
Mika walked out of my room after forcing me to take the medicine as scheduled. After making sure I drank it, Mika said goodbye to come out so that I could rest again.
Sometimes we just need a friend to put a burden on our hearts without expecting the listener's solution. With Mika. Mika chose me to hold what she had in mind. Did he come to the right person? I think so. He came to me. The one who was the source of the chaos of his heart.
Maybe, Mika wanted me to feel what it would be like to be in her position. But...no one knows what the real position is other than the 'sufferer' itself right?
I better get back to rest, so I can recover and go home to my beloved son, Diaz!
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Aziz met Mika after coming out of Dian's room.
"Lho....Mika, I thought you were on leave?", said Aziz.
"Eh, yes, mas. No, I'm on leave tomorrow."
"You want to be a bride and still work. Rest Mika, must be tired."
Mika reviewed her smile.
"Can we talk?", asked Mika.
"Hem? Can anyway? Where's?"
"You're not busy, are you? I'm afraid you're distracted."
"Busy what? I'm still focused on Dian's health."
Mika also nodded.
"So Dian just took medicine, so I went out mas."
"Would you take medicine? Must have gone to sleep."
"The medicine is so sleepy."
"Yes Ka, let Dian recover quickly. Cassian Diaz."
"Yes mas. We just sat there!", Mika pointed to a bench in a different waiting room hallway with a row of VVIP rooms.
"All right!"
"Mas, I'm just here. You keep in front of the room only Diandra!", Aziz told the two guards.
"Good sir!"
The two bodyguards returned to the front of Dian's room.
Now, Mika and Aziz were already sitting side by side just a single bench away.
"What do you want to obrolin Mika?"
"On yesterday."
"Absolute about Dian's nursery?"
Mika nodded.
"Actually, it's not just that."
Aziz let out his breath.
"I know it wasn't you who chose that room for Dian. But your husband."
Mika.
"It is indeed my fault Mika!", Aziz said as she leaned her body against the chair.
"What do you mean, mas?"
"I have opened access between my husband and my wife!"
Mika.
"I think we can be good friends. It doesn't involve feelings anymore. Unfortunately...we have any power what try to hold someone's feelings?"
Aziz looked at mika who was still looking down.
"I intend to cancel our wedding reception mas."
Aziz smiled faintly.
"You think that's the best way?"
"I thought at first it was. But.. After hearing Dian's words, I thought."
Mika paused for a moment her speech.
"I promised before God that I would accept all the shortcomings and advantages of my husband. From Dian, I learned my. Learn to forgive and apologize. Learn to give opportunities and learn to value yourself."
At this moment it was Aziz who was silent.
Aziz clasped his own hand.
"After all these years Fai and I did not meet, we were reunited with this situation. We had a fight at the beginning of our friendship. There is anxiety in the chest. Afraid that Dian will turn to your husband again. But. I realized, my dian will not make mistakes like me. Dian knows her limits. It's just that as a man, I still often feel jealous of him."
"Hem..so...the point here is jealousy?", asked Mika cynically.
"From the beginning, you have to fight to get your heart. Convince your feelings. And...at this point, do you have to immediately conclude your feelings? Even a year and two years or even years is not enough to understand each other's partners if they both become a fire?"
Mika seemed to be thinking at this moment.
"Mika, marriage is like a journey. There's a moment we'll stop, then pass it back on. But if the distance is too far, is it possible that we will turn around again?"
"Mika, don't ever waste the opportunity that God gave Mika."
"Yes mas!"
"Yes, I went back to Dian's room. Go home! Continue with your plans. God willing, we can come to your important event."
"Yes, um."
Aziz left Mika on the waiting bench, before long Mika also left the place.
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Julian just got to DWP's office. His face that a few days ago warmed up a little, was now back to cold. His attitude has returned to what it was before.
"Jul, where are you? I call you never pick up, I chat you never mubris again. Don't be retorted, not even read!", said Sharen who followed Julian into his room.
"I'm busy!", said Julian. He grabbed the phone to call someone.
[I'm in the room!]
Julian put the phone back on.
"Julian! There I am here! You don't think of me anymore?", Sharen started to get emotional.
"I'm busy, ren, please come out!"
"Julian! The more days why is your attitude getting cold to me huh???"
"I said get out Sharen!!!!"
Tok....
"Get in!", Julian said.
A man in uniform walks into Julian's room.
"There's something important I need to talk to him about. Out Sharen!"
Inevitably, Sharen came out by stomping his feet.
After making sure Sharen closed the door, Julian began to ask the uniformed person.
"Where?"
"There's a suspicious figure mister! But it seems to be well coordinated. He doesn't work alone."
"You mean, there's a traitor here?"
"I think so mister!"
The uniformed man turned on his laptop and began opening each file showing a video of the entire activity in DWP during Diandra's stay in DWP.
"I've selected some files, which I think are worth suspecting."
The person clicked one by one the selected video .
"This is it?", asked Julian while pointing at one of the men's choice videos in uniform.
"Mister bar. There are several scenes where he observes Bu Dian, Mr. Aziz, Mr. Fai and also you mister."
Julian stroked his chin.
Who is this guy???? Inner Julian.
"Try it?! You open from the beginning this guy goes into the office. Whether it's from the parking lot or the lobby or any entrance!"
"Ready mister!"
The man went back to looking for the file inside the laptop. Because of waiting too long, Julian finally fell asleep.
It's time to take care of the boss and his company.
He still has not found the suspect behind this incident. Although.he had already bagged the names of some of the people he suspected.
Because, it could have been a close person who could have harmed the family Bu Dian, right???