The Married With Ketos

The Married With Ketos
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MIKA can still survive even though Arga has disappeared since a week ago. He even continues to concern himself with the committee he follows or follow SMEs that are quite attention-grabbing so that the time is not always about Arga


" Lo already connected to the host of the show, right,” asked Mona. the Head of Public Relations.


“Udah, Brother. But I want her to be picked up. There are no vehicles he said,” replied Mika.


Mona nodded. “Ya already, it's a simple matter,” Mona said. “Lo has contacted the treasurer yet,”


Mika shakes.


“Now you connect the treasurer. Continue to mintain payment for the Host. Tell us who will give money directly.”


Mika nodded Understand. “OK, Brother. If so, I go to the treasurer first.”


Mona nodded and went back to observing the file in front of her. Then Mika passed from before Mona and looked around the room to find the treasurer. And when Mika caught her silhouette, did not wait for a long time she then approached her.


“Kak, can say,” ask Mika.


The Treasurer looked up. “Eh yes, you what division,”


“I public relations division, Kak.”


The Treasurer nodded.


“There Need what,”


“Gini Kak, I was told by Kak Mona to ask for funds to pay the Host. You will later advise him from PRas directly.”


Icha the Treasurer nodded his head in a listening sign. “Bby deh.” Then he reached into the envelope that was in his backpack. “Nih, ntar y'all mean just love ya. No more confirmation.”


Mika received the envelope.


“OK, Brother. Thanks.”


Mika passed from there and went back to Mona. “Nih Kak, said Kak Icha later Do not need to confirm again.”


Mona took the envelope.


" Yes, your work today is done. You can Go home. But tomorrow, don't forget to come. Ntar that you are tired here and there Pas day H instead Ngak dateng.”


Mika smiles. “Sure, Brother.”


“Then I go first, Brother,” Pamit Mika.


Mona nodded. Mika grabbed her backpack then draped it on her shoulder. Then he started to step out of the meeting room.


“Lo wants to go home,” Suddenly the sound from the side surprised him.


Mika turned. “Eh, yes, Brother.”


“Gue anter.”


Aldi sighed. “Ya Udah ati-ati.”


Mika nodded. “I first.”


Mika continued her steps. To accompany his loneliness, he reached into a cellphone in his pants pocket. But it seems like it was his biggest mistake. Because when he opened his cell phone lock, which plastered there is a photo of Arga. Mika closed her eyes. He can still survive even though in fact there is no news from Arga this week.


Mika decided to go home with an angkot ride. Reason is only one, let him arrive long.


And the plan failed miserably because the angkot he was riding only took 10 minutes to get to his house, as if nature also supports to make him dissolved in grief. When she got home, Mika did not know what to do. He just wanted to close his eyes and wake up in the morning. Or if he can, he wants to skip tonight.


Upon reaching the room, Mika fell silent again. This silence slowly killed him. Mika took her phone out again. He plans to contact his friends, who knows his mood is back again.


The first person Mika would contact was Satya.


“Hallo,” greet voice at the end there.


“Again you,”


“Be, enteraran first yes I again have class,” whispered Satya as slow as possible.


Mika smiled wryly. “Oke.”


Mika sighed. The second is Raina.


Until the fifth Call, Raina could not be reached. Maybe he was busy too. Then he switched to Firdan's contact.


“Hallo,” Firdan said.


“Again you,”


“Mik, I'm matiin first yes phone. This is me again quiz, hapenya again I use to search,” whispered.


Mika clucking. “Hubbing lu.”


Mika sighed. There's no way he's calling Ibay. Being in the military academy, it must be forbidden to bring a mobile phone.


Then lastly, he would contact Sela.


“Hallo,” Sela said.


“Again Lu,”


“Mik, pause, I matiin first yes. I'm in a meeting again, I'll call again if it's done.”


“Oke.”


Mika again took her breath. In the end, he was alone here. Distance is cruel, it just drowns all memories.


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