A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTERS 102

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As soon as Harsa paid for her order. He invited Widya to go straight to his office. Luckily, the time is approaching during the day to make the streets crowded smoothly without traffic jams. Sometimes they talk to make their journey unsaturated.

Ten minutes, Harsa finally reached Zakir's office and immediately parked his motorbike. Then, Harsa took Widya directly to her room first before she showed Widya cubicles. Of course it was to meet Zakir as a formality.

The company was founded by Harsa and Zakir from scratch. With the help of parents and some coworkers, also some acquaintances who helped invest their shares here. Of course Zakir's position here is as important as Harsa's. However, Zakir who realized his trivial attitude had not been able to become the main director. He left that responsibility to Harsa whom he considered more competent in this field.

Basically, Zakir's slightly slengean attitude makes him a humble person in every employee. Not infrequently, many are attracted to him rather than their own director–Harsa.

Harsa who tends to be calm, authoritative and quiet is more likely to make employees reluctant.

Harsa knocked on the door of her room. After getting the authorization from within he also invited Widya to enter. Zakir has not realized that Harsa and Widya have come. Until the ignorant idea of Harsa told Widya to greet Zakir who was seriously checking some files in front of him.

"Good day, sir. I'm a new employee here, there's a need with the Father." Widya held back her laughter. Didn't expect him to utter this ridiculous thing with Zakir, because he was following Harsa's idea.

"Yes, please sit down first"

"cnppppppfft ...." Harsa could no longer hold back her laughter. He laughed at Zakir's reply. Moreover, looking at Zakir's serious expression.

"Damn it!" Zakir threw the pen he had used to sign a stack of files before him to Harsa. However, Harsa was nimbly able to dodge still with her laughter. He stood up and grabbed the map beside him. Making scrolls and then smashing them at Harsa.

"For one, Mr. director. Forgive ...." Harsa tries to avoid Zakir's tantrums, even though he knows this is not a real tantrum. However, Harsa still plays this prank well. Especially when he glanced at Widya who was laughing to see the behavior of him and Zakir like a child who was joking.

"No mercy, yes! Just delicious. Who is the director here? I had to, uh, change your job, yeah!"

"Oh, this persecution is his name," so Harsa still avoided Zakir until he circled his desk.

Finally Zakir stopped beside Widya who was adjoining the table with Harsa in front of him. "Director's missing. Where the hell are you from, Lo? Not usually a crawl. I became dizzy myself, nih, ngerjain lo work," complained Zakir.

"It turns out you're that cool, yeah, Zak, if you're serious." Harsa folded his arms and pinched his chin, as if judging Zakir who was a little upset that he had to replace Harsa's work.

Harsa was still chuckling, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Sometimes he glanced at Widya who was laughing. In his heart he was very grateful to see Widya's last laugh this time. Especially because of that laughter.

"Thank God, O God. I finally saw this laugh again. And I'm grateful that in this, I'm the one who's causing her laughter again." Harper said in his heart. He even wiped a single tear from the corner of his eye. Either the result of his laughter or the sense of being moved by seeing the cheerful look of the woman he loves.

Zakir learns of Harsa's faint movements and begins to understand the circumstances. "Hi, Wid. Ready to join us?" Zakir extended his hand to Widya. Widya glances at Harsa and gets a nod from Harsa as approval. Widya happily shook Zakir's hand and a smile returned from her lip wrapped in pink guava's lip balm.

After enough of their silliness, now they have sat quietly and according to their respective tables. Harsa and Zakir are back at their respective tables, while Widya is still sitting next to the table with Harsa. Heed the instructions from Harsa about his work. Occasionally Zakir who sat at a different table gave extra.

Afterwards, it was Zakir who led Widya to her cubicle table. Zakir introduced Widya directly to his division teammate. Without them realizing that Harsa also noticed Widya from behind the door that was not closed perfectly.

Harsa kept both of her hands in her pants pocket. A thin smile adorned his shady face, when he saw the enthusiasm of other workers welcome Widya.

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Harsa sent Widya a short message as she had been waiting for her in front of her office building. Before long Widya appeared along with one female employee.

"See you tomorrow, yeah, Wid." A woman glanced at Harsa who was perched on her motorcycle and smiled to welcome Widya.

"Daahh, Ayu." Widya waves at her new friend Ayu and approaches Harsa.

"I drove home" Harsa said with a genuine smile. Widya nodded and immediately received the helmet given by Harsa.

Harsa's motorbike splits through the streets of the capital. Not surfing when he left, because the clock came home from the office this time. Make the trip a little stalled at some point. Harsa was not only silent, he again asked for the first impression of joining his company.

"Everything's good, they're a fun team, I love." Widya expressed her impression.

Then Harsa again asked various things so that Widya was not saturated with traffic jams this afternoon.

Without feeling the motor Harsa pulled over on the Widya home page. Bowo and Arini who were on the side terrace immediately moved from his seat leaving a moment of preoccupation with the afternoon tea as soon as he heard the sound of a vehicle engine entering his yard.

Harsa held Widya down as she was about to take off her helmet. "Wait a minute, Wid!" Harsa also helps Widya to open her helmet.

Widya who received Harsa's treatment felt touched. "Thank you, Sa" Widya said.

"Someone left behind, right?" harsa reminded Widya.

Widya checked the contents of her sling bag, checked back and shook her head at Harsa. "Nothing, Sa," Widya replied.

The treatment of Harsa certainly did not escape from the two pairs of eyes that have since noticed the sweet treatment of her girl's boyfriend.

"Assalamualaikum, Father, Mother," said Widya and immediately got a reply greeting, because indeed both of them have been standing on the terrace since. After making small talk, Harsa immediately went home. So did Widya and her parents say thank you many times to Harsa.

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Arriving at home, Harsa always remembers moments from the cafe, Zakir's absurd behavior, his silliness and also. Without him realizing it made Harsa endlessly review the smile.

Of course, it makes both parents Harsa who are in the family room look at each other for a moment to see the look on their son's face that is different from the usual day.

"What's up, anyway? Kok, from earlier entered the house, mama noticed it looks like a really cool. Until I realized there was a mom and dad sitting here." Eviyana stood up and approached her only child.

It makes the child smile more clumsy until several times rubbing the tip of his nose which is actually fine. Of course it was only to cover his nervousness, because Harsa gelagat can be read easily by the mother.

"There's nothing, Ma." Now Harsa swiped his good nape all right. Moreover, papa now also approached him.

Rendra patted Harsa on the shoulder. One hand stroked his chin which was overgrown with a little sideburn. "From his face, it looks like a big project, Sa." Papa now puts both of his palms in his two pants pocket. "Tell me how much profit you made!" continued Rendra

Eviyana who seemed to understand and better know her son immediately dismissed her husband's comments. "Father, I've never been young. Obviously the smile that makes mama ticklish like this is the smile of people in love. Look, tuh, his ears are blushing." Eviyana pointed at her son's face with her chin raised.

Harsa who was constantly teased by his parents increasingly misbehaved, and several times grimaced with attacks repeatedly greeted him.

"Is this about Widya?" Mama glanced while holding the child's arm.

"What, the hell, Mama?"

"Hayo, howdy!" sue Eviyana.

"Ehm ... I–iya," said Harsa lowered her head and looked at mama and papa alternately. Not to forget he again rubbed a glimpse of the tip of his nose that was not actually flu or any kind. It was just to reduce his nervousness. "Harsa is happy because today Widya has returned to show her cheerful laughter again, Ma."

"Oh, thank goodness. Mama papa was happy to hear it. Yeah, right, Pa?" Mama is now looking at her husband asking through the mimic movement of his face and was rewarded with a nod from papa.

"Dad and his mother also look happy and relieved with Widya's change today, Ma. Harsa can see the tired faces of those who are struggling to restore Widya's psychic."

"We're also relieved, Sa. And mama's more happy because you and your friends are always involved in Widya's healing." Mama rubbed gently on Harsa's arm.

"So, we came home late this time because of Widya, huh? You pay more attention to him? You're the one who brought Widya home?" ask papa again.

"Yes, Pa," Harsa replied honestly.

"Oh, is this a code on us, Ma. Maybe it's time we'll add a new member to our family" Rendra guessed, teasing her son.

Harsa just shook her head while grimacing at papa's comments that further embarrassed her. "Udah, ah, Pa, Ma. Harsa wants to take a shower first. Very angry to be tempted." Harsa immediately ran up the stairs to her room. The goal is the bathroom. He must immediately refresh his brain to get back fresh. Getting a welcome that makes him continue to meet and lose his side of the wife.

While Rendra and Eviyana are aware of the movements of her son, increasingly understand that Harsa harbors more feelings for Widya.

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**To be continued....

I got the blessing, no. I'm waiting at home, yeah, Sa. Make my lamar. Uh... 😂**