shocked by Arga's unusual treatment that made her forget what to ask.

Why is he so gentle to me usually so fierce as a lion?

The footsteps of the two stopped right in front of the door that soared very high for the tiny Mass that made the beautiful girl have to look up to see it.

"Is this Dad's room?" ask Misa.

Arga nodded thinly without saying. Then suddenly the door opened wide which gave rise to 4 men in black suits welcoming the two.

"For Mr. Arga" they said in unison.

Arga only responded in silence and a cold facial expression.

Then the handsome man stepped towards the door that was the size of his height only exceeded a little. Arga opened the door with a fingerprint attached to the door lock panel, and opened the door.

"For Mr. Arga and Miss Romisa." Greet some servants bowing respectfully.

Which again was ignored by Arga. But not with Misa who curled her lips returned a smile with a nod of polite head.

In that room, there were 2 people in medical suits, with several servants, bodyguards standing around. From the top of the bed appeared a middle-aged man lying weakly with his eyes closed as if sound asleep quietly.

The Mass still does not move, in the doorway.

"Romisa, come in." Arga pulled the little girl's hand to come inside.

Misa just resigned according to following the footsteps of the man who grasped his fingers.

"How is he doing?" arga asked the two doctors who were standing close to the bed.

Then he lowered his head. "As I have already asked you, sir" said one of the doctors who seemed to be his age.

Arga gave the doctors eye requirements to step back, which they immediately understood. The two doctors, the servants as well as the guards who were in the room immediately all walked backwards out of the room leaving three people in the room.

Arga sat in a small chair beside the bed. "Dad." Sluggishly.

While Misa was the observer from earlier standing by her husband's side.

Father Son's eyes slowly opened which were slashed to the side, a smile flashed towards the two people nearby.

"Hows it? How's Dad feeling?" In a soft voice Arga asked.

"Father is fine Arga, do not worry too much," said Father Son raucous, then his two eyeballs glanced to the side of Arga where a petite girl stood.

"Romisa, come here son," reached out one hand toward the Mass.

The Mass without refusal stood beside the bed.

"Sit down, son" he said again Father Son patted the mattress on the side of the bed.

Misa according to sit on the side of the bed beside the lying body. "Dad, all right? Why don't we have breakfast today as usual?" ask Misa in a soft voice.

Nodding weakly with a calm smile. "Dad just lazy to get out of this soft mattress son." His lie.

Misa's gaze narrowed slightly in search. It seems like something is hidden, why is it that father's gaze is holding back sorrow? Is it because of the pain?

"Dad, do not hide something from people who love you very much, let alone it concerns yourself and health. You want your loved one to love your happy father and feel calm?" misa still spoke in a soft voice.

Father Son replied with a smile and a weak nod again.

"Although in this world sometimes there are not as appropriate as we want, but God's plan will also always be the best for us father. So Misa please continue to strive for the recovery of the father. Destiny has been determined by God, but why God told his servant to strive is also reliable if it is true that fate can not be changed. If you've given up on this fate, at least you should look around at the person who loves you very sincerely before the word surrender comes to your mind," the instantaneous speech of the long Mass made the eyes of the Father's Son glazed.

"It's not wrong that I want you as my son-in-law, your heart is also very beautiful. Son," said the Son, rubbing Misa's cheek gently.

"Dad, rest, forgive the Mass that cannot accompany the father longer, Misa still has the responsibility to teach, always take care of the health of the father," Misa rubbed the back of the Son's hand gently.

The Son's father nodded in agreement, after getting a nod from him. Misa stood again beside Arga.

Then Arga stood up from his seat. "Well Dad, it looks like we're going to work first, I'll take a break and think about what Arga said, Arga just wants what's best for me, Arga's waiting for that deal later that afternoon."

Father Son simply nodded and smiled towards the two.

The couple turned towards the exit.

"Father's Assalamualaikum" said the Mass, which was already at the doorstep, leaving the son alone in the room.

"Girlsalam Nak." Watching them leave until the door closes again.

Son Romisa, you have a very similar nature to my wife Airin. I'm not wrong to leave Arga to you, Romisa boy.

*****

Both men were on the porch.

"Well, are you going to school?" ask Arga.

"File my husband's taxi, be careful on the road" Misa said as she looked at the Tang secretary who had opened the passenger car door.

But Arga was still standing before Mass, staring for a moment. Then he turned to his car.

"Tang,." Arga's orders hinted with an eye on Tang before he actually got into the car.

After closing the car door again, Tang approached Misa who was still standing.

"Miss, get in the car" said Tang, who was at Mass.

"Eh," the smile on Misa's lips slowly faded, she stared in confusion. Which car does that mean?

"Master is waiting inside" said Tang, which left Misa even more confused.

Misa still silently looked at Tang then glanced at the car behind the strapping body of the man before her. Am I not wrong, the lion told me to get in his car?

"Please Miss, do not make you wait," said Tang, then turned to step towards the car to open the passenger door of the car in which there is already an elegant Arga sitting.

Misa still stared for a moment in doubt, but after getting a cold gaze from Tang she finally walked towards the open door. He stood in the doorway, glancing at the man sitting inside.

"Come on Miss, sir's time isn't too much. He will be late to the office," said Secretary Tang again.

Misa raised her feet and stepped inside and sat down on the chair next to Arga. There was a sense of awkwardness, nervousness in the attitude of Misa.

After Tang closed the passenger car door, he got in and sat in the steering wheel.

The car was slowly moving in the rumaj courtyard until it drove on the city streets at moderate speed.

Misa had frozen stiff in place, she could not afford to glance at the person beside her, her sitting position like a wooden doll with her back held firm, she said, face straight ahead and hands clasped in the lap.

Makes Arga who glances at a glance to review a smile. Is he a robot sitting like that, very funny.

While Secretary Tang chose to focus on driving staring at the streets, and occasionally he glanced at the windshield highlighting the two people in the back seat. Reviewed the small smile on Tang's lips as he saw the awkwardness of Misa.

There was no conversation in that car, everything was busy with each other's thoughts. Misa was still sitting in her original position while Arga was sitting with his leisure and face facing the window. There was a smile constantly on his lips every time he glanced at the reflection of Mass on the windowpanes.

The hand of the Mass in his lap was firmly grasping the fabric of his shirt. He still looks tense and stiff.

Hurry up, I can no longer sit close to the lion.

"Miss, it has arrived," said the Tang Secretary to spread the Mass daydream.

"Ah," jumped at Mass, he moved slowly and stiffly his head to look around the street outside the window.

Thank goodness this flat secretary understood what I wanted, she dropped me off on the sidewalk.

"My husband, thank you for the ride, and be careful on the road" Misa said.

His trembling hand grabbed the door handle then quickly opened the car door without waiting for the Tang Secretary to open it.

He got out of the car and...

Brakkk's.

Closing the car door with a little slamming. Misa without looking back she immediately walked hurriedly away.

Seeing the behavior of the Mass like that, immediately made Arga laugh softly.

"Look at Tang so funny."

Tang glanced at the windshield looking at Arga's face. Just this time I saw the master laughing again after the departure of the Madam, which made the master into a stiff and cold personality.

A curved smile on Tang's lips, while turning the steering wheel back to drive it forward joined another vehicle.

"Hey you smile for him," said Arga.

"No sir."

"Don't you smile for Romisa, only I can do it" he said sharply.

What if you know. Miss always smiles a lot when teaching how she will react, just imagining it makes me cringe.

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