The Cost of Trust

Part 195's

On the office trip

"Daddy...!"

"Hum?"

"Not be."

"Lha..kok that? Why mas?"

"It's okay."

"Baboong."

"Heheh, that's okay."

"Sure you want to say something. What's?"

"Aren't you ashamed of this car ? Especially if you meet your clients where?"

"Ish... Why? Our car is also good."

Aziz looked towards the road.

"But buy you a cheap car like this?"

"What's? Cheap??? Is this really cheap??? Expensive know!"

"Ih .. is so happy with my wife. Your money is a lot of decks. Car time like this you say expensive."

"Yes very expensive. After all, it's still very much worth wearing."

"But.losing is a luxury compared to your managers, even your assistants deck."

"Yes, it's a bigin. We are grateful for what we have now. We buy it after function not prestige."

Mas Aziz rubbed my head.

"I don't mean stingy. But we also need to be able to distinguish. Which urgent need is not."

"Yes, I understand the deck. The proof, you give a salary for tea neng do not think about it first. You don't know what the starting salary of a baby sitter is?"

"Teh neng is not from the foundation. It's only natural that I give that much. Moreover, he said his son was in third grade at high school. I want to graduate, right? once aja, neng tea can mourn for his son's lecture. Continue to.kang Ujang work, make their daily meal.

"My wife is very good anyway. More love....!"

"Yes dong, whose wife was it!??"

"His wife is Mamas Aziz dong!"

We both laughed. I was astonished too. We fought often. Sometimes there is a drama of tears, emotions overflow. This is the dynamic in a family.

We might be a little lucky. Our frequent fights, the triggers are not about the economy.

And out there? Many quarrel because of the lack of kitchen money, because of various things that we do not know much.

To be sure, all relationships will have their ups and downs. Including our relationship, right?

After a few minutes, we arrived at the car park.

Mr. Budi welcomed our arrival there.

"For Mr Budi?", greet us both.

"Morning.pak....Ma'am...!", sir slightly lowered his head.

"Aihhhhh.pak Budi, used to call her rich yesterday ah."

"But....?!"

"Call rich yesterday. I consider him my own father."

mr. Budi who heard it became moved.

"I brought a box of mbak dinner in, I take it first?"

"Later, Mr. Budi. Just take it to my room."

"To Dian's room?"

"Yes Sir. Why?"

"I've never been to that floor. My job is in the parking lot." Mr. Budi smiled.

"Fifteen years of work here, the balloons ever go up?"

Mr. Budi shook his head.

"The tree will be anterine sir. In wait!"

I also left Budi, and took the hand of Aziz.

"Ra...!", said Stevan.

I let out my breath. And Aziz pressed his hand against me. Yeah, next to Stevan there's a lily. Her stomach now looks swollen. Although not too big.

Stevan approached me. And of course, the wife also sank spoiled on him.

"What's wrong, first thing in the morning to see me? Is there an urgent?"

Lili looked at me panted. In the past, I was anxious when lili looked at my husband with a look full of love and lust. How not? Lili knew what my husband was like in bed. But this time, I saw that he used to stare at Aziz. Is it because of Stevan?

Astagfirulah....! My fizz.

"Om wants to talk to you. Can you?"

"What?"

"Can we talk somewhere else?"

I looked towards Aziz. Aziz nodded his head.

"We're just going to my room, um."

The four of us headed to my room upstairs.

Why is Dian getting so beautiful? Getting graceful? Moreover, it turns out that he is the CEO of such a large company. How could Aziz not bother me at all? Huh! But at least I got a confession. To be the wife of an old Stevan Winata. But. if only Aki-aki died first. I'm going back to chasing Aziz. Inner Lilies.

Not penitent also turned out to be Mom?????

The four of us entered my room.

"Please om..mbak Lili!"

Both of them sat on the sofa. Mas Aziz chose to sit in my big chair. Don't want to join us. Because he doesn't want to interfere with other people's business. Moreover, there are lilies, who were once a troublemaker in his family.

Aziz chose to check his wife's work behind the desk.

"What's up?"

Stevan breathed deeply.

"Om asking for your help Ra?!"

I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Help? What help?"

"Om, I'd love to see Stevi."

"Didn't om and mas Damar ever meet mbak hayu at his house?"

"Yes. Om meaning. Can Rara take Stevi to dinner with us?"

Huh huh? With us? What do you mean by Stevan and lili?

"Why don't you just say it directly?"

"Are you sure he wants to?"

"Are you sure you want me to persuade him?"

"You're close. Stevi must be listening to you!"

I pulled my back. Then rub my temple. How's this?

"Please Ra???"

"What is the exact reason I told Hayu's mom?"

"you've forgiven me, haven't you, Ra?"

I glanced at his old face. Have I forgiven Stevan?

"Come on, um."

"From your words, om know you have started to open your heart to om. You know, your mistakes have made you suffer for years. Please...permit om to make amends om Ra!"

I took another deep breath, and again.

"I. I don't know. Maybe.yes I can forgive you. I'm not sure about Hayu!"

Stevan kneels before me.

"Daddy!" peekik lilies. Mas Aziz was no less surprised, and stood behind his desk.

"Om sorry Diandra.sorry..sorry...!Om can't stand the guilt on you guys anymore."

Oh Allah.... How is this?????