The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 23: Misunderstanding.

Mesha picked up some white Cambodian flowers that fell not far from the cemetery gate. Then he spread the flowers over the mound of Giyan's tomb. His sudden visit made Mesha forget to buy flowers for nyekar. He fixed his sagging veil in the afternoon breeze. For a moment, the girl lowered her head. Pray for the body that lives underground.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas Gi .. sorry to come again. I'm in good health. Father, mother .. everything. But, it's been a long time that Grisa or Mr. Wir or my mother didn't see me. Maybe they're busy, I call it ...."

Mesha continued to speak, as if he was talking to Giyan. There was no growing love in the girl's heart for Giyan. However, Mesha looked comfortable talking like that.

Until the eve of the surup, Mesha had just left the public funeral. His heart was so relieved.

"Can't you, Mas? If ever, I'd be happy without you ...." As Mesha said in front of Giyan's pusara as he left.

The aura of calmness that radiated from Mesha's face as he entered the house, made Mayang and Bagas breathe a sigh of relief.

"Washing your hands is like washing your feet, isn't it Cha?"

"Already, Mom. In the water tap ahead."

"Oh, thank goodness I remember." Mayang smiled with relief.

Mesha enters the room to prepare for the bath, while Mayang, starts preparing dinner for his family.

Out there, the sky began to darken. The orange red tinge made the sky glow that evening. A gentle breeze swept through the leaves that made a rustling sound like a beautiful melody.

After dinner, Mesha brought a folding table to the back porch of the house. Looking at the fish that swam here and there, the girl peeked at the sheets of paper before her. He sat down to save his feet. His long black hair, curled high with antique wood carving konde skewers.

"Have a lot of office work started, Cha?" The mother's soft voice, suddenly made Mesha turn her face.

"Mmm .. yes, Ma'am. But Echa's lucky, there's Mas Sakha who helps sometimes."

"Sakkha? Wh who? Work buddy?"

"Yes, Mom. Who else?"

"Oh .. Do you want to make tea or coffee, Nduk?"

"No, Mom. If Echa wants to, make it yourself."

"Ah, yes it is. Later if it's late, chepet-cepet in yes! Don't be outside!"

Mesha nodded at the words of his mother.

Dahi Mesha frowned while researching a financial statement of procurement of goods. Some numbers always do not match the initial archive or existing receipts. The girl kept flipping through page after page trying to keep matching.

"There was cheating ... but, where could Mas Sakha be?" mumbles Mesha.

The night air was getting colder, making Mesha start shivering. The girl decided to quit her job and went into the room. After finishing the papers and books, he left. Moments after breaking down her body, the girl had not been able to sleep. He kept thinking, who cheated the financial statements in his village office.

"I have to make sure to go straight to Mas Sakha tomorrow. Don't pantes if it's bad to think the same person as him." Mesha muttered to himself.

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The next day, Mesha tries to find the right time to talk directly, four-eyed with Sakha. It made the girl look nervous. At lunchtime, Sakha, who was always watching Mesha's movements, approached the girl.

"Mscha's sister is sick or what? How are you getting so nervous?" sakha asked as she stood in front of Mesha's desk.

The woman who was spoken to turned her head over here. Then he stood up and brought his face closer.

"Mas, I have something to ask you. But, don't be heard by the others." Mesha began to speak with a low volume of voice.

Hearing Mesha's words and the beautiful face approaching, Sakha's heart beat even more. The man imagined such a romantic thing.

"Bi—can ... to the archive room only, usually there is empty, Ma'am." Sakha tries to hide her gnawing, but fails. He even hit the edge of the table as he walked towards the archive room. Mesha covered his mouth, laughing at what his co-worker was going through.

After feeling safe, Mesha started talking to Sakha. He still lowered the volume of his voice.

"Mas, be honest with me ...." Mesha's words stopped for a moment. This made Sakha even more misunderstood.

"Ju—jur? About what, Ma'am?" Sakha begins to think that Mesha is asking about her feelings.

Mesha offers a map. Sakha is getting confused.

"What is this, Ma'am?" ask Sakha.

"Please, Mas Sakha is honest. Was it Mas Sakha who manipulated the financial records of the procurement of goods a few months ago?" This time Mesha spoke directly about the meaning of his question.

But Sakha instead laughed while patting her own eel.

"What's so funny, Mom?"

"No, no Ma'am .. just want the same silly thing. Sorry!"

"So, Mas Sakha isn't it?"

Sakha was still smiling at the silly thought that had crossed her mind. But when he realized Mesha was still looking at him while waiting for answers to come out of his mouth, he faded a smile.

"No, Ma'am," Sakha replied with a stern and serious look.

"Thank God .. but, who do you think, Mom?"

"Try a check, Ma'am. Report dates that look awkward. Sakha paused for a moment, then continued her words, "So because of this, Madam Mesha is looking for a place to talk?"

Mesha.

Sakha laughed again. He really felt the thing he was thinking was so funny.

"Mas Sakha why the hell? Laughing continues. Is there anything strange about my face?"

Sakha.

"Or is Mas Sakha in love again? Hayooo .. same Sister Risa?"

"Don't you know, Ma'am!"

Now it was Mesha's turn to laugh, while Sakha was amazed to see the laughter of the girl before her.

Sakha's heart is increasingly fascinated with beautiful creatures who are still busy researching sheet by sheet.

"Here, take a look, Mum! Who wrote this?" sela Mesha's.

"Eh .. it .. at that time, I was the handle, but for God's sake, I didn't tamper with it, Ma'am."

Mesha tapped his cheek gently with his index finger, thinking.

"Do you need to report to Pak Lurah, Mas?" ask Mesha.

"Don't you, Ma'am. Find the culprit first and solid evidence. Just reported to mr. lurah."

"All right." Mesha nodded in agreement.

"Udah, come out yuk, Mas! Later on here we will be afraid to think we are doing anything," continued Mesha.

"Yes, Mommy."

The two people in the archive room were out in order. Without the two of them noticing, there was a pair of eyes that were watching them with sharp and suspicious gazes.

"A break time is still there, Ma'am. Let's get some food first!" bring Sakha.

"By, Mas."

"Cieeee .. ahem! Which is getting closer!" goda Radit when he passed the two men earlier.

"What the hell?" elak Sakha's.

Connect ....