SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

EVIDENCES

"I wish my relationship with Syafira was like a game on a smart phone, when I lose. I'll start again from the beginning and I don't want to make the same mistake. Until I came out as the winner. It's not that easy.

But not in real life, my game has been declared a loss and I can not start again from the beginning. All that can be done is to repair a trust that has been damaged by a betrayal that even I don't want"

Amirs.

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“sri, monthly report done? I asked the woman who was sitting on my left chair.

“already ma'am, I send the file what you want to print”anyanya back

“both of them so it's good to torture him” I replied while struggling with the computer in front of me. Checking multiple sales and stock items.

this is nothing new to me. My job was not much different than this either. Around the money reports in and out, matching with the physical.

“ rest first ma'am, this is already in lunchtime” he said.

Oh, I just realized. I looked at the clock in the hand, pointing at the number 12. Putting out the paper on my desk.

This room is equipped with AC. The sofa extends for me and sri rest. There is a gap between the sofa and the file cabinet, I made a mini mushola for prayer.

One thing I haven't told you about sri, this woman is so master of computer applications when only village girls graduate high school.

When I asked, he studied slowly because he wanted to be a scholar, he replied at the time.

This self-service business has been running for almost two months. From day one there is always an increase in sales.

This does not escape their hard work.My employees distribute brochures to homes and offices close to the location. Even on the road that the vehicle passed right in front of this supermarket.

“assalamualaikum..” heard a knock on the door of my workroom a man's voice, just after I said hello to prayer. With the face still installed I open the door. Sri went out to find lunch.

“waalaikum greetings.”I answer greetings while opening the door. Ah, husband. It's the umpteenth time he's visited me at lunchtime.

“lunch outside yuk. Mas something to say” he said enthusiastically. Seen from the twinkle of his bright eyes was a picture of happiness that I did not know myself

“but sri already bought, redundant if left” answered me. Honestly I'm more comfortable eating with sri than with my own husband. we can chat interspersed with laughter that sometimes we ourselves do not know where the funny place. Strange is not it, that's a woman if you've met a click.

“let other children eat, if you need to call him, ask to buy lunch for others.” He replied, What happened to my husband, not usually.

This is where I now stand in a two-story office building, with a predominance of old ash paint. Combined with white. With a little touch of red in some parts.

I know this is my husband's office construction company, which he built with tremendous sacrifice. His struggle was fruitful.

“Log in yuk, I introduce my employees.” He said while holding my hand in a friendly manner.

“happy birthday mother syafira” in unison the voice of my husband's employees lined up in front of the company entrance. Oh God, I forgot my birthday.

Someone's holding a cake, fresh flowers. There are flowers of red money arranged very beautifully. I shut up I can't believe it. Touched up? No. gabe. Be happy? yes, I appreciate the effort in such a way as to give me a surprise.

“thank you" I held her hand. Hugged his arm. He rubbed my head. Fortunately today my appearance was not messy. So it's not shame to meet them here.

Ivory yellow tops combined white fabric pants with matching color hijab I wear today. The 5 centi heels complemented my appearance.

“happy birthday mother shafira wish long life and happy. I envy the ever harmonious family of my mother. Mr. Amir was a good husband.he was really a loyal man. Just look at the employees here all men” said the oldest man among them.oiya, I just realized.

Not a single female employee was seen here, so persistent was my husband's effort to prove his sincerity.

That's what people judge about my household, whether I'm willing to ruin it just because of ego. Of course not, let this faded feeling I keep to myself.

“there is another surprise surprise for you, let's go in” my husband said

He took my hand to a room that was quite spacious, there was a sofa table and chairs neatly arranged there. A computer was on the table.

“Rania doing here mas” my lot, really I was surprised. She should still be at Kirana's house.

“she wanted to join mewelamutmu give surprise. But she fell asleep, it was such a pity that my daughter was exhausted” she explained, my husband sitting right behind me, embracing my shoulders from behind and kissing my head gently.

I closed my eyes, trying to convince my heart that my husband had changed. But why does it feel so hard, the shadow of him doing the same thing with other women dancing in my mind. Could it be that I was traumatized, could my heart go back to what it used to be, accepting it whole without looking at its past.

No beatings of happiness, my thoughts are always bad about my husband. Will he not repeat it again, or else he will make the same mistake when my heart is comfortable. Lord,, please convince me that the mistake will not be repeated.

There was a knock on the door, the middle-aged man who had greeted me gave me a surprise, entering after my husband opened the door.

Now sitting face to face at my husband's desk, I don't hear what they're talking about, my focus is on Rania. I stroked her cheek gently. I kissed her forehead repeatedly. He was not disturbed by my treatment.

“try to see this dear” my husband's voice while approaching me. Sitting on his couch slightly bent over putting a file in his hand on the desk.

“what is this?” ask me curious

“so I live sign here”ansi man earlier

I was still confused when I looked at my husband, he looked at me with the same smile as before. Why does he look so happy.

“sayang, this company I gave to you and Rania, so the owner is you. I'm just the manager here and mr. Faisal is a notary who has helped me take care of everything” his explanation makes me not believe. I looked at his face with a confused look.

“from the beginning of our marriage, I have never taken you on a honeymoon, until I have Rania I have also never given you a gift. I promised that someday the business I started was successful. Wanted to give you a gift. Consider this a gift I kept for you during our seven-year marriage” she said that while keeping me inside. I saw honesty in his eyes. I don't feel my tears dripping.

I was moved, I knew how my husband built this business from scratch. You have to divide your time between office work and business. Looking for investors, fooled, failed everything he had experienced. Why did he give it to me so easily.

“but mas, this is too much I do not know about construction” replied me

“you are only the owner. I'm manager. Many who help you here do not need to worry ya” he assured me

“ini is too much. What if suddenly I go to bring all this, you become a bully in the streets of mas” I replied, trying to reject the gift that is not acceptable with reason.

“don't talk so you're not going anywhere. We will stay together raising Rania until old”, she replied, holding my hand. I see Mr. faisal just bowed. I don't know if he's feeling uncomfortable with my husband's behavior

“ibu sign here, after this this company belongs to ibu” said the white-haired man.

“can I think about it first” I asked pak faisal

“isn't this good, the way a husband shows love to his wife” he replied again.

He was someone else, not going to understand what I had been through, about the pain I had experienced, about the adoration I could not forget. I feel like this is just an attempt to restore my trust. After his efforts succeeded, would he remain like this. Or coming back will hurt me.

“bapak can come out first, later when I finish calling again” my husband said, making me confused. Faisal walked away after nodding his head.

Why is it so insistent that Rania's father gave this to me. He can manage it himself.as simple as that why he made it difficult.without involving me everything has gone well, right?

“Do you still not believe in the same mas?” tanyanya, after Faisal sir came out

“this is not a matter of believe it or not, this is too much” I replied convincingly

“i feel, if you have not fully accepted me, this is not suddenly the case. From the beginning I founded this I have determined for you and Rania”. I really can't accept this. Heart refused.

“please I appreciate your decision, in which I have to sign”mengahiri debate that may not have an end.

This guy showed me my signature spot, quietly. I saw a disappointed look on his face. Finish my signature, close the map. Breathe deeply, dispelling the raging bad thoughts.

I got off at Mas Amir's place to pick me up. I'm stunned. How not. Large bouquets of flowers are displayed in front of the entrance. Saying happy birthday to me. The GLOBAL GROUP logo. Underneath.

I looked at my husband. There was no longer the happy smile she showed me at the time of picking me up. I know, my attitude is outrageous. Not appreciating his efforts gave me a surprise. I should have been moved like most women who were given a sweet surprise by her husband.

I'm sorry, I really just wanted to put some distance to my heart. Make sure that the wound is completely healed. I hope in time we will return to what we used to be. Let time heal this wound.

***note : some are beginning to be touched by the way amir proves his love for shafira....

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