The Voice of the Husband

Little missy

The loneliness that approached brought the man with one child at a time when he really did not want a life.

Three times a week, he visits regularly. To meet the owner of his heart who has passed away. That's the way he took it so that the emptiness that was seeping in slowly dissipated.

A sprinkling of roses looks fresh on the headstone. There's a bouquet of flowers there. Still fresh and beautiful. Special decoration among other headstones.

"I'll be back in two days baby." Kissing was always routine before coming home from the funeral.

Under the black umbrella, the man of one child walked alone among the gravestones around him. Sometimes he looks. Smiling, as if the person he expected would return his smile like before.

The car door opened when a few more steps arrived. The umbrella was handed over to the driver. He's aboard. Close the door and sit in silence. His eyes focused forward. Waiting for the driver to put an umbrella in the trunk of the car.

"Neng Yumna said he cried sir." the driver told him when he started driving away from the TPU.

"Well, we go to the office" he said.

Cars drive on crowded highways at moderate speeds. Several times to get there quickly. Fortunately, the distance between the TPU and the office is not so far away. Twenty minutes to arrive.

Naren, the one-child widower immediately entered the office after the car arrived in the lobby. Started with his two bodyguards to the floor where he worked, the tenth floor.

Hearing the notification from the driver certainly makes Naren worried about anything happening with his little daughter. Even if it is a normal thing. But, anyway when she heard her daughter cry she immediately felt worried.

The door opened quickly. His eyes immediately fell on the two women sitting on the sofa of his study. He pecked, when he found out his little daughter was asleep in the arms of a woman he did not know.

"Is that right, Yumna was crying when I wasn't in the office?" ask her to the secretary and baby sister.

The bespectacled gray-clothed woman got up from her seat. Duck down as a sign of respect before answering. "Rubber, sir. But now it's quiet. Miss Yumna was already sleeping when she was carried by Ms. Nara, the company's client."

Naren looked at the slumbering face of his daughter who was seen sleeping soundly. Never had she seen her little daughter sleep so comfortably as to sleep in someone's arms.

His eyes were then fixed on the beautiful face that was staring at him. "Are you the CEO of the Firm Group branch?" I asked a little nervous.

"really. That's me." Nara wanted to get up, greeting the man who would cooperate with her. "Sit down." Hearing that, he sat back down.

Naren sits in a single seat. He held out his hand as a sign of introductions. Or the usual office people say it is the initial relationship of cooperation between two companies.

"Sorry it's been a hassle."

Nara nodded, she smiled. "No papa. I happen to be here. So, I can help calm this little lady down." she pulled the nose of a tiny baby in her arms. Feeling anxious when dealing with a child.

Naren smiled forcefully. Feeling bad for his client who is bothered with his little daughter.

"This little lady was thirsty. He should have drunk ASI. Do not give formula milk too often. It's not good for his development. All must be a draw" said Nara, telling Naren at once to share the knowledge he got from his mother.

Hearing the words, Naren spoke through his heart. She also did not want her little daughter to only be given formula milk. But how else? ASI that should be given to the growth and development of his daughter can not be obtained. The owner of the ASI is gone, forever. Then, who should he ask?

"Ah yeah, where's the stroller?"

"There, ma'am. Let me take it first." Immediately the woman who was originally a secretary and now doubles up as a baby sister walked towards the corner of the room. Pushing an expensive stroller owned by his boss's son.

"Sleep well, little lady." Nara put Yumna to bed in the stroller with great caution. Pat gently a few times so that the tiny baby is comfortable. After that, he sat back down.

"Let's start the meeting."

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Seeing his daughter who was always calm in the arms of the beautiful, strong and spirited woman made him sure. That it was a sign.

Yumna's comfortable, she needs a surrogate mother. Breastfeeding her, petting her and giving her genuine affection. He's so sure of that.

One day, he saw the woman who had recently filled his mind sitting alone on a park bench behind the office. His legs went back and forth, shaken several times. It was arranged with his breath. Zigzags.

"Assynolajet. Sorry to interrupt." she said hello first when the distance was close. I hope it doesn't surprise the beautiful woman.

Nara turned her head, looking at the man who was standing in a suit that looked dignified. "Vaalaikumsalam. No." he replied. This time I can't smile like I did at the office.

"May I sit down?" Naren. Asking Nara for permission, her hand pointed towards the empty bench.

"Please."

Naren happily sat down. Distance is the middleman. Nervous to get into that moment. I don't know why. In the office, everything is normal.

Or is this what we call different?

If you have dealt with the office, all are required to be professional. This applies to all of their workers. Including the leader who is an example.

If it's out of the office, it's a different matter. Freer. It is not easy if you are not used to it. But because of habituation, it becomes common.

"Are there any complaints that you would like to make after a month in cooperation with the branch of Firm Group?" Nara is trying to be professional with her company's clients.

Said grandma, must be careful on clients who are not necessarily good. It might be good, if it comes to work. Different again if it is outside the business of work, it can be good or not.

My grandmother was once tricked. His client knew about his personal problems, using it all to threaten the office. Since then, the grandmother insisted on her family to be more careful with strangers.

"Alhamdulillah does not exist." Naren. He's honest.

"Then? Is there any important business?"

"Maybe if outside the company doesn't have to be that formal." without a doubt, Naren said. Wish the pashmina veiled woman knew.

"Ohhh... Okay-okay...." Nara nodded, understanding what Naren meant.

"Where's little lady? She's not coming?" tanyanya. Either miss or just want to see how things are going. Is it okay?

"Yumna's in the hospital" answered Naren.

"Why can? She sick? A fever?" like a mother, Nara was worried.

Seeing the reaction from Nara, Naren's lips revealed a sweet smile.

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