Until When Should I Be?

30.

After the office problems are resolved. Arman pondered a lot, thinking about the words Ardi said to him. It may be true that all this is his fault for having been in direct conflict with his only grandson. He should hold back a little and just speak four eyes without involving others.

One afternoon, Arman asked to be delivered to Jamal's house. He visited without prior notice. "Who, huh?" asked the two bodyguards Sinta as soon as he saw Arman's car stopped in front of the gate.

"I don't know, maybe a guest sir,"

"Who's looking?" ask one of them.

"Jamal, man,"

"Oh, sir hasn't come home yet. Can you wait inside if you want?" said polite. It's not good to have an old man come back later, isn't it time to go home soon.

"Oh, big master," said Sinta who rushed over as soon as she knew that a guest was coming. "Mas Jamal hasn't returned yet, you can wait here for a while. Oh, if you don't like it, I can go back to the room,"

"Sit down, I don't want to be mistaken for bothering the hostess when her husband isn't around?!" ketus Arman.

The hanging silence was very suffocating for Sinta. Only the sound of sips of tea and cups clashing against his little plate was occasionally heard. It's more excruciating than being cursed directly.

"How are you guys doing?" dehem Arman started the conversation.

Sinta flinched slightly, before the woman put on an awkward smile. "Well, I locked myself up more as Mas Jamal said,"

Arman grunted softly. "Are you a bird that lives in what cage? Why not be allowed to go out for a walk," the old man's nagging began to interfere.

"It was actually for my own good, great sir," said Sinta rubbing the back of her neck.

"You sick? Why not go for medication? Severe pain or what pain?"

"My wife is fine, big master!" sela Jamal. It seemed like the man came in a hurry, just look at the sweat hanging on his forehead.

"Based on a bad boy! Grandfather himself was even called a great master?!" grunts Arman protest.

"My wife calls you that, so I do the same!" Jamal sat by his wife's side, lightly tucking her cheek in front of his own grandfather.

"Polite, mas," Sinta said softly.

Sinta gave up, being in the middle of two men of different ages but equally stubborn certainly makes himself tired. "I want to rest, yeah. Tired," said Sinta to her husband. The woman throws a faint smile at Arman before he leaves.

"Ck, ck, ck, at this hour even want to sleep when the new husband comes home from work," decak Arman again nagged.

"Don't upset Sinta, cake. He was so because of my behavior" Jamal said ambiguously.

"You're playing with your wife?" tanya Arman stared fiercely.

"Where possible, it's good to accuse. Sinta so because it again contains. Loading, cake!" obviously Jamal who followed upset accused indiscriminately.

"Your son?"

Jamal glared annoyed at his grandfather's question. "No! Neighbor's son?! My son, cake!"

"Your son means my great-grandson, right?" a wide smile rose little by little, adorning the face of Arman who had aged in eating age.

"Nothing! Grandpa didn't want Sinta to be my wife. So, our son is not a great-grandfather's great-grandson either!" Jamal threw his face away. Two different men of this age are equally childish apparently.

"Where can that be! You want to be more disobedient with your grandfather, ha???"

"Now you go with your grandfather, move to the main house. It's safer there!"

"No, there will be Tias who disturbs Sinta if I work,"

"Tias has been expelled, not allowed to go to the main house or approach us again. Anyway they've all been taken care of and won't be seen again in the future!"

"It doesn't want to. Who can be sure there won't be anything like Tias again?!"

"You can trust this old man! I will protect Sinta with all the power I have!" promise Arman. Thinking that there would be a little boy calling him great-grandfather had already made him impatient to meet him.

"Agreed!" the two men put their minds together. Protecting the two-bodied Sinta is their priority for now. Arman accepts Sinta as a granddaughter-in-law, no more rejection. Who cares about the company if in fact the family is more valuable.