The Injured Heart.
part 5's
"Eummmm... Well this month your salary and Radit I raised. "he said steadily.
Nadia who heard him immediately excited, and she immediately sent a message to Radit to tell him.
Zahira only smiled slightly looking at Nadia who looked very happy.
"Happy is simple, whether by being grateful for having something simple or making someone else happy. "
Zahira Al Mahyra's.
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Once again Zahira sighs.he cursed Nadia who went on her motorcycle, so she had to teach by car, but she was so lazy because she had to park her car.
"Huuf.... "
Zahira breathed a sigh of relief when her car finally parked sweetly in front of the Wachid Hasyim High School building. He fixed his glasses that were about to fall and put them back on. Zahira strapped the bag to her back and walked towards the school next to her.
"Morning Mom. "greet her some disciples towards her who were countered with flat smiles by her.
It was common for Zahira to reply with a flat smile, worse when her gaze was cold.
Zahira opened the door to her office inside, unlike Radit in BK. Zahira sat down and took out the laptop from her bag, she squinted her eyes at the man next to her.
"Good morning" greeted the man with a big smile.
While the one in sapa just rotate his eyeballs lazily. Radit walked towards him with some maps.
"Hay Razi!" he said then sitting at Zahira's desk handing over the map in his hands, Razi smilingly looked at Zahira and Radit.
"This is a report that you asked for, but in more detail let us not complicated for financial management this month, you wait for mail ferdi sir" Radit tried to explain the contents of the map in his handover.
"And who's out of town reporting her? " Task Zahira at Radit without taking her eyes off the map in her hands.
"Not that you've given everything to the restaurant manager, you just accept and check your account Ra, cook yes I have to go out of town for all that?"
Radit sighed softly while Zahira kept the map that Radit gave her in her bag.
"Well, this Saturday and this week help you come to my house and get your pay"
Radit squinted his eyebrows because his salary had been asked for motorcycle credit.
"Not that I've asked for a motorcycle loan? "
Zahira stared coldly at Radit which gave Radit and Razi goosebumps.
"Would you like to take it or not Radit Supriyadi?" Zahira pressed her words in annoyance.
"Ehh.. Yes, once I get into my room first yes" Radit said rushing off to find safety.
Zahira then left Razi who was still stunned to see Zahira so cold.
"It looks like this girl is so hard to conquer, her gaze alone makes my hair goosebumps "he murmured inwardly.
About four and a half hours Zahira was struggling in his kitchen making cakes, unlike usually he was in the kitchen at this hour, his forehead was exposed to flour, but instead he looked sweet when making cakes.
"Fwetish... Finally finished too"
Zahira finished the final dough and baked it into the oven.
Tok tok tok tok tok tok
Zahira ran towards the door after hearing someone knock.
zahira's eyes glared at Nadia, Radit And Razi.
"Why three? Please come in"
They came in and sat in the living room.
"Why indeed? Can't I bring Razi here? " tanya Radit looked at Zahira whose face was smitten with flour.
"It's okay" he answered short and walked to the kitchen to make them a drink.
Some time Zahira appeared carrying lemon juice with cakes and bread that he had just made.
"It's worth it on your face full of flour, it turns out you are making cakes and bread" said Nadia immediately wash her hands into the sink at Radit's follow, looking forward to tasting Zahira's cakes and bread, she ate Zahira's cake five months ago.
Zahira looked towards Razi.
"You don't want to wash your hands?" He asked Razi and walked towards his room. Razi nodded and washed his hands.
"Huh... It's really good" Nadia squealed happily while eating bread made by Zahira.
"There's still no cake and no bread Ra? " ask Radit who is chewing on a cake.
"There's still in the kitchen, and I'm dead in the oven first" Zahira ran small towards the kitchen she took the bread from inside her oven and turned it off.
Radit, Nadia and Razi were busy eating cake and bread, Nadia looked at Zahira who was busy cooking dinner and approached her to help.
"Common tumben cooking cake with bread, usually are you busy working? " question Nadia helped Zahira cut the carrot.
"Again dizzy if you work mulu, besides there are you with Radit to help me take care of all that. So because it already has an assistant and secretary well dong nothing I'm busy at home"
Zahira teased Nadia.
"Yes, boss mom is free to tell employees." He was talking to Zahira.
Razi and Radit were having a conversation when Razi looked at Zahira, who seemed very good at cooking.
"You've known him for a long time? "
"Me, Nadia and Zahira you mean? "
Razi nodded his head.
"I actually knew Zahira during a seminar in Surabaya, he happened to be his spokesman, uh know-know-know he finally taught in the same place I was"
Radit told at length his introduction to Zahira and Nadia.
"Back of his ugly, indifferent, cold, and unfriendly attitude, he's really nice Raz, I've been working with him for two years and he's always helping me when I have a problem"
"You're working with him? "
Radit nodded his head.
"She's got some restaurants and bakery, has some branches out of town, so I'm the same Nadia who helped her to manage her finances, and she also has her own office, too, I am a secretary as well as his right hand, if Nadia is his assistant who will handle every job" he explained at length.
"Not Nadia his assistant Al Mahyra? "
Radit looks floppy.
"That's true, but just arrange a meeting, other than that Nadia works with me, Zahira's cooperation" he said so carefully did not want Razi suspicious.
"You're so memorized to the writer who again hits it" Radit tried to shift the conversation.
"I like his work so much, I really want to know what kind of person he is, but al-Mahyra is very reluctant to show himself to the public. several times I saw the screenings of films lifted from the novel but the results were nil, and on his instagram was not clear, the picture was not clear, I just see Nadia who always represents him every media asking for a meeting or launching a book" he lamented.
Radit stared in wonder at his best friend.
"You idolize him, if you meet him what do you want to do? "
"Let me be a big admirer, thank goodness I can marry you"
Radit laughed out loud after hearing Razi's words.
"I saw Zahira in the park yesterday, I don't know what she was doing"
Radit stopped laughing.
"Zahira is often there when on Raz holiday, he really likes to see the twilight in the afternoon, maybe meet his soul mate?"
"still alone? "
"Yes, still hurt"
Radit recalled the incident two years ago that made Zahira turn cold.
"Here you go, let's go to your house, I'm taking a bath in your house"
Razi agreed to Radit's invitation even though he still wanted to ask about Zahira who said Radit was still injured.
"Ra, I'm going to Razi's house first"
Radit and Razi were about to walk out, but Zahira called out to him. Zahira walked towards them carrying a paper bag.
"This is for you cake and bread"
Zahira thrust the paper bag in her hand to Razi, Razi smiled knots and took it.
"Thank you" he said, then responded with a nod by Zahira.
Radit and Razi then stepped away towards Razi's house which was at the end of the road.
..."For people who have wounds in their hearts, they are always looking for work, and busy to forget the wounds they feel or even to divert their thoughts."...
...Radit Supriadi's....
