THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

XLI Parts

The sun has been smiling for a few minutes. The flowers in Bu Aisyah's small garden look fresh after getting a water flush from a beautiful girl.

Finished watering the flowers in the garden, Via sat on a swing. He seemed to enjoy the beauty of the blooming flowers. While closing your eyes, occasionally inhaled the aroma of roses that are as fragrant as dominating the aroma.

After a few minutes, Via got out of the swing and picked up a book he had placed on a table made from tree roots. Via returns to the swing and starts flipping through the sheets of the book while playing the swing.

He was so excited to read the red book. So engrossed, he did not realize there was someone watching him from earlier. In fact, he was still unaware as the person approached.

"Dek Via," the voice of the call has not yet disperse the preoccupation of Via. His eyes were still staring at the writing on the book he was holding.

"What do kids read, anyway? How can I not hear you call me?"

"Dek Via" called out to him in a louder voice.

"Yeah!" subconsciously, Via replied by shouting.

"Not to scream that. I heard, kok. I'm not deaf. You're the one who's called no nyahut."

"Eh, Mas Farhan. Sorry, Via doesn't know" said Via, looking down embarrassed.

"Read what, anyway? Concentrate until I am not called. If a bomb goes off here, it can't save itself."

"Emm, read another book. Sorry, Mas."

"What book?"

"Fiqih Women. Read more about thoharoh."

"Oh."

"The refrigerator, it was ranting, now it is freezing," said Via in his heart.

"From mother."

"What's up, Mom? Where's the mother?"

Farhan just shrugged and left Via. He went back into the house.

Via also comes down from the swing. He followed Farhan's steps.

"Huh, refrigerator. Being asked well and leaving. Uh, mother, why are you looking for me? Astaghfirullah azim thing, I should help prepare breakfast, why forget?" whispered Via while patting his eel.

When he was about to enter, Via heard the voice of Ms. Aisyah.

"Lho, where's Via? How come not with you? Mother told me to call Via."

"Astaghfirullah hal adzim. Wait a minute, Bun," said Farhan. When he turned around, he immediately looked at the person he was going to call.

"Ni's the one, Bun," Farhan said as he took up a position in the dining chair.

"Oh, the refrigerator was told to call me mother turned out. Why didn't he say? It's like a complete, "inner Via.

"Where are you going? How does cooking keep disappearing?" ask Ms. Aisyah.

"Nyirami flowers, Bun. After that, read the book."

"Yes already, here! We're having breakfast together."

Via sat near Bu Aisyah and Azka. After Ms. Aisyah took the rice for her husband and herself, the others took the rice. Shortly thereafter, the mood was silent. Only occasional clashing of spoons and plates sounds soft.

After finishing the meal on the plate, Mr. Haris opened the conversation.

"Later tonight Mr. Andi wants to come here, Via. There's something to talk to you about."

Via paused his eating activity. He listened to his foster father's talk.

Via just nodded. He was not fully ready to come to think about the company of his late father.

Meanwhile, Farhan and Azka hurriedly finished their breakfast. Drink only a little. Then, they hurried to leave the dining room.

"Farhan's going to the report room. Assalamualaikum."

"Azka to the garage first, Dad, Bun. Azka motor must change oil. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mr. Haris, Ms. Aisyah, also Via simultaneously.

Farhan and Azka left the dining room. It seemed like the two of them were reluctant to get involved in their father's conversation.

"Via, do you want your papa company to rise? At least it can operate well even though it's not as good as it used to be?" ask Mr. Haris.

"Yes, Dad. Via does not see from the side of the magnitude of profit that will be Via can. Via feels sorry that the result of papa's struggle just vanished." Via's voice sounded vibrating. The shadow of PT Wijaya Kusuma's heyday flashed through his mind. Sadness ambushed Via's heart as the shadow flashed by.

"I'm sorry, Via, I didn't mean to bring up the old ones. But, this concerns the future of the company your late father founded."

"Yes, Dad. Via understand."

"Later you come to see Mr. Andi, yes," said Ms. Aisyah.

Via just nodded. He tries to feel her.

"Help Mommy clean the dining table, yuk!" invite Ms. Aisyah to switch the conversation.

Via stood up and carried the dirty dishes and glasses to the back. He was also busy washing the freshly used tableware.

Finished cleaning, Via to the room. Earlier, he picked up the book he had read. While passing through the front of Farhan's room, it just so happened that the door of his room was not closed completely. Via saw the guy sitting pensively on his bed.

"Lho, didn't the refrigerator say you wanted to check the report? It seems like daydreaming. Ah, bodo is very."

He continued his steps to the room. He put a book about fiqh on the study table.

When the night was not too late, a minibus entered the courtyard of the doctor Haris. Shortly afterwards Mr. Andi got out of the car followed by a guy.

They both walked towards the terrace. Just now Mr. Andi's hand is about to hit the bell, the door is opened from the inside.

"Assalamualaikum," said Mr. Andi as soon as he saw the host .

"Waalaikumsalam, come in."

"Thank you, Mum."

They both came in and sat in the living room.

"This is my nephew. His name is Surya."

The guy sitting next to Mr. Andi nodded and smiled. While doctor Haris was a little surprised to see a guy named Surya. However, Mr. Haris tried to cover up.

"I'll call my wife first."

Mr. Haris went in. Just briefly. He went back to see his two guests

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