The Long Way to Be a CEO

Chicken Porridge

“Darling, try to see your scar” he lifted the shirt I was wearing, felt the wound that was dry, although sometimes still feels a bit itchy but can still be held, he said, occasionally I was rubbed by the alcohol using cotton.

“Pain?”

“Emm.. No”.

He was silent for a while observing the wound on the left abdomen due to a bullet hit. Maybe he still blames himself for the behavior of his brother who made me what I am today. Lucky I could still be saved, if it wasn't for Finna and the fast-acting police there was no way I could breathe air right now, I would have died of blood loss.

“It looks like it can already be opened at the seams”

“Tomorrow morning we go to the clinic yes dear,” Pintanya, then stand looking at me with her gentle gaze as usual.

“Dira.. You still think this is all your fault?”

“Emhh..” he just mumbled indistinctly marked Yes or No.

“Have not been too thoughtful, we are now husband and wife, if still holding disappointment or other negative things, later it will even worsen our relationship.”.

“Until this moment, I never blamed you, I am grateful to be able to live with you and be your husband”.

Silent shortly after the sentence I said, there was nothing else Indira wanted to say, obviously if she still refrained from expressing all the feelings she felt to me.

We sat together on the couch, hugging and laying his face on his chest. In him many things that he could not express fully even though we were legal as a couple, but different things when it comes to matters of feeling. There are things that cannot always be told by words, I try to understand and wait until he wants to pour all his feelings into me.

“Already night, let's sleep babe”

He nodded slowly. We walked into the room and laid ourselves on the soft mattress resting the body that had been tired all day in tired of working hard for our respective purposes.

My face was face to face, staring at each other without a word said. Just a gentle smile adorning his thin lips that I kissed slowly and said the sentence “good sleep” as the last sentence tonight before tomorrow dawn will restore our awareness both after slumbering fell asleep.

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After the examination, the doctor had allowed for the procedure to remove the stitches from my wound, because in the anesthetic first I did not feel pain or anything, or anything, and there the doctor explained that this process must be sterile and every 6 hours must be checked again the scar, if there is pain or itching is sought using cotton and alcohol to clean the wound.

Indira and I listened to the doctor, because common to these things, this is a new learning for both of us, wounds can result in infection if not cleaned according to the procedure, therefore, we must obey the words of the doctor.

“Thank you very much doctor”.

“Sama-sama, this prescription drug can be taken at pharmacies” he handed over a prescription sheet with a writing that we will not be able to read.

“Good, thank you”.

After redeeming the medicines recommended by the doctor, I saw the grilled chicken porridge next to the pharmacy, my hunger was more unbearable because I had not had time to eat breakfast and not eat chicken porridge in the morning.

“Honey, we have breakfast porridge yes.” my door

“Eh.. You okay with breakfast porridge?”

“Ayolah occasionally.” invite me to force and hug the waist of the senses invite him to approach the chicken porridge cart that is beside the pharmacy.

“Pak, order two ya” the old man in the hat and then get up from the seat and prepare our order.

Long time no chicken porridge, in the past at college breakfast porridge maybe almost every day, otherwise I eat yellow rice that is hired by the traders near the campus, because in the morning, because, across the campus is always filled with various kinds of food sold by traders.

“Pak crackers separated ya” message indira to the father.

“Kasian dong if separated” timpalnya respond to indira orders, now indira seems confused with the purpose of the speech of the father of the porridge seller.

“This father is-there's just”. After understanding, Indira suddenly laughed with the father's laugh.

“Please, here's the order, and here the crackers have been split”. Her smile seemed to expand as we both sat in plastic chairs.

Porridge with yellow sauce, equipped with many slices of chicken and beans plus sweet soy sauce and also a little sambal that is more appetizing. This cheap but very practical and healthy dish is toilet in less than 10 minutes. As well as Indira, he ate his food.

Do not forget the hot tea water that we deliberately let stand first, refreshing the throat from the remnants of porridge food with the aroma of jasmine and a bitter taste that is not too concentrated, very delicious.

“I took two ampella satay, everything so how many pack?”.

“Everything So 20 thousand” price is quite cheap in the capital city with a range per serving of porridge only 8 thousand rupiah has met our hunger this morning.

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We continued our way to the office that first headed to my office in central arcadia. Although my wife does not mind if every day have to shuttle like this, but it's good if the position later I apply like that to her.

Since my health has begun to improve, maybe soon I can shuttle the senses, so he does not have to bother to go in the opposite direction before heading to his clear office that bothers him, especially in rush hour like the morning where everyone drives to meet every lane in the capital.

So remember the car bought by my sisters as a wedding gift yesterday. I've never touched and test drive, it would be great to use that sedan for both of us, can to go to the office or fun vacationing around Jakarta that does not need to book a long distance out of town.

“You're thinking what baby.” Indira broke my daydream.

“Hahaha.. Nothing, that's all, my car is unused”.

“Sabar yes.. If the wound is healed properly, we can use the car wherever you want”. Her speech.

“After my show is finished, we take a vacation yuk.” invite me to him, because indeed we after marriage have never been on a honeymoon and enjoy the good times like a newly married couple.

Iri saw Stefan and Medina who could travel to Japan without the burden of work and other things, free to enjoy the beauty of the honeymoon just two without the need to pay attention to the others, he said, and it was felt by myself and Indira, at least there was a strong sense to be able to at least a few days for the two of us to travel away from the daily routine that is crazy at every time.

There is no end if you continue to struggle with daily life on the job. The body and soul still ask for the right to be able to rest and enjoy quiet moments without worrying about daily activities. And we both planned to go on our honeymoon after the opening ceremony of my company and the plan was to go to a place that could still be reached without the need to go abroad far, far away, maybe to Lombok or also to the poor area in East Java, I have long wanted to go there to see tea plantations or 2 nights camping to enjoy the jungle in the mountains of Java which presents a lot of beauty scenery that spoils the eye.

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Sorry some days rarely update, because it is sick and this is still in the healing stage. Hopefully the quality of the story is not reduced and the readers can still enjoy this novel.

Thank you....