Starting From Grey

New Beginning (hope)

The past, let it be the past. Don't you tell me. (Kru Kepo)

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There are many things that may have happened, even without us knowing it. This is what is called the destiny of life, cannot be forced and also cannot be left without an effort.

The man in neat clothes stood in front of the elevator pensively, he felt no stranger to the gestures of an employee standing behind him. The girl wears a sky blue robe with a wide headscarf and a blezer wrapped in color in line with her hijab. The girl seemed to wake up in her simple style.

"Sir Abi, the elevator is closing." Said the man standing beside Abi to remind his superior.

"Yes thank you." Abi gets into the elevator followed by his assistant. Abi works at home more often, so he needs an assistant as his replacement in the office.

"Who was the sky blue employee?" abi asked astonished his assistant.

"He's a marketing manager who just transferred Mr. Rama from the headquarters."

"What's his name?" abi asked so curiously, because he was waiting to get to know the figure. But his assistant had not answered the elevator doors and required their conversation to be interrupted.

Abi entered his room without regard to his secretary. Yes, he has a secretary. Two in fact, he was only an architect yet he was equipped with indulgent facilities. All of this is because of the figure of Arrama Setiawan, a property businessman who is quite famous. And he was Abi's stepfather. His father forbade Abi to work alone for fear that it would be an excuse not to join the family.

"Sorry Mr. Abi, this is the data you asked for." Said his secretary calmly, though in his heart was beating with a firmness.

"Madina, please step down today's meeting. And no one bothers you until you're done with lunch." Abi said firmly, making Madina who was about to comment undo it. And Madina permission to resign, in her heart she thought why Abi turned into an unrecognizable figure and felt she did not recognize him.

Is the professional like this?

But in working hours he is also still acting indifferent and does not recognize him.

"Sorry, are you there any Architects?" ask a girl with blue.

"Sorry, he is not willing to be disturbed until lunch is over" Madina replied without regard to the person being spoken to. He was already quite upset with his boss' attitude this morning.

"Yes, I entrusted this file to be deposited with Mr. Rama to be examined. Excuse me," said the girl even though in her heart she also felt arrogant because she was ignored. And without a second thought the girl immediately left the place and entered the narrow room that would deliver her to the ground floor. Because the girl intends to go home.

"Madina, is there a file I need to sign?" abi asked when he was in front of the secretary table.

"This sir there is a deposit for Mr. Rama," Madina gave two different color maps.

"It's from marketing, who's delivering?" abi asked to convince him of something. He was sure that if the figure he saw earlier was true as he expected then this girl in front of him would have known it as well.

"Lacking to know sir, that's obviously a woman." Madina answered confusedly because she had ignored him without seeing his face. And he was astonished when he saw the look of a disappointed face clearly printed in Abi's aura.

"Yes, put it in my room." Abi walked towards the elevator regardless of Madina's astonished face.

"So that's a pretty girl like an angel, Mad." Vino said, the first secretary who also helped Abi work. Abi does provide two sekertaris with different sexes. Its function is to channel the file and only men enter the room but Madina does not understand that she still often in and out of the room.

"Oh yeah?" ask Madina reassuringly.

"You know him Vin?" asked Abi flatly.

"Oh yes sir, he's the transfer manager from the center. He was transferred to the lower office so that he could still work in our office. I was told by Mr. Rama that he was planning to resign on the grounds that he had moved his husband and happened to move to this city so he was mutated into this office."

"What's his name?" asked Abi again, making Vino and Madina astonished by Abi's suddenly increased curiosity level. Though Abi who became his superior is a flat figure.

"His name is Syarifa Handayani" Vino replied, making Abi exhale marked that he seemed relieved to invite suspicion deeper.

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Syarifa Mutia, the dimple owner girl smiled when she saw the building in front of her. He was happy to see his new workplace, he felt comfortable even though he had just set foot.

"Mrs Syarifa?" ask a person in a blue batik uniform and bearing the name of Arriana Wijaya.

"Yes, I am Syarifa," Mutia said as she shook her hand as well as Riana, she also mentioned her name.

"Let me drop off to the Council room," Riana politely asked, and was followed by Mutia.

With her graceful smile, the girl greeted the other teacher councils, with a carefree and innate attitude making Mutia easily familiar with the others, either her age or older.

"Look, Miss Mutia, we'll put mom into maths for a beginner's class, which is first, second and third grade. And for all the technicalities can be asked to Miss Endang as a third grade teacher. Later you as the homeroom teacher, in third grade" Mutia smiled kindly.

After a discussion about the rules as well as everything about her duties, Mutia stepped out of the board room accompanied by Riana who would become her teaching partner. In this school there are indeed two teachers in the classroom, but only for basic learning such as mathematics.

They go around like a gaude tour with their visitors. Get to know the ins and outs of his new school.

"How long have you been working here, Miss Riana?" mutia asked as she observed several corners of the room.

After finishing her acquaintance activities, Mutia permission to resign first. Because he's going to start work next week exactly five days from today.

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Mutia entered her home with a carefree heart, she smiled happily as if there had never been a single bit of harm to her.

Home, he used to be reluctant to call it home, but now home is something in itself for him and the second part that he misses every day.

"Assalamualaikum" greeted the girl as she entered the same house she had once occupied.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the two voices of the little boy, he smiled there was happiness when he heard it.

He rushed into the house and found two adorable five-year-olds.

"Zahra, Fahri," called Mutia to make the two children who seemed to have just been fighting over the cars turn their heads and leave the toys just like that and run while hugging Mutia's legs.

"Sister" call them both.

"I was," said Zahra with sewot.

"I'm the first one" Fahri didn't want to lose.

"What's this?" asked a middle-aged man who came carrying two glasses of milk of different colors.

"I want Mommy" said Zahra immediately running, while Fahri still hugged Mutia's legs and looked at her twin sister with a sad face.

Mutia squatted down until her body was level with that of her half-sister.

"What's wrong?" tanya Mutia sampil stroked her sister's hair.

Fahri smiled, then shook his head funny. Mutia chuckled and then took the sister to sit down.

"This is a drink, brother." The mother of the twins gave a glass of milk to Mutia, then carried Zahra inside to take a nap.

"Fahri hasn't slept yet, sister, please get some sleep" the mother told Mutia. Yes, the mother of the twins is Mutia's new mother, she is her father's wife. She is the same woman Mutia met out of her house when she was in High School.

"Yes Ma," Mutia said as she handed Fahri a glass of milk chocolate that just bent Mutia's arm.

Fahri is Mutia's sister, but the behavior of both like a child and his mother. I don't know, their blood ties seem to be thicker. Once for a month Fahri left his mother but he used to live with Mutia, different from Zahra. A second left by his mother alone has made the world uproar.

"Drink deck, read basmala first." Fahri followed Mutia's words.

"Remember" said Mutia.

"Isrobumastna wa stulasah, drink two or three sips, said Mutia and Fahri said simultaneously.

After Mutia's milk ran out, picked up her glass and carried Fahri into her room, not forgetting to put the glass on the kitchen table as she stepped into the room.

"Wash your hands on the bottom faucet, yeah." Mutia lowered Fahri at the door. While Mutia put her bag on the cupboard, then took off her shoes and socks yamg did not forget she put it behind the door.

After that she replaced her wide headscarf with the small headscarf she used to wear at home. Afterwards followed the sister who turned out to be cool playing water.

"Sir, enter the bathroom where did you first go?" mutia asked who was at the door, as if she was about to step on her right and left foot seductively.

"Left, brother," said Fahri.

Mutia said a loud prayer, then entered the bathroom with her left foot first.

"Ih, adek Kak Mutia is smart." Fahri smiled and approached the older brother by letting his crew stay lit.

"The water of the Deck," cried out loud but in a soft voice. Then with a splash Fahri immediately turned off the water faucet.

"Have you?" ask Mutia. Fahri nodded and walked out of the bathroom with his right foot.

Mutia washed her face and legs, then followed the younger sister who had taken off her clothes and was lying on her bed.

Mutia just shook her head, then glanced at her dirty laundry basket and found the clothes that her sister was wearing had perched there.

"Prayer first, Deck." Fahri no longer replied, and it turns out that his sister was asleep in the brain of his subconscious mind.

Mutia covered the sister with a thin blanket, then she opened the cupboard and picked up the clothes. He stepped into the bathroom and changed his clothes and prepared to pray dzuhur.

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