The Best Choice

Better to Be Silent

The sky blackened, drowning the dimmed lights into a dim memory unforgettable for two people who were hit without being able to make massive movements conducive.

What is feared really happens, maybe for some people to be adherents of love in silence is the right decision. Hiding the taste without the need to disturb the heart that is intended for the sake of peace even though the heart is not able to calm itself.

For Samira the decision was right because it would be much more difficult when he had to tease Aslan with his admiration for the things he neatly hid behind the simple mask of Abah's son. It is also impossible for him who only lives with his father to be scattered because of his admiration for the boss who has given him a chance through a lot of fun new things and good sustenance. The sustenance that can make him set aside little by little his salary to send his father on the hajj.

Aslan was still the coolest to him, secretly indeed, because he knew, if he revealed clearly and clearly Aslan's obvious body language would be all his might to find a way out including abandoning his religion. That can't be the case, Samira won't let it be just out of love. A debilitating love also strengthens, also making many sane and less sane things happen. He would rather Aslan who was smiling while clasping his hand than have to return like a newborn and no one could force him to move towards her but himself. That way not because of love, not because of Samira, but because of her and her beliefs.

Samira rubbed her face, already filled with tears. He closed because at the end of the day he had decided himself not to open his heart.

***

The dawn has been reverberating. The courtyard of the house that was illuminated by colorful decoration lights slowly went out. Samira sighed while nodding herself at the edge of the bed still using the mucus that enveloped her entire body.

"Am I still going to the office after yesterday's all been revealed?"

Samira let out a tired sigh, there was nothing he could do to kill time and distract his mind now. There was only Aslan, a pile of reports and work still tied to him.

"But when, even without an undisclosed love, about responsibility I still know myself. Oh, my God." He rubbed his face. "Snap. I throw fish to eat, but at any moment I can't eat. My battle is only a limit. And Mr. Aslan. Oh God..."

Samira took off her face while folding and put it on the nightstand after she did not know what to react to it other than back to sleep but the door suddenly opened.

In front of him, Mustofa

Mustofa who saw his daughter's eyes swollen and did not make breakfast provisions for Aslan invited him to talk.

"Tumben Abah's son is sad? Why?" ask Mustofa.

"If Samira had a different religious boyfriend, Sam, how about it?"

Mustofa tries to hide his surprise with the same mask as Samira. Genuine and big and innocent masks of affection. Then he started to invite Samira to talk.

"Had Samira forgotten the message of Amak and Abah?"

Human destiny is unpredictable and reality is not always beautiful. Just remembering one message from his parents, Samira has lost. Lose your mouth and it ends. It was really over Samira could no longer tell Mustofa what he meant.

"black, Abah. Samira just ngetes Abah forgets not the same as me because often I stay at work." elak Samira.

Mustofa blinked slowly then rubbed his face with a huff. To be honest he wondered what the closeness of Samira and Aslan meant that he knew from his friends. And today a little bit of his curiosity paid off.

Mustofa smiled. "Your heart is not dead, Sam. You and your boss had a life before you met! Abah said no."

Samira gave a short nod, she grimaced even though her heart was playing with the rain that made her cold.

"But Samira can still work, right, Bah?" ask after getting out of bed.

"A year of trials, Bah. If Sam's at home and it's good work, it could go on, but." Samira sniffed her shoulders before the same morning her club had with Samira's heart. Robby handed Aslan a letter with caution two weeks after their heartbreak in Aslan's study.

"Are you sure you want to fire Samira, As? Too much elo." Robby snaps, his face impressed not accept. Aslan's attitude seems not to show his professional as a boss who should be able to deny personal affairs.

Aslan looked at Samira Adna Agustine's name in bold on a paper containing information about Samira's dismissal as her personal assistant. He smiled cheerfully and his memory returned at the beginning of a simple and surprising meeting.

Aslan stroked his neck. "Our rope is getting too close, Rob. Not good for the two of us who may not be able to unite constantly together."

"Anjritt, the telenovela elo As victim!" maki Robby then broke up. "Well, don't you try to do what you feel about Samira, As?"

"No, it's heavy." Aslan tightened his tie.

"Oh my God." said Robby, grinning. "But I salute, elo self-conscious and do not obey the lust elo, As. Samira I also believe, without having to explain why elo gave him a letter of termination. You see, when's that day of the meeting with him, I said elo has a crush on him!"

"Anjrite." Aslan stood up while shaking her head, she grumbled, faced Samira who had just stepped out of the elevator and walked to her office had given the most dramatic effect in her life. His heart is severe and Robby's presence is quite helpful.

"Good morning, sir." Samira greeted after knocking on the door and opened it.

Robby looked at Aslan and Samira, raising both hands.

"Gue to my room. A lot of work." I admit, not being able to see the drama in front of him even though it was good. It was good to mop up Aslan later and before Aslan could answer, the door was back open and closed.

Aslan sighed. "Sit down, Sam."

Samira stared at the piece of paper on Aslan's desk while nodding. He smiled a smile.

"Sir Aslan has not had breakfast yet?"

"Udah, Sam. Relax, stay at home papa must have breakfast before work."

"Good dong sir, but I brought you some food for the last time, I guess." Samira drops her food next to her stopping paper. He took a quick glance at it then grabbed it slowly while looking at Aslan.

"There's my name here sir, so this is for me right?"

"Pretend plain, pretend you don't know!" sahut Aslan. "Sorry, Sam. It's the last decision and hopefully it's the best. For me, or for yourself." Aslan smiled.

"But what I remember from you, seek happiness to any extent and you will not be in any dilemma."

"Where's the severance?"

"Oh my God, Sam!"

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