You Forgot My Wife's Son

Chapter 15

In order to appreciate Devan, Kartika sits next to the driver. The two felt awkward for a moment while being quiet with each other.

"You"

"Mr"

Both want to say. "Hehehe.. you were" Devan's great-grandson.

"Father first" Kartika also smiled. Devan glanced at a glance. "Beautiful!" monologue Devan.

"Why are you here? did someone report to Miss Diana, you came out of the factory while working without permission?" Devan began to talk seriously, netraanya glanced at Kartika at a glance then refocused driving.

"Rash" replied Kartika origin.

"That's not the case, Miss Diana found me, I was asked to give SP 1."

"Deg.

Kartika turned her head quickly, confused whether to say what, to be honest is impossible, currently not able to hit the war drums with Miss Diana. Kartika took a heavy breath, silently staring at the streets.

"You should be honest Tik, so that I can explain your reasons to Miss Diana, for the sake of my duties as HRD must be professional, even though we are friendly" said Devan wisely.

"I'm sorry sir, I resigned, what you're going to do, I admitted wrong, if I have to be fired, I'll accept the consequences."

And**ai you know Mr. Devan, if the man who kidnapped me was your own boss.

Devan shook his head weakly, actually that was not the answer he wanted to hear. Devan certainly could not bear to fire Kartika, giving SP alone a heavy taste.

"So Sekar met me, he said you were taken away by a man, until the afternoon you did not tell." there was a disappointed look from the look on Devan's face.

"Nobody sir, that man is just a friend" said Kartika. Don't want Devan to ask again.

They were silent, to get rid of nervousness, Kartika reached into a mobile phone from the bag, which she did not check from yesterday afternoon. Lots of incoming notifications. From Sekar, from Devan, from Mbak Nana.

And another one that made his forehead wrinkle, there was a notification from an unknown number.

"Cartic... I'm sorry, I really still love you so much, I want us to talk with a cool head. If you have time, I'll explain everything. I love you."

Kartika closed the phone back, not intending to reply. From where Rangga can get his mobile number, even though no one knows his phone number other than Sekar and Devano.

Devan no longer spoke, there was a sense of unwaveringness in his heart, because Kartika went with the man no matter who he was. Honestly Devan has admired Kartika since he first met.

Plus as a single parent, Kartika can raise her child to grow into a smart child. What a wonderful woman, according to Devan.

"Sir Dev, you know where? if I was there?" Kartika looked at Devano who was focusing on driving.

"Check gps" he said briefly. Devan was silent again until he arrived in front of Rumi's House.

"Thank you sir, you didn't stop by" Kartika got down from the car staring at Devan who seemed silent as usual. Usually it is always humorous.

"Other times, greetings to Jeni" she replied as she passed without waiting for Kartika's answer.

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The next day, we arrived at the factory. Kartika started to the kitchen was dressed in full uniform. He started wearing gloves. Suddenly shocked someone's hand reached into his shoulder. He turned his body fast.

"Dark? ngagetin know?" said pouty.

"Hehe... You are so diligent in ending, coming in the earliest, paying off a debt because you were kidnapped yesterday huh?" Sekar elbowed slowly Kartika's arm.

"Oh yes. Who was the man who took you yesterday Tik? continue... Where are you taken? in apain?" todong Sekar, with various questions.

"If it's time, I'll tell you everything Se," said Kartika lirih almost inaudible.

"Yes Tik, I'm waiting" Sekar looked at Kartika like there was a complicated problem visible from his face. I dare not ask back.

One by one employees who work with the same profession as Kartika arrive. They started doing their respective tasks until 11am.

"Kartika" call Mbak Nana who just came with Bu Yoyoh walking closer.

"I Ma'am, Ms Yoyoh" he nodded.

"Pak Devan calls you" said Bu Yoyoh, noting the workings of today's employees, to be reported to superiors.

"Now Ma'am? but my task is not done yet" Kartika stared at the dough that had not yet been broken.

"Finish first" Ms. Nana said.

"Good Ma'am," Finished making bread dough, the latter. Kartika handed over to the chef who was in charge of burning.

"Se, I went to see Mr. Devan first, I guess I was fired, right?" Kartika suddenly fretted.

"Let's just calm Tik, you're not breaking the rules, I think it's natural to make a mistake only once. I'm sure, Mr. Devan can be wise" Just cheering.

"The most fired! you little chick! all men are served. Yesterday the assistant of Mr. Rangga, the other day with Mr. Devan, maybe later Mr. Rangga was invited too!" cut Adelia ketus.

"God! keep your mouth shut! you're a fucking attached grandma!" Sekar who replied.

"What's up, you guys making a fuss?" Bu Yoyoh who was going around discovering their debate immediately approached.

"It's okay Mom." concluded Sekar.

Kartika did not say immediately to see Mr. Devan, they seemed to speak seriously, whether they were talking about "Let me inter-room Miss Diana," said Mr. Devan.

"Good sir" Kartika tailed Mr. Devan.

Tok to tok. Kartika knocked on the door, even if the door opened a little, it was impolite to go straight in.

"That's right, sir" Tika turned to Devan beside her.

"Just enter, the door is not locked" Devan suggested. Before returning to his room.

Kartika nodded and left Devan inside.

Kartika until in the room of Miss Diana, looked lonely. Kartika took a look at Miss Diana's desk. A black suit draped in a chair, a watch lying on the table, was definitely Rangga's. A picture frame Rangga who smiled widely, hugging Diana from behind.

Kartika took two steps back and leaned back, her tears drenching her cheeks. His two hands raised covered his face, not strong enough to look at him. Not lost feeling in the chest. Kartika's ears faintly heard the moaning of a woman.

Kartika opened her hands, the sound of moaning was getting heard. He looked back without Kartika noticing, it turned out that he was leaning on the door of the room.

"Mas Ranges... Ahh ahh ahh"

Kartika closed her mouth sitting limp on the floor, her cries breaking. But he tried not to hear her crying.

Kartika patted her chest softly, is this sick? The father of his son was sipping a cup of honey with another woman. While he and his son had to swallow a bitter pill, many years.

Kartika prostrated herself on the floor, her body trembling, her cries getting more and more calm. Along to hear the rhythm of two humans in the room that is increasingly deafening.

Kartika tried to get up, the road limped with the rest of his energy. He doesn't look anymore. He repeatedly wiped his tears ordering a taxi and left the place.