The Perfect Happiness

S2 - Eps 144

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Jefri POV's.

I was busy holding our daughter, while Tika was giving breast milk to our son.

"Why closed so anyway? What if he's having trouble breathing?" protest me. Tika just glared at me, then she looked back at the boy.

"Why should it be closed?" ask again.

"Let's not get cold!" she looked at me without looking at me in the slightest. I just laughed softly while grinning.

Tokk tokk!

The sound of our bedroom door being knocked. I slowly walked towards the door, then grabbed the doorknob using my hand.

"Eh, mommy. What's up, Mah?"

"Here, sussu for Tika. Ooh, come in, Mah." I let my mother come in directly, come to Tika who is also still not sleeping.

After Mamah gave the sussu to Tika and kissed her grandson, it was now her granddaughter's turn to get a good-night kiss from her oma. I smiled to see him like that. Then he patted me on the shoulder and immediately went back out of the room. Go to his room next to this.

I closed the door again and walked up to Tika who had finished giving her breast milk, then Tika put our baby boy in the middle of the bed and I gave our baby girl to him.

Tika brought her finger closer to her baby's lips, her lips were rattled, which meant she was thirsty. Then Tika again bought her breast again. And I took a position to fall next to our baby boy. While looking at him. Staring at Tika who painstakingly took care of these two twins, our son.

"Darling?" call me. Tika simply replied dejectedly without looking at me.

"Thank you, you want to hang on" I said again, which made him look at me.

Tika smiled, then moved her face, grabbed my cheek and kissed my lips. "I am the one who is grateful."

That night we went through with love and of course the toughest. All of a sudden, both of our children cried at midnight several times. Until I had to get up to pat him, pet him as long as the other was getting breast milk from his mother.

Yeah, I seem to want the two of them to call me dad and call Tika mother.

I also saw the eyes of Tika who while closed still patiently serving our two children. And I don't know why when I saw that it made my heart full. And luckily he also seemed to forget about Dana's problems terrorizing our home.

Yeah, I'm sure it was Dana. Because no one else had so much obsession with Tika. To dare to send various kinds of objects, just to be considered there is a presence.

Suddenly I remembered what Max said, telling me about Dana who had a mental illness like a psychopath. And if I recall all that, it's enough to make my hair stand up.

Not only that night, the following nights we went through the same activities. Care for the twins with love and affection. Even Tika can quickly remember everything taught by mama and Shilla.

Shilla and Mamah also help Tika take care of the twins during the day. If I wasn't home. Working to go to the office. Like today, when I came home to take a break. I found Tika who was fast asleep in her room.

While both of our children were downstairs in Max's room, along with Mom and Shilla. Sometimes Tika also wakes up in the middle of the night even at every hour, just to pump. I must be so tired of being a mother at a time like this.

But never in the slightest did I see him complain or say tired to me. Tika lived everything with happiness that she had long dreamed of. Yes, going through this process was indeed his dream.

"Honey .. wake up," I said as I stroked her cheek and stroked her stomach.

It didn't take long to wake my wife up, she immediately blinked her eyes many times. Then look at me. "I'll go to work first."

"Well, did you have breakfast?" she got up from her sleep to sit down and stand with me.

I rubbed his forehead as well as rubbed the top of his head gently. "Udah, I've had breakfast. Later let me ask bi Mince to bring your breakfast to the room."

"No, let me go down."

"Yes already." I kissed her forehead.

"Don't forget to buy a baby monitor?" message me. I just nodded then grabbed her chin, raised her face to kiss her lips.

But for some reason, I felt something different this morning. I haven't scammed it in a long time. I tuck my tongue for a moment to sip the pleasure of his ripe lips. Which was countered with a small blow to my chest. I tekekeh amused.

"How many days are there?" I grabbed her waist, stuck it on my body.

"What the hell?"

I showered his face with short kisses until he suddenly looked up and passed his sigh. "That's what you want. So how much longer do I have to stay?"

"Where do I count," he said.

For a moment I thought about counting how many days we had. After she gave birth to our baby.

"Are you cold?" tanyanya polo's.

"Well, time doesn't want to."

"But they're not big yet."

I laughed loudly, unconsciously which then Tika's palm immediately silenced my mouth. I pulled her slowly with my laughter winding down. "Can't make a child."

Instantly the look on Tika's face met, red blushing. Which he then hid in my chest. I peeked at the top of his head.

"There work, it will be late," he said sayup-sayup, still in the same position.

"And the office has me, late boss is natural. What's unnatural is you, tell me to work but hug it tight." I'm nailing.

Buk up!

Tika hit my chest again. I like it which doesn't change when I try to tease him. Then I slipped my finger back on the nape of his neck and then smacked his lips, tucked my wound to sip it. Sweeping a little bit of my longing at the touch I used to do. Then I say goodbye.

"Udah, don't anter me down is also okay." Then I immediately left her, headed to the office.

***

After two hours I spent checking back the awkward financial statement documents in my opinion, I finally found out where the irregularities were. And not long after that my phone suddenly rang.

🎶

Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost

Let me out first

Can't get what we want without knowin'

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Figure out where we're growingin'

🎶

I wanted to ignore the ringtone called Talk from a singer named Khalid. But it didn't seem to be able to after seeing whose name appeared on the front screen. Papa's calling.

I immediately grabbed the thin object, then swiped the green button on its screen to receive the phone call. And stick the tip of that thing to my ear.

"Hallo?"

Papah's voice echoed from across there. He said that he also found the irregularities contained in the file I sent this morning. And he has never made any money withdrawals in the intended month. I was surprised to hear that story.

Then my dad explained it to me. If at that time papa was busy taking care of his new subsidiary. Indeed, in some dates there are withdrawals but it is done once a fortnight, not once a week as stated.

"Who did the withdrawal on April 12 last year?"

Papa just said that he did not withdraw some of the money on the date I mentioned. It's just two days after that date, it's true papa did it.

Again I was surprised to hear papa's words. After I ended my phone call with him.

I immediately grabbed the internal phone handle of the office. Then press the office extension number to contact the financial and financial department of the office. After a long wait, someone finally got my call.

"Hallo's? Please provide financial statements these past two years huh? I'm waiting in my room right now." Without waiting for a response from the person, I immediately disconnected the phone.

After waiting for a while with uneasy feelings, the head of the finance division finally knocked on the door of my room and I invited him to come in. He gave me a map that contained several sheets of paper with various numbers printed on it.

"Please also email me in detail about the notes or anything that is a proof of transaction from company expenses and income." I strictly ask for all those reports. Fortunately, the head of the finance division of this company was a man. So it was impossible if she cried when I asked her firmly like this.

"What does that include with the employee's pay breakdown slip, sir?"

"Yes, everything for the past two years," I said once again, pointing the documents at the table.

"Okay, sir, I'll send it right away."

No more words are coming out of my mouth right now. I just told him to get out of my room using my hand-delivering gesture a few times.

"Okay, excuse me, sir."

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Long enough I went back to tracing data after data, retreating from month to month before. Just to search since when there was this obscure withdrawal of money. The nominal is a little, but it is always there every month.

I again grabbed the phone and pressed the extension number again into the finance division.

"Hallo, I asked for another report two years earlier than I asked for earlier. By email only. I wait." I hung up the phone again.

All is clear if the withdrawal was made over the past two years. I just wanted to check again in previous years. Until I found out when the illegal withdrawal was made.

Once the data comes back in and I go back to check it out. It turned out that it had been thirty-two months for the withdrawal to take place. And just imagine, every month the nominal is always the same, which is Rp. 12500000

I was dumbfounded, gaping wide accepting this reality. And his beard again, all the evidence is scolding on my own parents. I'm squeezing my hair. And without a second thought, I immediately turned off my computer and tidied up the files strewn across my desk. Then I leave the office immediately.

In a fit of rage I closed the car door and turned on my engine and stepped on the accelerator, darting away to my parents' house.

My mind is so fucked. How not?

Papa said that he was not aware of the withdrawal transaction, while the evidence in my hands all led to him.

If so, obviously yesterday the company almost went bankrupt. On the one hand, there was money that turned out to disappear without a trace. Then on the other hand, papa also invests in its subsidiaries that spend quite a lot of money.

At full speed I stepped on the gas pedal. I want to go to papa's house soon.

It took me about seventeen minutes to get to my house. Then I brought along some of the documents I had earlier from the office's finance division.

"Belgium ... Papa!" I cried so opening the front door.

I walked straight to the living room and found my mom sitting there watching television.

"Well, Dul, how are you here? How are you doing?" Seen the look of the confused face of the mother who saw me coming to this house.

"Good, Ma. Where's papa?"

"Tuh, in the back. Talk to Mr. Hardi again." Mama pointed her index finger back.

"What's? Why did Mr Hardi come here?" Instantly my anger was rising.

"Hust, you can't say that! If the ferocity of Mr. Hardi is not good." Mama rebuked me for what was so rude.

I just poked my mouth. My breath slowly began to cramp. I saw a glass of mama's drink lying on the table in front of her. I decided to take the glass and look at the contents with one lift. Before I finally set my foot in the backyard. To meet oapa and Mr. Hardu there. I don't know what they're talking about!

'Hopefully papa didn't tell me about what I'm currently investigating, ' my inner self.

I put the drinking glass back on the table in front of my mom, accompanied by the hard punch I got from my mom.

MY DAD!!

Mama hit me hard on the shoulder until I grimaced in pain. Then stroked roughly my own shoulder with my other palm.

"Aw!! Sick, Ma!!" I was irresistible.

With her flat face, she replied, "Don't be a bad boy! Take a drink of your own right there in the back. Already have a child the behavior hasn't changed."

I immediately left my mother in the living room and hurried to walk to the backyard. While carrying the documents earlier.

Not until my footsteps in the doorway leading to the backyard, I heard that Mr. Hardi was talking about a secretary's proposal for me. I have missed my meeting time and time again.

I put all my documents on the table next to the door. Then I took a voracious breath then exhaled it then definitely stepped out toward them.

"Eh, there's Mr. Hardi here anyway." I admonished him while peeping one of papa's cheeks. Then I threw my ass down and sat next to Papa. On a double sofa. While Oak Hardi sat on a single sofa on the other side of papa.

"Ngapain, Sir? Papa's jengukin huh?" tanyaku sok know sok familiar.

I can see his face that seems to have changed a little. Getting a little more tense. It's not as subtle and as free as it was when I didn't show up. I also saw the young man who several times confirmed his sitting position. Uncomfortable as a woman who is under the patch. Fidgety!

"Emm, anu, yes, this is a gengho. I haven't been here in a long time either. Always busy with the office." At first he stuttered to say his sentence but after that he got used to it again. But still I can catch that gelagatnya.

Papa patted me on the thigh, "Here you are, Mr. Hardi said you often miss meetings. So you need a secretary. What did Mr. Hardi say."

I knit next to my eyebrows. Hearing papa say that I can only smile thinly.

"Let the work you are doing now, your secretary will do it. You're quite an attendee of important meetings. Trus do other business let Mr. Hardi help. That's right, sir?" ask papa.

'Huh! Help what? Look out for it until it turns out that embezzlement is he who is practicing, 'my mind is upset.

"And papa himself knows, I've been skipping nowhere. I take care of my own family. Not taking care of people's families," I said with great emphasis at the end of my sentence. Insinuate the old man.

"Yes already then, the advice of Mr. Hardi you accept. You don't have to be tired of finding a secretary. All hand over the same Mr. Hardi. You take it all right. Wouldn't it taste good?" papa said again, laughing.

I just smiled wryly. 'Yes receive clean, so clean everything is taken over by him, ' decak annoyed me in the heart.

"Let's go, Pa! I need to think. Just a few months ago fired a useless employee. Now accept the secretary anyway?!" I still insist on avoiding everything, denying the advice of Mr. Hardi.

Unfortunately, I was a son of a father and inherited the same eleven twelve traits as him. Be a papa who also remains keukeuh with the approval of the Hardi sir. Papa was still tough, forcing me to accept the secretary that Mr. Hardu had chosen for me.

"Pa, yes. Don't talk about this. There are more important things that must be discussed. While this can follow later," I said very firmly, then stood up, leaving papa and Pak Hardi without saying goodbye.

I immediately stepped my foot, taking back some of the files I had placed on the table next to the door. Then walk up the stairs and into my room. Lock the door, lock yourself in there and call my wife.

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