Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

112. Meet Gara Again

My body is not too healthy, but last night I have taken drugs that I usually consume if sick. Fortunately it is not nausea vomiting anymore like yesterday, just a little dizziness that whack alone.

I force myself to take the motorcycle to RC, when the traffic hours as heavy as now is indeed more time on the road, lucky was gone from six in the morning, hunt down the time so that before eight I get there.

RC is a fairly large company, running in the field of technology. The largest textile factory in the city. From cotton to yarn and then to whole cloth. There also goes hand in hand with RC's garment factory as well. In short RC is a clothing manufacturing company from cotton to finished clothes.

The clothing brand with the RC logo is also quite famous, I heard that in addition to domestically, RC also exported the clothes abroad, Malaysia, Singapore, and also I heard that in European countries.

Companies with RC writing in front of the office look to stand majestically, from the outside alone it looks very good, I estimate inside there also certainly no less magnificent.

I approached the security guard post and said I came to apply for a job. The security guard told me to bring the bike inside, pointing to the parking lot next to his office.

Many motorcycles are neatly lined there, shaded because on it there is a canopy that protects the motor from sunburn later in the day.

"Wait a minute, Ma'am," said one of the guards there, while one of the other people reported the situation around using a walkie talkie.

I nodded and sat on the bench outside the office.

The clock still shows half eight o'clock less. The air feels a little hot along with the rising sun slowly. The wind from the fan in the security room sometimes came out of the window and hit my back. Pretty a little expel the taste of the heat that whack.

This head is a little dizzy actually, but I forced myself this, not wanting to let go of the opportunity that came. One or two people began to enter the gate, dressed in the same suit as me, white clothes and black subordinates, the envelope in hand signifying that they too would do the same.

Waiting for an hour, we're still out here. There were already about eight people waiting with me, all of them busy with their respective phones.

One security guard stood up and opened the gate, a silver-colored car coming inside.

"Please follow me" said one of the guards there. We simultaneously stood up and followed him walking into one of the rooms.

"Wait here, later the HRD will call one by one," said the security guard, the envelope containing the job application he brought into one of the rooms near there.

This office is very comfortable I feel, there is AC in the waiting room makes the body not sultry anymore.

Nine o'clock, one by one the names were mentioned, until it was my turn to enter the room and face a woman with a crazy body, he said, beautiful and very neat with hair rolled over the head. Large glasses decorate her face, matching the round face posture.

A few minutes I was asked about things, names, ages, jobs that I used to hold. Though all that I have written in the worksheet in his hand.

"Please write down the number you can call here, Ma'am." point it at my brown envelope, the tip of her index finger pointing at the top corner of the envelope.

"Let's wait about two or three days, if Mbak Ayu passes the same selection of superiors, I will call Mbak Ayu back," said the beautiful woman.

"Thank you," I said as I thrust the brown envelope back in front of him.

"May there be good news, yes," he said again kindly.

"Yes, Mom. Hope so. I hope many can join this company," I said again.

I quit this company almost at half-eleven in the afternoon. So difficult is getting a job that we do not necessarily get. Departing from six o'clock to go home almost sing just for the sake of an uncertain hope.

Before returning home, I stopped by at a restaurant, just to order a warm tea and buy a side dish for lunch with Mom. Thirst from morning I felt in the office earlier while holding back the dizziness in the head. It is delicious after getting warm tea.

"Don't eat!" The voice of someone behind me. The typical sound of a child whining.

"Garrlla will wait for papa!" he shouted again, enough to invite attention to make some people who were there look behind me.

"Garrla wants to eat wait for Papa!" he shouted loudly, beside him a young woman –not I know– was trying to thrust food in his hand on Gara.

"Wouldn't! Dak wants!" He screamed again.

"Okay, Mas Gara. He said he was going to eat here. Let's eat first, maybe Papa is also on the road. Kan was Papa said that Mas Gara ate first," said the young woman again. The treatment was very gentle, but Gara did not receive treatment from the woman in the blue uniform.

"Why?" Call me as I approach.

"Aante!!" yelling Excitedly, He stretched out his hands, immediately I bent down to hug the tiny body. The young girl looked at me suspiciously.

"What are you doing here?" I sat in front of Gara. "Mother's new? Where's Nira?" I asked him, the suspicious face had now calmed down, but looked still cautious.

"Mbak Nira takes care of Oma, is sick" he said.

"Garrlla wants to be bribed Auntie!" exclaiming the boy cut off his new nanny's greeting.

I hinted the new nanny to hand over the plate in her hand. Slowly he moved the plate.

"Belg ...." Gara's mouth opened wide as one large mouthful of rice with grilled fish was fixed to his mouth.

"Don't kid!" yell again. I smiled at the happy Gara.

"Not just the two of you?" my many.

"Yes, Mother. But this is waiting for Mr. Arga. He said he told me to come here first, Mr. Arga will follow," he said.

"Papa lied! He said he wanted to eat with Garrlla, but he hasn't come yet!" the boy protested indifferently, his mouth full until his words were not too clearly heard.

"Maybe Papa Gara is busy."

"But Auntie, Papa promised!" said again.

"How to already have Mbak, Kan Mbak who keep Gara here. If Papa is working. Cause you can't bother, yeah."

"If Auntie and Garrlla keep going, Garrlla won't bother Papa! Garrlla want bobo same aunt, want to eat with Aunt, school also Aunty who interrll!" it was a plain face.

Uh.

"Yes" I said to make him happy.

"Benerrll, aye. Aunty wants to stay with Garrlla? So Mama Garrlla?" he said with a hopeful look. I just smiled at him a little. The taste in my chest became racing quickly hearing him talk like that.

Why do I write with a child? While the person being talked about there is no special treatment towards me.

The boy did not speak anymore, busy chewing food with his mouth full.

I asked about Oma to Gara's nanny. Oma's disease relapses again until Nira can not keep Gara, now he is the one who takes care of Gara for the future.

"Sorry, Papa's late!" The voice of a man made us look.