True Said Mamah

Chapter 39

Raka's vehicle is parked in front of the Grissham Company building. He came down and opened the door for Mr. Kemal. Afterwards, Raka and her superior walked towards the elevator. All the employees bowed and greeted the number one person in the company.

"What's my schedule today?" asked Mr. Kemal to his assistant, after sitting in his great chair.

"Today you have a meeting with Permata Advertising, to discuss the advertising of hotel buildings in the city of S, as well as lunch, sir," replied Raka.

"good. Prepare everything."

"Oiya mister, the next 5 days will be held a birthday party of Wima Group company. I have received the invitation as well. But sir .... ." Raka stopped her sentence.

Mr. Kemal looked at Raka while frowning.

"Aren't we going to Japan the day before?" asked Raka, connecting her words.

Mr. Kemal nodded slowly.

"We're focused on Japan. For the Wima Group celebration, let me think about it," said Mr. Kemal.

"Okay sir" said Raka.

***

The maamah Yati nursery.

"Well, I met Septy. He took me to Wima Group's corporate birthday party. Don't know who owns Wima Group?" anan said, then asked.

Mamah Yati just shook her head.

"So, Wima Group is a company owned by the parents of Arya sir. Mamah still remember what Mr. Arya said the other day?" beber Anan, then asked again.

This time Mamah Yati nodded.

"What about Anan, how about mah?" Anan asked for his mother's advice.

Mamah Yati smiled. "Follow your heart, dear. Rest assured, the heart will always lead us to the good."

"Honestly, Anan was doubtful to Mr. Arya. But seeing his seriousness the other day, Anan got scared. Afraid of disappointing Arya. Should Anan take Arya back mah?"

"If you accept Arya back it means you go to the party as Aryan's fiancee. But if you don't and you stay there, it means you're leaving as Septy's friend."

Mamah Yati stared fixedly at Anan. "May you ask me something?"

Anan hesitated.

"How do you feel about Arya? Do you still like it or even still love it?" ask mamah Yati gently.

Anan sighed and fixed the location of his glasses.

"Actually, Anan still likes and loves Mr. Arya, mah. Although Anan has tried to brush off this taste, but this feeling is always there," replied Anan clumsy.

"You understand, baby. Mamah just doesn't want my daughter to be disappointed anymore. You don't want to get hurt, baby. Mamah hoped, this time Arya was really serious."

To be honest, there are many things that are worried about Mamah Yati, about Anan's relationship with Arya. Anan and Arya are not worth it. Like heaven and earth. Mamah Yati was afraid that Arya would not get used to it later. Not to mention Arya who had once disappointed her daughter. It is my heart that Yati is worried about it.

"Oiya mah, Anan left for the store first. Lots of orders today." Anan landed a kiss on his mama's forehead. Then grab her bag, cell phone, and motor key.

"You need not worry. God willing, Anan will be fine, "Anan calmed his mother, then said his greetings, and passed from there.

Mamah stared at her daughter's departure until she disappeared behind the door.

"Oh my God, I don't know why I feel bad every time my daughter says 'fine'. And why do I feel like something bad is going to happen. O Allah. I always ask for your protection. Take care of my daughter for me, amen."

Anan was riding his motorcycle as usual. Not slow, not fast. The traffic light was red, Anan stopped just behind the zebra cross line. At the same time, a Toyota Camry sedan stopped right next to him.

Aryan Mamih, Clara, who was in the sedan, while talking to Lexa through her phone, accidentally saw Anan.

"Anan? That's Anan, right?" he muttered, but it could be heard by Lexa's ears.

"Hello aunt. Who means aunt? Anan's? Don't you want to meet me at the restaurant for lunch?"

Lexa's words on the phone are ignored by Clara. Clara was busy watching Anan's appearance.

"Hello. hello aunt." Lexa keeps calling Clara on the phone.

"Yeah Lexa."

"Tante's okay, right?"

"Yes, auntie is good."

"Then, why is aunt silent? Earlier, Lexa heard her aunt call Anan. Which one is anan?" Lexa begins to suspect, Anan whom Clara means is the same Anan she had in mind.

"That's. Anan was Aryan's student."

Not wrong anymore.

"Auntie knows him too?"

"Well, you know him too?"

Instead of answering Lexa's question, Clara asked back.

"Yes aunt. I swear, it's a really nice village girl," said Lexa.

"What do you mean he's a village?"

"That's because she's a village girl."

"real aunt. Not just a village, he's poor. Proof, he went to college on a scholarship. Isn't poor his name when college is paid for?" swear Lexa with her arrogance.

"Yes, Lexa, aunt close first."

Clara frowned at the thought of Lexa's words. He had not yet turned his eyes away from Anan. Until finally his vehicle and Anan's vehicle drove because of the green traffic light. And they split up at the crossroads.

"What's Lexa really saying? But that time I met Anan at Sandra's Jewerly. And there he was not as a shopkeeper, but a buyer. He even bought two diamonds at once. If he is poor, where can he buy diamonds from? Except, if he's the mistress of a rich man with a runny nose. Iii...!"

Clara shuddered in horror at the thought of her own muttering.

***

The Ananda restaurant.

Mr. Wijaya who was waiting for his wife's arrival, accidentally saw the arrival of Mr. Kemal at the entrance. He then stood up and approached Mr. Kemal accompanied by his assistant and driver.

"Well...! What dream was I last night to meet with Mr. Kemal today," said Mr. Wijaya smiling while shaking Mr. Kemal's hand.

"Mr Wijaya could have," said Mr. Kemal, who also smiled.

"Want to have lunch too?" ask mr. Wijaya.

"Yes that's it. But we'll meet first."

"Oh, yes, I have. Please, please sir," said Mr. Wijaya.

"Sir, enjoy your lunch" said Mr. Kemal.

Mr. Wijaya returned to his seat again. Meanwhile, Mr. Kemal and Raka walked towards a special room that is intended for entrepreneurs who want to hold meetings outside the office as well as lunch.

Not long after, messengers from Gem Advertising and Clara arrived at the restaurant.

"Oh, sorry. Mamih made papih wait a long time," said Clara as soon as sitting in a chair in front of her husband.

"It hasn't been long."

Lord Wijaya raised his hand into the air, calling out to the manger who was there.

"What message do you want?" ask Mr. Wijaya to his wife.

"Just like the papih order."

"Well, if so."

The waiter recorded all the orders of Mr. Wijaya, then passed from there to the kitchen.

"So the papih met Mr. Kemal." Mr. Wijaya started to open the topic.

"Mr Kemal, owner of the Grissham Company?" clara asked, rounding her eyes.

"Yes, who else."

"But papih sir Kemal right?"

"Yes is mih. Mr. Kemal is also a papih business partner."

"Try yes pih, if only Mr. Kemal had one daughter. Mamih will match her with Arya. Mamih will definitely be the happiest in-law in the world. And he must be a perfect match for our son Arya. What's a pih?"

"Yes, unfortunately, Mr. Kemal only has a son, so you don't want to," said Mr. Wijaya reminded while laughing.

"There is or no relationship with Kemal, papih will always try to maintain papih friendship with Mr. Kemal. Because even though the Grissham Company company is the largest contributor of profit in our company," he added.

A few minutes passed. Mr. Wijaya and his wife have finished lunch. No different from Mr. Kemal, Raka, and the emissary from the First Advertising.

"So I say thank you for the trust that Mr. Kemal gave to our small company, also for lunch today. Excuse me sir, Mr. Raka." The Permata Advertising envoy also passed leaving Mr. Kemal and Raka in the room.

"Is there a schedule for today?" ask Mr. Kemal to Raka.

"No more sir. You can go home and rest" said Raka.

"good. Then we go home now."

Mr. Kemal and Raka came out of the room.

Once outside the room, the bead of Mr. Kemal saw Mr. Wijaya still sitting with his wife in the restaurant.

"Raka, we go there first" asked Mr. Kemal to point to his goal.

"Sorry, Mr. Wijaya, madam." Raka first said hello.

Mr. Wijaya looked over. "Master Kemal! Let's you sit down."

Mr. Kemal sat down, while Raka stood beside his superior.

"What's up, sir?" ask mr. Wijaya.

"I was previously grateful for the invitation given to the Grissham Company. But I also apologize, because I could not attend the event. The day before, I had to fly to Japan. Maybe my son Zidan will represent me at the event. It's okay, isn't it?"

There was a disappointed look on Mr. Wijaya's face, but he still tried to smile in front of his business partner, and did not mind it.

"It's okay, Mr. Kemal. Zidan is your son, so I'll consider him as Mr. Kemal."

"Good thing if so. I'm glad to hear it. Sorry, I can't linger, I'm sorry Mr. Wijaya, madam." Mr. Kemal and Raka stepped away from the table where Mr. Wijaya and his wife had lunch.