The Perfect Happiness

S2 - Eps 66

Pov Haikal.

After my short message was answered by Clara, we exchanged messages. Until finally my business in this bank is done. Then I immediately returned to my car, put my seat phone next to me and started the car engine and immediately drove to the hospital.

During the trip I thought back to Clara's face. Recalling how early our meeting was.

'I think I'm crazy!' my inner.

Again the two corners of my lips developed that smile. A smile I rarely show. Even this brain always seems to avoid what the heart has said.

'I haven't been like this for a long time, ' my mind again exclaimed.

I quickly drove my car to the hospital. I had to get back busy with the hospital business so I could think clearly. Because to be honest, I'm afraid that what I'm feeling is only a temporary feeling.

When I got to the hospital, I parked my car in the basement. I immediately entered the elevator and headed to my room. It turned out that there was Ranti sitting there.

"Hi, Ran. It's old?" my broom then sat in my chair.

"Well, where did you run out of?"

"From home. What the hell is going on?" I looked at him after turning on my computer.

"Sir papa. Can the cave rest there?" ranti asked again while pointing at the sofa in my room.

I thought for a moment while looking at his hearty face. I asked him how the ER room was doing just before he left here. Then I finally allowed her to use the sofa as a resting place.

Soon my phone rang, this time a short message I heard. I immediately reached into my pants pocket to pick them up and saw who had sent me a message.

Tika: I forgot when my check-up schedule was.

Me : Trus?

Tika : Yes please see dong.

Me : Can call to the lower lobby for nanya. Don't males!

Tika: You're the boss, just click directly can dapet, right?

Me: You think I'm Deddy Corbuzier, you can be magic!

Tika : Ga cool!

I sighed in reply to this one spoiled child's message, shaking my head in flash. Then I stopped responding to Tika. I just had a line of chat lyrics from Clara, no reply.

'Maybe he's busy, ' I thought.

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Tika POVs.

During the trip I contacted Haikal via WhatsApp short message, to ask when my schedule returned to check-up content. But the basic typya Haikal did not want to bother, so he also seemed not to want to be in rempongin.

I let out my breath. Then I returned to my eyes to the front, looking out at the street.

"Why?" suddenly asked Jefrey.

"Why what?" I was confused by the question he had just asked while looking at him.

"You breathed it like it had to. That's why I asked why."

I turned my eyes to the side, looking at him driving. Jefri returned my glare, then his left hand grabbed my hand and grasped it tightly. Then there was a dull sound, as if a sign that the question was asking for an answer.

I let out another breath, then threw it away slowly. My hand returned his grasp, then suddenly Jefri pulled my right hand, bringing him to touch his lips. He kissed the back of my hand. I smile.

"Well, smile!" he said after that while looking at me flash and then focusing again on the steering wheel of his car.

With his hands still clasping each other on my lap, he stomped his hands. "Why?" ask again.

"No papa."

"There must be a lot more that you think. Aye, right?" guess it.

I replied with a nod and said, "I think I'll take my resign!"

As soon as Jefri looked at me many times, he turned to look at the street. I can't believe what I said this time. Jefri took his hand off me, then grabbed the steering wheel. Not a word came out of his mouth, he was just getting faster at the speed of his car.

"I ask your opinion, what if I resign?" ask me again with hope, in order to hear the answer from his mouth..

Jefri put her seat aside, looked at me and stroked my left cheek. I haven't felt her palm caressing this cheek for a long time.

"Are you sure of your decision?" it looks serious.

Hearing that question, I suddenly became worried about my decision plan. I'm used to working. Get used to hectic office routines and busy meeting schedules.

Again I exhaled heavily while looking at him closely.

"Tomorrow the last day I work in my office right now. Trus I'm going to take a day off three days before I get into papa's company. What if we take a vacation?" invite Jefri who now looks at his face to bring joy.

"It won't be that easy I get permission."

"Say you want to resign?" Jefri mocked me with an eyebrow that he deliberately moved.

I hit his shoulder slowly, he laughed with satisfaction. Then he grabbed my hands, pulled them and brought my body into his arms. Hugged me tightly while pecking at the top of my head. One of his hands did not stay still, he stroked my hair gently.

But something is messing with my mind right now. "Darling?" muttered.

Jefri answered him with his typical dehumanization.

"When are you like this?"

"What?"

"I can be late, it's noon, it's still late?" I softly shriveled.

Jefri chuckled softly and then let go of his embrace. Then he kissed me on the forehead before I got out of the car. I did the same thing, only I tasted her sensual lips. That's his weakness with me.

I giggled amusedly at the look on his face after that. Then do not forget I convey my attention to him so as not to speed on the road, heading to his office, he replied with his typical demeanor.

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Not to mention that I was sitting in my work chair, from a distance I saw a maroon-red box lying on my desk, on top of an endless pile of documents that continued to grow.

I walked slowly to my desk with a wrinkled forehead, I put my handbag on the chair. Then I touched the box, my eyes while circulating a look looking for the figure of Metta who had not been seen the trunk of his nose.

Back I lowered my gaze, staring at the maroon box carefully while wondering who the sender was. I pummeled my butt slowly in my soft work seat, still with suspicious thoughts.

Not long after I rested my back on the back of the chair, Metta appeared behind our desk-topped cubicle. Wept over me indifferently. 'I think he's abis kelar meeting with the customer deh!' my mind when I look at the look on his face.

I expressed my intention to ask her about the maroon parcel box on my desk. Then I grabbed the phone in the corner of my desk, tried to contact Rossi in the front lobby of the lower floor of the office.

Tutt..

Tutt..

Tutt..

The sound of a phone call that never managed to connect. 'Maybe Rossi is taking another call, ' I thought.

I took that maroon box off for a moment and turned on my computer. My eyes glanced back at the box at a glance, my heart began to be curious about its contents, not who the sender was. Many times I ignored but many times I glanced back at him. My brain and heart are so out of sync right now. I inhaled a lot of oxygen around me, then exhaled slowly. And I repeated that activity many times.

I decided to grab the box and open it slowly. I found a thin, slippery white paper that wrapped the contents of the box. I opened the paper and I found a luxury Hermes-branded bag, complete with warranty cards and all the whining.

Accidentally, my eyes found a piece of paper stuck behind the lid of the box I had placed next to the box.

I took the paper and opened the fold. Written :

I'd be happy if you would accept my gift. May this gift not be the same fate as the previous gift, which now belongs to someone else.

To, Dana.

I inhaled the oxidant air around me and then sighed slowly. I repeated the move over and over again just to calm my mind, moving my eyeballs to and fro, to simply recall the previous gift sent by him.

I reached for the phone handle on the corner of my desk again, I pressed the intercall number to the receptionist to contact Rossi downstairs. There was Rossi's voice telling me about my phone, and I asked him about 'who delivered the package' to the office?

Rossi simply replied that a driver from an online motorcycle taxi drove him to the lobby table. Even at first the driver forced to give it to me directly. But after Rossi informed me that I was not in place, then the driver relented and immediately leave this box to Rossi. Rossi put it on my desk.

Thank you for the information he gave me while hanging up the phone.

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