The Cost of Trust

The Part 169

Our car started to enter the parking lot. Mas Aziz took the parking card. A few seconds later, Julian called me.

[Good morning, Dian.]

[For Jul!]

Although he was used to the call, it still sounded ridiculous to Julian.

[Sorry Ma'am, where has Dian gone?]

[I just parked my car!]

[Oh, ready ma'am. I'll go to loby]

[Not to overdo it Jul]

[Not to overdo Miss Dian, this is indeed my duty]

[Yes.iya...all right. Thank you in advance.]

Our call is over. Mas Aziz has also finished parking our car. He opened the door for me and Diaz. After that, switch to bringing Diaz in his sling.

"Diaz I'm the same!"

"Don't dong dek, you will talk in front of the crowd. Yes, while carrying a child?"

"But mas... I also want you to nemenin me?!"

"Honey, Diaz's waiting outside. What matters is your presence. Is Julian accompanying you too? Believe me, you are smart! You can!", Aziz encouraged me.

I kissed my two great men, my husband and my son. They are the ones who strengthen me.

Mas Aziz rubbed my head affectionately. While Diaz, she cheered happily to see her father and her mother accompany the baby boy.

"Lho..mbak Dian?", greet Mr. Budi.

"Eh, Mr. Budi!"

"Mbak Dian and Mas Aziz would like to see Mr. Julian again?", asked Budi.

"Yes Budi sir!", I replied.

"Owh.but today there will be a big meeting in this office Deh mbak Di, mas Aziz!"

"Oh yeah?", I asked again.

"Yes mbak. I had three days off, my wife went to the hospital. So, I'm lacking any information about this office."

I am more interested in Mr. Budi's wife who entered the hospital.

"What kind of sick wife is he?"

"High blood mbak, can be already the age of hehehhe!", replied Mr. Budi relaxed.

"How are things going now?"

"Home at the mba. Three days in the hospital alone costs a lot."

"There is no fee waiver?", asked Aziz.

"There is mas. But it will make a pacing back and forth there and others also cost a lot."

"From the company, is there compensation?"

Mr. Budi shook his head.

"Nothing is mbak, insyaallah can still be overcome mbak mas. No need to rely on the office. My kasbon has been a lot!", Budi smiled wryly.

"Is that? No health insurance, sir?", I asked again. I want to dig up information about my employees' health insurance.

"The guarantee is for the employees, not for the families of the employees."

I was silent too.

"Sir, how long do you work here?", I asked again.

"How long is it? Seventeen years old!", he answered.

"That long? Mr Budi has never moved?", I asked again.

"No, it's mbak. After all, the late Mr. Dirham was very good with my family. So, I can only repay you by being loyal to work here. Thank God whatever I get from here. It doesn't make me rich, but at least I can provide for my family!"

"Oh Allah sir.!", I rubbed Mr. Budi's arm.

My phone rings again.

Julian???

[Hello for Jul!]

[Where's mom?]

[Astagfirullah forgot mas, I was again preoccupied with chatting with Mr. Budi in the parking lot. Sorry..sorry...Why is the show going to start?]

[Not yet Ma, fifteen more minutes. Maybe I'll take a break first]

[Oh.kirain is late for me].

[No Ma'am. But I'm sorry, who's Miss Dian talking to?]

[Pak Budi mas Jul, security in the parking lot. We have known for a long time.]

Mr. Budi smiled at my words.

[Yes Jul, we're in! Mr. Budi also has to work again right!]

Ms Dian chatted with security? Really, what are they as familiar as? Julian Mumbled.

"Sorry Mr. Budi, mas Jul has been waiting for this. See you again, right?"

"Yes to Dian."

I took some money in my little bag, then I gave it to Mr. Budi.

"What is this mbak? Don't!"

"Take sir, to buy nutritious food, Pak Budi's wife just returned from the hospital. Do not give instant food. Lots of fruit and vegetables!"

"Don't mbak Di. This is excessive?", Budi sir refused it.

"If Mr. Budi refuses, Dian is angry you sir!", threatened me. Mas Aziz just smiled looking at the two of us.

"But it's not Di...!"

"Udah Budi sir, just accept it!", said mas Aziz.

"Alhamdulillah, O Allah, it just so happens that I have to Nebus medicine in the pharmacy later in the afternoon!", Mr. Budi shed his tears.

"Thank you Dian, Aziz!" said Mr. Budi while greeting them.

"The loyalty of Mr. Budi in this office is not comparable to the money we gave just now Mr. Budi!", I said.

Mr. Budi is still moved. He doesn't understand what's going on. For all he knew, he currently had the money to buy his wife's medicine.

"We went to see Jul first, sir."

"Thank you again Dian, Aziz mas!", Mr. Jul greeted us.

"Together Mr. Budi. Yes, we went inside first. Assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalam."

Praise be to Allah, today I am met with good people like them.

Mas Aziz embraced my shoulder.

"My wife, besides being pretty but she's also nice. Not only was her face well beautiful, but her heart was as well! I feel like I'm the luckiest guy!"

"No need to fight! Later to the house, I asked in exchange for the money earlier!", I put my lips.

"Yes, I changed many times. But don't need to wash his lips either, so want to bite!"

"Ih...mas ...are you really so perverted?", I pinched her waist.

Not felt, we have arrived in the lobby. Julian and a few people were already in there waiting for our arrival.

"I'm sorry if you've been waiting for us for a long time."

"It's okay Mom"

"Go to the meeting room or go to my room first Jul?"

"There's still ten minutes to break Ms. Dian. You can go to the room first."

"Where are you?", I asked Aziz.

"As far as you Deck. Come on, mah!"

"Mas Jul, how long is the meeting?"

"Depends on Miss Dian!", Julian said.

"Owh....!"

"Yes, our room was just old!"

"Yes." Yeah."

They followed us behind. There were whispers that made me feel uncomfortable. They are really less civilized. Who the hell accepted them working here?

"Mas Jul, who's our head of HRD?"

"Mom Tania, Miss dian!", replied Julian.

"Oh."

*His son is really doing it, living with the boss Mom!

Halah tuh guy, capital looks doang. handsome doang where enough to live the children of people.where the children of rich people again.

Ganteng yes her husband Bu bos, want dong di behin earth to both.

So men, ngandelin bini money? No self-respect, right? I also want to weigh the capital of ditch doang*!

...Although it sounds soft, but I can still hear their words. I don't care if they vilify me, but I don't accept them insulting my husband. They don't know anything about me, but they can judge without finding out first....

"Oh yes mas Jul, later after my meeting the same mas Aziz want to go to our boutique. Mas Aziz wanted to check the bookkeeping of some of his buttons. Oh yes, you guys.".", I stopped my words looking at the brands one by one that had blessed my husband.

"If you have time, you can come to my husband's boutique. Nugroho Boutique, in Sunter. That's his head office. If anyone wants to go to Bogor, Serpong or Surabaya can also!"

Their glaring eyes made me laugh. It's good that they insult my husband.

After that, they fell silent. Mas Aziz seemed to have no idea with my intention of saying that sentence. But, Julian seemed to smile at my behavior earlier.

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