The Love That Is Taken

WA Message to Your Loved Husband

Mila embraced her husband affectionately. Patted on the shoulders of the man he loved was soft. “Already, Mas. There is no point in regretting the past. The marriage of Theresa and Jonathan took place at the will of God. Otherwise, time could last for ten years! Remember, a soul mate will not run where. Our relationship has broken and each married someone else. Who would have thought, decades later we meet again in a state of being both widows and widows. Right, right?”

Simon mangosteen justifies. Enclosed his beloved wife in his arms while whispering warmly, “Thank you for taking me back, dear.”

Mila smiled happily as she said, “Sama-sama, Mas.”

The elderly couple did not realize the door to Theresia's room was opened slightly and the owner of the room witnessed the heartwarming affection. Simon's daughter was often secretly concerned about the behavior of her father and Mila when they were alone. He wanted to know the secret of the harmony of the relationship of the couple who was no longer young.

Aunt Mila never denied Papa's remarks. He often shows his attention by speaking softly and giving a friendly touch, he murmured inwardly. I used to do it to Jon. I just don't know since when I became more demanding to be noticed and angry if his attitude is not in accordance with my will, he thought bitterly.

While biting her lips, the beautiful woman closed the door of the room. “It may be time I accept the fact that it is not destined to have offspring,” he told himself. “Good. There's no harm in me taking a big decision to.well. Perhaps that way can actually make my relationship with Mas Jon become harmonious again.”

Then Theresa lay on her bed holding her phone. “Where is it good to start a WA chat with Mas Jon?” said worried. He messaged his father earlier, “Wear good words. There is no harm in occasionally using the word please, sorry, and thank your husband. So he will feel appreciated by his own wife.”

The head of Jonathan's wife suddenly felt dizzy considering his father's banquet earlier. But he strengthened his heart and said out loud, “You can definitely, There. The spirit! Wear good words. Don't forget to say please, sorry, and thank you. Ok, I’m ready now!”

[Hello, Mas Jon. How are you?]

Such was the sound of her first WA message since splitting the house with her husband a month and a half ago. The message was sent without a hitch.

A minute, two minutes, three minutes.up to fifteen minutes passed there were not yet two blue ticks that the message had been read by her husband. “Sabar, There.patience,” he said calm himself. “Now it's still office hours. Your husband may be busy. Later at five in the afternoon send another WA message if the previous one has not been read.”

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Repeated many times until his feelings become calm. That is the practical method taught by his meditation therapist. There was no feeling Theresia became sleepy and closed her eyes. Soon the woman who was in the struggle to save her household was asleep on her bed.

***

Jonathan himself was busy meeting with his subordinates at the paint factory. He was happy that there were no more complaints from distributors about the quality of his products. Goods that were returned to the factory the other day have been replaced with new ones and meet the quality standards applied by the company so far. The factory did suffer a loss that is not small, but the step was taken in order to maintain good relations with distributors who have been helping marketing and increasing sales turnover significantly.

According to Jonathan's calculations, if the sale goes well as usual, then the loss can be closed with profits to be obtained in the next three months.

“Pak Jon,” says Rosa as soon as the meeting is over. Karin was sitting right next to him. The girl was indeed following wherever her aunt went in order to quickly understand the tasks that would become her responsibility.

“Yes, Miss Rosa. What's up?”

“Oh yes, I forgot. Today yes, the exhibition starts?”

“Betul, Sir. Exhibition with other property companies in East Java. Lasts a full week in the seventh-floor D-Mall hall.”

Jonathan scrunched his forehead like he was thinking of something. “As I recall,” he said seriously, “At a meeting late last week it was discussed that the total sales have reached seventy percent of the total number of units. Please ask if there are additional apartment units sold this week.”

“I have asked, Sir. According to the marketing manager, two more units were sold. Each consists of two bedroom.”

“Hmm.., very good.”

“Betul, Sir. Given the business conditions of the property is not so encouraging lately and our products are included in the premium class.”

The chief director of the mangosteen sign agreed. The look on his face showed a sense of satisfaction with the performance of marketing personnel in his property company. If sales make it to ninety-five percent of total units later this year, I will give them a cash bonus, he promised. Counting in addition to my employees to celebrate the new year and so that they work harder in the future.

“Alright, Mom. Then we go straight to D-Mall. Karin's coming, yeah. Let's know what our apartment project is like and get acquainted with the marketing team,” said Jonathan while turning his face to his new secretary who had been listening quietly since.

The girl nodded and replied politely, “Good, Sir.”

Rosa herself looked agitated and said cautiously, “Before I apologize, sir. Looks like I'm not coming.”

“Lho, why Miss Rosa?” ask his boss to be astonished. During this time his secretary never refused his invitation as long as it is still in the business of work.

The middle-aged woman lowered her head and her cheeks met red. “Anu, Sir. This afternoon it's time for me to fit in bridal fashion with my future husband..”.

“Oh, I see, Ms. Rosa,” replied the leader understood. A bit amused as well he saw the change in expression of his secretary who looked timidly cat.

“I'm sorry yes, sir,” said the woman felt bad. “I made an appointment three weeks ago. At that time there was no schedule from the marketing team for the property exhibition..”.

“It's okay, Miss Rosa. I understand, kok,” said Jonathan while smiling soothing. “After all this is just reviewing the exhibition. I can go alone, kok.”

“Lho, is there Karin, sir? Didn't you say you wanted to introduce him to the marketing team?”