A Love Letter from My Wife
New job

One month Satria has been working in a company owned by Dewa Anggara. He worked hard tirelessly. Satria is also notoriously friendly among office employees. So friendly and kind Satria, she is often used by other employees to buy her food. But Satria always said that she was okay to do that. After all, Satria sincerely bought food for employees.

As is the case today, Satria went out of the office to buy orders for several employees. Satria also often get free food by them as a wage because they are willing to buy food.

Although originally it was not the purpose of Satria to buy them food, but if given, Satria could not refuse.

Satria just entered the office where she works. He will make an appointment with the employee who booked in the office kitchen. When he arrived at the kitchen, there were many people waiting for him.

"Mas Sat, is my order in place?" ask one of the employees who works on the third floor.

"She, Ma'am. Anyway there are all," Satria replied with a friendly smile.

They cheered happily because they could eat the menu they wanted. Satria distributed one by one pack of rice to eleven employees who served meals. Not to forget, Satria also equally thanked those who had bought food for him.

In the kitchen now left Satria and some office boy who was there. Satria immediately ate with the others. He had one close friend while in the office. Just call Satria's friend Toni. They are both from the village, pitting fate into the city to find a lot of money. So at the very least, Satria and Toni could understand each other.

"You've been able to contact your daughter, Sat?" ask Toni on the sidelines of their lunch.

Satria shook her head, "I still can't reach her. I don't even know how it is now" said Satria.

Toni rubs Satria's shoulder, she tries to comfort her friend although her entertainment may not be too influential for Satria. But at least Toni has less sympathy for Satria than nothing.

"You're patient, Sat. Mending you to work hard here, then go home and bring money to your child. Hold down the gap first, focus on just doing the work first." Toni again tried to strengthen Satria.

"Thank you, Ton" said Satria. "You are strong too." Satria did not want to lose, he also encouraged Toni.

They immediately finished the lunch because there were still many places they had not cleaned. Moreover, the floor, because the floor is always trampled every time.

Satria continued to clean the men's bathroom. When he went into the toilet, there was only one person washing their hands in the sink. Satria did not pay much attention to him, she went straight into one of the toilets.

While cleaning the toilet, Satria while singing to divert her sadness for missing Natasya in the village. Not long after, Satria changed to clean the outside of the toilet. When Satria went to the sink area, it turned out that the man in black suit had just come out of the toilet. But the man had accidentally left a large black crackle.

"People today, garbage instead of being thrown into the garbage can even be left here," murmured Satria while taking the crackle earlier. Satria opened the scraping rope just to make sure what it contained. How shocked Satria was when what he saw was not garbage, but money with a very large amount. The money is also all red and still smells typical of money.

"Astagfirullah, meaning that the Father had forgotten the same fret." Satria immediately carrying the cleanliness tool along with the black swipe earlier. Intentionally, Satria wanted to catch up with the person she had not seen her face.

The head of Satria was wobbly looking for the person he had only seen his back. In his hand was a black swipe filled with money he had found earlier. Satria doesn't even know how much money is. And this is the first time Satria has seen that much money. This was the first time for Satria. His hands alone to the point of trembling carried the black crackle.

"Well, if it's not wrong then," muttered Satria. "Right, that Father. I remember his watch very well." Satria sped up her pace, she wanted to chase after the man who seemed to be on the phone with someone else.

"Sir! Wait!" call Satria, but the one who turns is not the person he means, but someone else.

Satria saw the middle-aged man get into a car and leave the company building area. Satria had no choice but to stop the taxi and follow the car.

Duh, where's my money mediocre again. Keep on this even take a taxi. Inner Satria.

But nothing, besides this money must also be very important for the Father. His name is no one can count. Satria continued, still muttering in her heart.

The taxi still follows the car of a man who knows who. Until finally, the car went into a magnificent house. Satria also came down after paying the taxi argo earlier. Unfortunately, Satria could not enter the house. The security guard raises his barrier because Satria is considered a strange person.

It was not until two minutes ago that the man entered the house that he was almost out again. But this time he stopped in front of the gate and met Satria because he felt poultice with a black swipe in the hands of Satria.

"Well, this is God's house?" satria asked, she knew that the middle-aged man was Lord Anggara. Of course Satria knew because she had seen his face, different from before.

"You looking for me?" ask the Lord.

"Yes, Sir. I'm here to return this. I left it in the employee's toilet." Satria handed the black crackle to the god.

The god repeatedly gave thanks as he looked towards the sky. The gods now change to see Satria's face, "Thank you, you've returned my money. This is worth three hundred million, and the intention was that I wanted to donate to some orphanage. I've been afraid that if the money is lost, it's found by good and honest people like you." The Lord continued to give thanks and thanks to Satria who had been kind to him.

"Together, sir," Satria replied.

"Then you're one of the employees at my company?" ask the Lord to make sure.

Satria nodded, "Yes, sir," Satria replied politely.

Pak Dewa was happy that in his company there were men as honest as Satria.