The Best Choice

Returnees

Aslan meets Samira at a crossroads. Not only are there two directions that can take them in different directions, far away, and do not know when to meet with adhesiveness. They move on inner desires and habits to the order of daily life that has been attached early on. But there are four directions. Destiny God, Parents, Aslan and Samira themselves. All have their own meaning and do not know where a definite meeting point is impossible when the Good Friday sermon becomes a public sermon for Aslan and the hijab dates from Samira's head. Although it is commonplace in the layers of society throughout the inhabitants of the earth about the love of different religions. One last letter Aslan read last night left him limp.

He walked helplessly into his office to make Samira who had returned to work astonished behind the reception desk where he established a work absence.

"Cie, lemes, cie... Died a day just lemes, feel lost me sir?" joke Samira while raising her eyebrows.

Aslan snorted while receiving the breakfast that Samira made especially for him. Aslan opened it and again he witnessed a tantalizing sight. He feels hungry, but the highlight is getting sad, Samira looks perfect, the wife-to-be who will make him constantly will ask for a dining table to fill his cooking. But whether the wife-to-be, Aslan could not think about it even though she wanted to propose herself as her future husband.

"Thank you, Sam. But I had breakfast before." he said limply, though ringing in the memory of the taste of the omlet and sauteed the green pebble. He wanted to chew it, swallow it, but realized he would always remind him of the best cuisine.

It is indeed more this Aslan but fell in love with the right place with the most difficult conditions such as the matter of splitting the earth with a bread knife. Conscious, like the song Sincere - Shoes. He was saddened by the fact that Samira did not understand the meaning of his limp now. Aslan's hunger strike, too, will definitely spread to the strike. Bad indeed, love sometimes makes the spirit, make the limp, make obesity also flat and there will be a word of congratulations from all that.

"What a lie, sir!" refute Samira while highlighting the back of Aslan's hand with a pen. Aslan sparks his lips, adding to the ridiculous memories created with Samira.

Aslan looked at Samira blankly, Samira looked at Aslan curiously. Suddenly Samira who never found the look of the sad eyes was agitated.

"It's impossible that breakfast is still lemes, shares are safe, all deadlines I can still control, new father is not feeling well huh?" tukas Samira while waving to the lobby.

"Sir Robby, here... Here..."

Robby pounded quickly while carrying his briefcase to make Aslan more lazy to move.

"Good morning angel of heaven." bursts Robby in front of Samira, his eyes assessing Aslan's messy face beside him and revealing a smile.

I'm kobelin elo, As. Let's realize you don't keep hiding behind the big boss' mask.

"Happy dong yesterday after the holidays, exciting?" robby Fishing.

Suddenly in the head of Samira rang the name Harviza who sucks, prank, and worse again this morning had come to the house. The reason for meeting Abah, but a man's eyes can't lie. He stole a glance at her once and made her hit the door so upset. Samira was obviously embarrassed and Harviza won again.

"Alhamdulillah, sir. It's like eating crackers." I'm Samira.

Similar to eating crackers? That is to say the rame briefly continued to disappear in the blink of an eye? inner Aslan. His mind thought about and kept thinking about yesterday that Samira missed with Harviza.

Samira observes Aslan who is wrinkled until daydreaming. Next to him Robby grimaced.

It's messed up, too, Aslan.

Robby gestured for Samira to follow him to the office. Leaving Aslan who for the first time became a spectacle of his employees.

"Aslan, um..." Robby paused until the elevator took them to the most special floor. Both went out and got a welcome break from the new cleaning service before they both stopped in the pantry.

"Aslan's got a lot of thoughts, Sam. Biasaah boss. Uh but what do you think he is?" ask Robby while making three coffees to support the busy activities today.

"I asked Aslan, sir! Let it be answered."

Samira pulls out the chair and calls Aslan. In front of the reception desk, Aslan stammered reaching for his vibrating phone inside his pants pocket half-consciously.

"Eh, uh, I can't get in my hand." Aslan's panic made one employee look up.

"Yes boss, where enough food is in the bag of pants! Aya-aya wae is this boss." he said then grabbed food from Samira.

Aslan massaged his temple with his left hand. Consciousness embarrassed him as well as looking for where the two people who became his accomplice while his phone continued to vibrate.

"Brah!" aslan. "Where are you!" His hands snatched the food from the hands of his employees. His feet stepped back after Samira giggled amusedly in the phone hole.

Not thinking long, two people who do not know how unfortunate Aslan is now must he immediately punish. Aslan stuffed his phone into a pants pocket with a hardened jaw.

If only I could take care of myself. I fired you guys. The insolent are you.

Robby and Samira stood upright in front of the office door, they welcomed Aslan's arrival in front of the office space while bowing their bodies.

"Good morning Aslan's boss who daydreams alone." exclaimed the two without burden.

Aslan observed both. His mind was mixed but worse he was in distress.

"You guys are so happy!"

Aslan pushed both doors dramatically and fluttered in front of the window, looking at the concrete and the length of the electrical wiring, hoping Samira asked him why.

Samira asked a second later. But his mouth could not speak of honesty. Or maybe it's not time yet.

Aslan grunting. Tired of the hope he couldn't possibly uphold, he took off Samira's bracelet.

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