This Story is called Love

Chapter 11 Decision

Qanita stared at her HP screen, it felt like she had tired of crying until her eyes were swollen. She was confused as to why she should cry and what she was crying about. After a third of the night he spent telling the owner of his heart and his life was now a little calmer. The time showed at 04:00, as soon as he prepared to perform the Fajr prayer.

After performing the Fajr prayer he continued with his regular activities. It did not feel like the time had shown at 06:50, which meant that he had to get ready for his office immediately. Opening the gate of the house, immediately then his gaze led to one of the houses where someone he hated. Long noticed the house, hoping for something but I don't know what it is.

When he was about to take his eyes off the house, suddenly came out a male figure in a fast suit and was walking towards a car whose door had been opened by Andri. Now that their gazes met, Arsen stared with a look of disappointment and despair while Qanita with a flat gaze and her eyes in a puffy state, but her face revealed a thin smile, whether seen or not by Arsen. Then return to the front of the house to install a helmet and drive the motor.

The car that picked up Arsen is now passing through Qanita's house, he sees the girl who is getting ready to go to the office. Seeing that Qanita is doing well makes Arsen's heart feel pain again.

“Am I that way worthless ? Is my feeling so worthless ? Why does he look okay ? While I fucked up ?” Inner Arsen with his blank look.

Andri who was driving his attention was diverted to his superior, who had seen so glum. He wanted to ask, but now was not the right time.

“Aduh, why else this young boss. If the mood is anchur can-can his speech also join ancur.” Thought Andri while swallowing his saliva.

***

Qanita deliberately as if she did not see an Arsen car passing through her house, is now smiling a little, but I don't know what she had in mind.

“Hopefully this is best for us. For me, for you, and for him. Let's make peace with the past and with ourselves.” Mumbled.

“Bu, Anit departs well. Assalamualaikum.” Pamphitt.

“Waalaikumussalam, be careful well son. Ntar home do not be late, remember ntar night.” Maya said, as she walked from inside the house to Qanita.

Qanita simply threw a small smile and closed her eyes, nodding. A sign that she obeyed her mother's words. He left and was ready to split the road to his office.

***

Qanita was getting ready to attend the meeting with some karywan in charge on their parts. This is a regular meeting held every month to discuss the development of his office. The meeting was also followed by his father Abdillah who was the owner of the place where he worked.

When Qanita was working out the files she would bring to the meeting which would start in fifteen minutes. Suddenly there was a knock on the door from across the room.

Tok tok tok tok

“Iya, login.” Without looking at the door.

“Anit.” Sapa Abdillah as she walks into Qanita's room.

“Dad, what's up ? Why come to Anit's room?”

“No way, own child's room ? This is my father's kator. So like dad dong.” Timpal Adbdillah with a smile on his face.

“Iya can dong well. I mean Anit tuh tuh growen dad here. Will you hold a meeting, right?” Qanita defended herself.

“Someone you want to ask son to you.” Abdillah.

“What's well ? Is as important as that until the father himself who visited Anit room. Usually if there is something important Anit asked to go to the room father.”

“How to ? Do you already have an answer about that ?” Ask Abdillah directly.

Qanita understood what her father meant. Now he looked at his father with a sweet smile, but a moment later he shrugged his shoulders lightly. Abdillah who saw his son's response was made to shake, and did not force Qanita to be frank.

“Oh yes. Have you met Arsen a lot lately ? Father often met him in the mosque at dawn and usually also when Magrib to Isya.”

Hearing her father mention Arsen's name, Qanita immediately knitted her eyebrows together and looked at her father in full search.

“Why did dad ask him?” Qanita asked as she walked towards the seat beside her father.

“No, nothing. Dad just asked. Is he really going to take care of his headquarters ? Not that all this time he is more happy to take care of the branch office in the city where he studied it?” Ask Abdillah again.

“Iya well Anit, why also father ask you that. Mending to Saad. I see him almost every day in Masijid.” Cerocos Abdillah realized that he was asking the wrong person.

“Naaaah, that dad know right.” Said Qanita with a faint smile. “Hmmm, since when do you like to ask questions about him ?”

“It's already ! The meeting will soon begin let's go to room.” Abdillah said as he moved from his seat, and left Qanita who was still dumbfounded because his father's answer did not match the question given.

“Don't forget your files.” Timpal Abdillah is back.

“Iya well.” Qanita walked towards her desk.

“Dad why the hell kepo so much with him, the feeling yesterday-yesterday father is not that. In fact, I think my father is more indifferent to him than to the indifference of me to him. It must be nothing.” Inner Qanita followed Abdillah walking towards the meeting room. Along the way to the meeting room everyone who saw the father and son gave friendly smiles and greetings as a sign of their respect.

***

Arsen, who had shown a less friendly face, was pensive in front of the desk in his room. Arsen had not long worked at the head office, it does not mean that rumors that he would scold anyone who made a mistake when he was in a mood, spread the employees where he is now.

Sometimes Andri tried to entertain his superiors, but there was even he got a ball throw from Arsen. Andri showed a smile towards him, making Arsen think that he was insinuating and seemed to know what was in Arsen's mind at the moment. Finally Andri was told to be quiet and immediately he did not dwell then choose to continue the work.

Although there have been countless times Andri got a throw of the ballpin from Arsen, did not make it deterrent. In fact, the longer Andri the more happy to tease the boss. According to him, flirting with Arsen who is sometimes silly is like there is a sensation of its own. Arsen and Andri's desk was in one room. It was done to make it easier for them to discuss about anything, especially the matter of Arsen's father's company. Simultaneously making it easier for Andri to judge Arsen.

“Ndri, have you sent that report to my email ?” Arsen asked while checking his email back and forth, to distract him and his mind. But he was not influenced by Andri.

“Ndri ?”

“Ndri, you didn't hear me ? You are busy doing what?” Call Arsen the third time. “Jeez Andri, mending tomorrow you do not need to go to the office again deh, Ndri.” Arsenic.

“Why is the boss ? Am I allowed to take a holiday ?” Andri said directly, while looking at his superiors after hearing Arsen's statement.

“Iya, holiday for ever. Trus whistling in the ear so you can hear if someone calls you.” Arsen replied, getting upset.

“Laaah, that's the boss who told me to shut up. Yes I am silent.” Andri defended herself.

“Ndriiii, really you well. Make sure you are well you.” Arsen began to get emotional.

“Iye iye, this I send boss.” Answer Andri.

“Tuh ear don't pop in.” Arsen said without looking at Andri, and began to get busy with the report he had just received.

Andri just saw Arsen at a glance “Began to chatter again. Angry is no longer clear. What else is PMS time well ? But he's a guy. Ah bodo very important my drawing numbers increased.” Thought Andri who ended with a smile as soft as he could and continued his work.

***

The end of the meeting at Abdillah's office coincided with a time of rest. Qanita was tidying up the files that were in front of her. When he was about to leave the room, his shoulders suddenly felt patted.

Puk puk

Qanita who was so shocked just turned around and it turned out that the father was patting her on the shoulder.

“Remember night well nak.” Abdillah said with a faint smile.

“Yes, yes dad. Anit remember.”

“All decisions are in your hands son, think carefully.” Abdillah's Advice.

“Udah ah well, I want to pray trus eat gado-gado dikantin.” Qanita said and left the smiling Abdillah looking at her son's back.

“Dad sad and happy son. If you accept it then the daughter of the father will be immediately redacted it means that there will be another hand that will lead you, the shoulder that will be your back, which will be your back, a mouth that will advise when you make a mistake and a heart that will love you sincerely. I leave everything to you son, whatever your decision and choice may be happy always with you.” Abdillah's mind was unaware of a drop of clear fluid flowing from the corner of his right eye.