The Fate that is Overlooked

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"Beleken tuh Mba Ajeng dateng wear glasses that item? " Siti menowel Dita who is seriously checking stock.

"What are you, how much was the forgetfulness of ahhh" Dita who was indeed rada loading it rejected Siti's hand.

"That was Mba Ajeng" Siti elbowed him quite hard.

"What sit, ahhh you... " Dita who was upset with it clucked bitterly, but stopped for a moment, when she saw Ajeng open the door with his sunglasses.

As always, every morning the boutique is overwhelmed by the behavior of Dita and Siti. And Ajeng who this morning did not escape the boisterous chatter of their.

"Asalamualaikum" Ajeng silenced the two riotous employees.

"Walaikumsalam" They answered in unison.

"I feel it on speaking to me, my butter is hot" Ajeng sneered at him the person in front of him

Dita giggles.

"Mbak Ajeng why? the belekan? Tumben's wearing those big glasses. "

"Yes, beleken that's why I close, fear nular to you! " Ajeng answered tightly while placing his bag on the shelf next to the cashier's table.

"When the intention is to nularin si, let there be a winner" he said.

"It should be a break Mbak, kecapean must be Mbak Ajeng" Dita is still trying to chim in while calculating the stock of dress.

"Lack of sleep, later noon also deflated itself" Ajeng began to turn on the computer in front of him, immediately open the stock data of goods by synchronizing the goods sold.

It was not without reason this morning that he came wearing sunglasses, which became his eye protection from his mother's employees, he who cried all night, lamenting his fate until his eyes swelled. No less effort to compress with cold water. But still did not escape their attention, even looks striking by wearing sunglasses.

Staregi's wrong this morning

"Yes, Vika hasn't left yet? " Tanya Ajeng to them.

"Come on, back to back. Change the dress of the beautiful mannequin with a new model" Siti giggled.

"Please call dong Dit" he asked Dita.

Vika is one of the mainstay designers of Bu Sukma, the plan today Ajeng wants to ask his opinion about his thoughts, to bring in a professional photographer to take pictures of his mother's boutique products.

"Yak Mbak Jeng" Vika approached while carrying a neat mannequin with a 3/4-armed tosca-colored tunic and decorated with ribbons on his left right side arm.

"Be busy" he asked

"No, what's wrong, ma'am?"

"So Gini, how if we ngedatengin Photographer to photoin our products that we will market through online, we will market online, let the effect is good and get a better side that if handled equally expertly. Howdidyou think? Later we make a website for prodak and the price. So our reach is getting wider. Not just in this city. Who knows from outside the city even ordinary countries are interested in our prodak" Ajeng expressed his opinion.

"That's a good idea, Ma'am" Vika replied enthusiastically.

"I have an acquaintance Photographer, he broke into the purple campus majoring in photography. The flight hours are already high he, no doubt about taking a good picture"

"Okay, it just so happens. Try to contact you directly, if there is a time to send directly here only. Let the process go fast." Ajeng gave advice.

"Wah Mbak Ajeng is indeed the best, his broad insight experience many bright ideas" Siti who heard their conversation immediately approached.

"Hemm lu Sit" Ajeng just sneered. No matter what Siti's compliments.

From morning he was determined to be busy, trying to throw away the distant thoughts of what he found in Barata's room. Later after returning from the boutique, he will also immediately go to the blue campus to enroll as a graduate student.

"Try me to connect him yes Ma'am, because he has a solid schedule. Hopefully it can be nyempil yes" Vika said.

They are back in the sport with their respective duties, No annoying sounds. Until not long after the boutique phone ringing sounded, Siti who was closest to the cable phone rushed to pick it up.

"Walaikumsalam, Mas Barata? Is this Siti Mas, Pripun? oh yes, a moment yes" Siti looked at Ajeng who happened to turn towards her when she heard the name Barata which still made her heart shake.

"Mas Barata Mbak Jeng, would like to talk" Siti said without a voice.

With hesitation, he finally ventured, taking the call.

"Yes"

One word that could escape his mouth.

As long as she was a sister-in-law, she had never called Barata. He himself was even confused as to what to call it. Grandpa? Mas's? dik's? I don't know. Everything was raging in his chest at this moment.

He looked at some of the people around him. Siti was busy putting some clothes into the plastic, Dita who was busy stocking things, while Fika was busy with her phone, maybe was contacting the photographer they were talking about.

"Mom's phone is left behind. Have you found it? " Barata immediately asked without further ado.

"Yes, his HP is dead, I'm casing" Ajeng lied to his interlocutor. HP was intentionally turned off. He is reluctant to communicate with anyone at this time. Especially the Barata wedding.

"I just got out of the company, with Anita. His health results are good too. I'm just telling you we're getting married"

"........ "

"You hear me? "

Dumbly Ajeng nodded his head. His chest was like letting out a very loud roar. It was as if his own ears could hear him.

"I can cancel this if you ask. " Influently Barata said.

"Congratulations" Only one word managed to escape Ajeng's mouth, while his heart was already crumbling dimly.

"You're letting this happen? " ask.

"You're letting go of me? " repeatedly.

His head was shaking, his tears were breaking. But there was not a single word from his mouth.

What can I expect from you again? you have to take responsibility for your behavior, Anitas loves you very much. Not that long I'm asking you to undo this, end this. You said everything was done.

Nothing is said, all the words are stuck in his throat. Only tears were drawing the river. Plentifully.

"Another month the reception will be held. I hope you're willing to help Anita. Please treat him well. At least so that she feels comfortable and at home living with Mom."

Have I treated Anita so badly?

The question just popped into his mind.

With all her might she held back the sound of her sobs. He tightly shut his lips, using his left hand. While his right hand squeezed the phone he was holding, until his fingers turned white. I hope Barata won't hear it.

"Well, Jenk, actually I just want to make sure before everything really goes my way. I know enough of your silent answer. Maybe I am still too hopeful, too confident, and I am too stupid still expecting you. Maybe Anita is the best for me. Good bye"

Tut. tuutt. tuttt.

The sound of a disconnected call filled his ears. He could only put his body on the floor. Gender his head to the foot of the table. With so much pain and pain.

This pain? for his inability to control his taste? for the inability to express what is in the heart? This how it feels? holding the true feeling still on the surface?

Please, anyone, help me to get up.