The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

fleeting shadow

At the office, Stevani was called to a meeting. Not only with Isma, but there was Farah, Paul sir, and Erika, who acted as his assistant Paul. He was immediately showered with questions related to the expo event in Europe last year. There are also many questions that concern the entertainment of some large customers. Where Isma felt there was a price mark up there.

Sharp questions thrown directly in front of the head of the factory, inevitably made Stevani very distraught. He was offended to feel that Isma was not just trying to match the data and reality on the ground. More than that, he felt that Isma deliberately wanted to drop her good name in front of the number one person in this company.

According to him, the topic of discussion this time does not need to be submitted to the head of the factory. Because he had prepared the data on Isma's questions yesterday.

Many times Farah stepped on her feet slowly, to remind her subordinates not to release emotions.

After all, in this room, what was pitted was data. So Stevani had to release the data he had to convince Isma that the report he gave was correct, according to the conditions in the field, not just fabricated.

The data war happened with the thrill in that meeting room. The accusations made by Isma sound sharper. However, Stevani always has the data to answer the allegations. Making Isma beaver, but at once silent. Stevani smiled cynically at Isma. He was happy, being able to silence Isma completely.

***

Adel was still stunned alone in his room. As he went home, he kept looking at the rest of his room. There was absolutely nothing he could remember.

About the large photo attached to the wall, about the black dress that was hung apart from the other clothes, about the dresser that had two sets of makeup tools, about the microphone, about the, about the photos depicting her singing on stage, including about two women who claimed to be her sister and best friend.

“Mbak, eat first”

A voice surprised him. A woman entered his room. He was seen carrying a tray containing a plate of rice, a bowl of vegetables, and another plate containing side dishes. There is also a glass of milk, and a glass of water.

“Udah lunch, eat first Yuk!” bring again. He put the tray on the dresser.

“Mau Madin fetchin, what mbak Adel take yourself?” ask the woman.

“I took it myself aj” replied Adel. He gave her a smile, in appreciation for Madina's help.

“Mbak, numpang prayer, yes? rame very below” ask Madina for permission.

“Sholat?” Adel looked confused.

“Oh, okay. Please” continued. Although he did not remember what prayer was, he felt he had no right to forbid it.

Madinapun went straight to the bathroom to take ablution water. He also borrowed Adel's money. Adel. While eating, Adel noticed every move Madina made.

“Aduh”

Suddenly, his head was throbbing. It hurts, to him. Simultaneously, he was like looking at the image of him wearing the same suit Madina was wearing right now. He also saw the shadow of the prayer mat. But that's all. Still she doesn't remember who she is, and who Madina is.

“Mbak, why?”

Adel who was still holding his head while closing his eyes, gasped at the question. It turns out that Madina has finished her prayers. Without opening her face first, Madina approached Adel who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“No, no papa, kok” replied Adel.

“This take, always say no papa. Occasionally, share dong, sadness or pain that shot rasain. Don't go to Tati mulu!” seloroh Madina's.

He took the plate that Adel was holding. He took his rice a spoonful, then he fed it to his brother. Adel accepted the bribe, smiling.

In his heart he seemed to have heard this kind of grumbling. But where, when, and who was grumbling was still too deep for him to recall.

*TOK TOK*

There was a knock on the door, and a call from outside the room. Both of them looked towards the door.

“Sign in, mbak. Unlocked” exclaimed Madina.

And the man who knocked at the door came in. As Madina had expected, Tati entered accompanied by Nike. Nike hastily closed the door. While Tati directly sat in Adel's dressing chair. He looked at Adel with pity, as well as a look of anger on his face.

“What's up, mbak?” ask Madina. Tati did not immediately answer.

“Kalo bad news, mending ajar, mbak. Mbak Adel again eat” continued Madina.

“Huuufftt” Tati sighs heavily.

“News! not papa kali. Perhaps, can help me make my past sings” said Adel.

After a moment of silence, Tati finally told her what she had just found. About Budi who also had an accident and forgot his memory. About the female doctor who told her what she saw before the incident. About the woman who was said to be pregnant by the doctor. Who fought with Adel.

“BANG**” umpat Madina. Madina showed an angry expression. Just pretending, of course.

“Din, how do you curse, anyway? no pantes ih, chick kok ngumpat-ngitu” reprimand Adel.

“Din, be patient! Not necessarily what the doctor said was in fact” Nike advice.

“Kok you even belain him, anyway?” ask Tati.

“I don't believe him. I just asked Madina to be patient. We can't scream here. If you are horrified by the father of the same mother, it can be a long affair. Pity his Adel. He doesn't remember anything, got angry” replied Nike.

Tati was speechless, Madina was also speechless. He looked towards Adel. Then he breathed heavily.

“Mbak Nike. Father same mother can not be different, which needs to be discussed now, which should be daunted. Poor emang, if mbak Adel got angry” said Madina. He still showed a furious expression restraining anger.

“Terus?” ask Tati.

“I hope Tati don't talk to anyone else just yet. We are the only ones who know”

“Until when?”

“Forwardly, if necessary. If they don't want to, won't be back” Madina replied.

Tati let out another heavy breath. He did not agree, but also did not reject Madina's proposal. She simply twisted her body, so faced the makeup table mirror. Then clean his face with a facial cleanser, from the makeup tool collection on the right.

Watching Tati take the facial cleanser from the makeup kit collection from the right, made a shadow flashing in Adel's eyes.

A shadow where he was standing, and saw the woman sitting in the same chair. And he kind of exclaimed with pleasure. But that was all, but who he was, and what they were talking about back then, Adel could not remember.

“Ehh” she complains.

“Mbakwas. Not dad papa?” ask madina hawatir.

“No, no papa. Just shriek aj” replied Adel.

Madina continued the bribe that had stopped. He still showed an angry expression. Sometimes Adel gave a smile, and stroked madina's head. With hope, his anger could soon subside.