The Best Choice

Gravely

"Why do you say the same Mr. Robby if the bracelet is the father who buyin." said Samira when they were already in Aslan's office.

The flash of the lunch event was just like undergoing a hot meeting with reliable competitors who were not immediately easy to believe in the words of both.

"Did you forget yesterday's motor problem how the ending. Mr Robby asked for the same motorbike, right?"

Aslan nodded for a moment and sat down. He opened the laptop, only after the screen was lit did he sigh.

"I forgot, Sam. I don't think Robby is jealous of you anymore" he said honestly. "But really messed up anyway he, why else like it had to be in trouble and talked about. I'm like her mother-mak complex. I don't understand the same attitude lately." complained Aslan, a little horrified by Robby.

"Partially the father, has a friend instead of being loved even just in love work continues. Mr. Robby is jealous because I'm the new one you love gifts, while Mr. Robby is not!"

"That's what I'm doing, let you work with me, Sam. The same difference he, his salary is already big, the house he uses now costs more than 500 million. It's not good if I give him the gift, the time is right now just give you a bell so he also wants." Aslan explained while grunting annoyed. "You should have said I bought you a veil with a long skirt, Sam. Let him want to too!"

Let him realize I'm an effort not just giving gifts doang. I don't understand you, Rob! Not support but increase workload.

Aslan corrected his sitting position, the black tie that was holding his neck he loosened. He who had spent hours with Samira yesterday told the girl to go home.

"Can you really go home now?" ask Samira not to believe it.

Aslan nodded. "Today I'm just in the office, Sam. Easy, there's Robby for business. Just remember my message!"

Alhamdulillahot. Samira immediately nodded in pleasure. He then prepared a glass of water to Aslan's table.

"Is there anything you need again?" ask Samira.

"She, Sam. There's." Aslan nodded his head. The lyrics of the song reveal everything.

‘God is one, we are not the same. Should I then leave even though love can't go’

Even if it is still in the imagination. It seemed Aslan had already considered what risk it would be if he did not put the brakes on the natural reaction rate within him.

Aslan stood up, he led Samira into the living room. From how to sit, how to stare, and the erect spine of Aslan. Samira is sure, Aslan who was relaxed and tends to be happy now becomes serious.

"What's up, sir?"

"Nothing, Sam. Just briefly. Are you sure I don't need to act on the case this morning? It feels like there's only been a case like this in the company" Aslan said.

That's because I'm a personal assistant from the lightning line, the inner and the upnormal. That's a problem, father. Especially if they know the motor is from you, this job relationship is increasingly questioned.

Samira was stunned, fortunately then his phone rang and was able to decide for a moment the thought was unclear. The name of Aslan's mother is on the screen.

"Great mother, sir."

"Thank you, pick up, loud speaker!" aslan exclaimed as he leaned over his body and fixed his ears.

"Assalamualaikum, big lady. Can Samira help you?"

Cornelia, Aslan's mother who was waiting for a scheduled flight from Lombok to the capital sighed. Not do not want to answer the salutation of salvation, nor do they have no tolerance of taste. Only sometimes did he wonder if Aslan did not say that they were different.

"Greetings peace, Samira. Are you still with Aslan?" ask Cornelia.

Samira immediately nodded. He was immediately convinced that Cornelia and Aslan who never answered his greetings was not because they were lazy, but indeed they were different beliefs. Why am I stupid, why not find out the identity of Mr. Aslan first so as not to misunderstand.

"Still, madam. Please, sir." Samira held out her phone.

Aslan grabbed it and stood up. He reached out to Samira's face for a while before moving away and flinching near a large window.

Aslan stuffed his left hand into the pocket of his pants while sighing.

"Yes, mom. What's up?" ask Aslan.

"You say to Samira that we are Christians, As. Mama's not good, can't answer her greetings." Cornelia scolded.

"Yes, mom. I'll say later. Then why the first phone? Did you finish your vacation?"

Cornelia nodded. "Fetch mama at the airport, all get souvenirs."

Aslan was powerless to prevent an honest spontaneous response. "There must be Ardana."

"Keep why if there is Ardana, As. Ah, Jesica again Jesica again. Why, mama's pissed to see you guys fight on."

"Sir, mom. The problem isn't that now. But... Mam, please. I'm sick of it, brother. Mama tell him, stop bothering Aslan."

"Incert, Samira you mean?" cornelia exclaimed in shock. Fortunately Aslan has changed the sound mode from loud speaker to ordinary sound.

"Yes dong, mom. Yes, I picked it up. Safe flight, mom. Hye!"

Cornelia stared at the screen of her phone that had suddenly disconnected.

"Searching for Aslan's problem, does he want to repeat his parents' history? Dirty."