20 Years Adrift
Chapter 72. Suspicion of Bimo

Affan beckoned Bimo to shut up. They agreed to postpone their conversation so as not to be heard by others. Bimo sat back down and pretended to be waiting for Affan's orders.

"Come in!" affan exclaimed as the sound of knocking on the door came back.

The door opened slowly and Hana appeared with a stack of files in her hand. He seemed to have trouble carrying her because while holding Safira.

Seeing his best friend look troubled, Bimo immediately came to help.

"Why don't you just put it in my room? I told you, these files should be sorted before I hand them over to Mr. Affan." Bimo nagged at Hana.

Hana seems to be thinking about the right answer because actually she deliberately came to Affan's room to look for an opportunity to see it.

"Sorry, your room was empty. I'm afraid these important files will be gone. Wouldn't I be responsible if all that happened?" Hana reasoned.

"Haish!" Bimo. He did not want to argue and chose to signal Hana to leave from before him immediately.

Hana's job is simply to copy the files provided by the employee who works. Automatically all that was given to Hana was a copy. Hana should have known about it and just reasoned.

"Well, I'll get back to work. Excuse me!" Hana resigned herself with a slightly disappointed face. He can't get into Affan's room.

"Hm." Bimo nodded while pretending to focus on flipping through the file in his hand.

After Hana left, she then walked back to Bimo. The expression on his face changed. He looks like a worried person.

As the closest person who knew Bimo very well, Affan could catch the unease on Bimo's face at this moment. The reaction was much different to the time before Hana came.

"Why are you, Bim? I smell the sour smell on your face. Looks like you have an unusual feeling for Hana. Remember, your wife's pregnant, don't let her down." Affan spoke while putting his hands together on the table.

Affan's words made Bimo turn to him. He then placed the file on the table and used his hands to support his face.

"Of fortune teller, Boss. That's not what I think. I feel so guilty for you. I shouldn't have brought Hana in and worked here" said Bimo.

Affan did not understand what Bimo was saying. She feels that there is nothing strange about Hana even though Sintya says that she is her mistress. As long as he could take care of himself nothing bad would happen.

"I don't understand what you mean" Affan said with both eyebrows linked.

Bimo shifted the file in front of him slightly to the side. Now both hands are on the table, just like Affan did.

"I feel like Hana has unusual feelings for you, Boss. But don't get me wrong, I'm saying this isn't because I'm jealous or anything. I admit in the past I did put my heart on him but that was before ... Long time before we were both married."

Affan was stunned to hear Bimo's explanation. As a man who is very insensitive to women, Affan cannot feel that Hana has special attention on him. According to him, Hana's attitude is still ordinary and does not seem to seek attention from him.

In the middle of their chat Aira had awakened. He had wanted to go out and join them but he was eager to hear what they were discussing. Aira paused her intentions and stood behind the slightly open door.

'It looks like it's okay if I eavesdrop. I wonder what they're talking about. If I show up now, they will definitely stop talking.' Aira smiled silly feeling funny with what she was doing at the moment.

"That's because you're too ignorant, Boss. How can you know that you have never been hooked by the small things that are often done by women to attract the attention of men," explained Bimo.

"Oh, yeah. As long as he doesn't bother me, I won't bother him. I hope he's not who you're worried about. We think positively and keep our hearts to those we care about." Affan tries to be mature in responding to this problem.

Bimo nodded. Maybe he was too worried about things that were not going to happen. He feels burdened considering that it was he who brought Hana to the company and thinks he should also be held responsible if something bad happens to Affan.

Aira smiled at Affan's reply but she couldn't stay still now. The feeling of love that is growing makes him afraid of losing. After this, she will drive away anyone who tries to get close to her husband.

Bimo prepares to continue his story which is delayed due to Hana's arrival. However, just as she opened her mouth, Aira emerged from the dugout and walked over to them.

Seeing Bimo's dumbass attitude, Affan who was in the back position of Aira turned his head back. She smiled welcoming the beautiful looking Aira with her innocent face.

"Are you awake, honey?" ask Affan.

"Already, Mas," Aira replied with a smile.

Feeling that he was only going to be a mosquito repellent there, Bimo chose to go to his own room to sort out the files in front of him.

"Boss, I'll finish this first, yeah. If you need to call later." Bimo tidied up the pile of files and carried it on his chest.

"OK! If there is no urgent work, you just save the files first." Affan turned to look towards Bimo.

"Ready, Boss. Madam, I'm leaving first. Assalamu'alaikum." Not to forget Bimo also said goodbye to Aira.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Affan and Aira answered simultaneously.

Aira sat on the sofa and raised her legs while stroking her stomach. Every time he woke up he was hungry. It felt like there was less if he did not eat something after waking up.

Affan got out of his chair and went after Aira. She rubbed her head covered in a headscarf then sat down beside him.

"Yes, Honey. Do you want something?" Affan wrapped his hand around Aira's shoulder.

Aira nodded then looked at Affan with slightly manyuning lips. Her cute face made Affan feel uneasy. The more days his cheeks look more and more filled.

"What do you want? I'll ask Bimo to bring it for you" Affan continued.

It didn't seem like that was the answer Aira wanted. Aira lowered her legs and straightened her body and sat down properly.

"Are you busy? How about we go alone? I want to know what's on sale in this cafeteria." Aira looks very excited.

"Can. We're leaving now." Affan granted Aira's wish.

Aira draped the small bag that had previously been placed on the table. There's some cash in it. Affan often forgets to check if there is cash in his wallet or not.

Affan clasped Aira's hand as he walked. Company employees bowed respectfully every time they passed the two.

This was the first time Aira had gone to the company cafeteria. Affan provides a special floor for canteens and traders who sell in the company area. That way all the needs of employees are available in the company environment without disturbing the activities of the workers.

"Waow! It's cool, Mom. I feel like I'm in a shopping mall." Aira was amazed to see the canteen and some stalls neatly arranged.

The shopkeepers looked very polite greeting the two respectfully. Although Affan rarely came to that place but they knew him very well.

"You can choose what you want to buy, honey. Where are we going?" ask Affan while walking.

Aira was tempted to buy fruit soup and salad that was not far from where she stood.

"We're going there, Mas!" show Aira.

She almost ran and forgot that she was pregnant. Sometimes Aira behaved outside of her habits. Sometimes he also becomes very whiny and spoiled, unlike the old days who are always adults.

For Affan this was a little strange but he understood it. A pregnant woman does often experience changes in mood, habits and tastes with when before she became pregnant.

The fresh fruit ice depot looked quiet but recalled the hours of rest that had run out. The waiter there looks to be cleaning up and tidying up his wares.

"Good day" the servant greeted Aira and Affan, who were sitting at a table.

"Good day, may I know the menu sold here?" ask Aira.

The waiter thrust out a sheet of plastic-coated menu paper on Aira. There are several variants along with the price listed in it with a very tempting image.

Aira looked at the menu paper with Affan and saw the details of the contents of the dish they would choose. Affan does not like all kinds of fruit. There are some that he doesn't like.

"My mother is a fruit soup without jackfruit and kiwi, yes" Affan said.

"Good, Sir." The waiter records Affan's order.

"If I had a full fruit salad, ma'am. Don't be too acidic." Aira ordered a different variation.

"Good, Miss." The waiter again recorded Aira's order.

"I'm sorry, your order will be delivered soon." The waiter resigned.

Aira nodded while Affan lowered his head. The maid's clothes were too sexy and made her feel uneasy. There or without Aira he keeps his eyes on her.

"I'm going to ask Bimo to discipline the sellers here" Affan said.

Aira looks confused. He sees nothing wrong with the traders and does not understand Affan's wishes.

"It looks like they are selling with discipline here. No commotion and .. everything looks clean and tidy." Aira said as she saw it.

"Not that, honey. I don't like the way they dress. They should dress modestly for their dignity instead of showing their bodies for free." Affan deliberately spoke in a firm voice so that the servants who were nearby heard him.

"Don't be too hard, Mum. They will be offended" whispered Aira.

This fruit depot is fairly new. The waiters don't know if Affan is the owner of the company. They glanced at each other and looked at Affan dislike.

"We don't need a holy-ass customer like him" whispered one of the servants to the other, not accepting Affan's words.

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