AL-THAR
#67. What a strange cravings
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"You really bought me a cell phone, Gar?" athar asked as his men thrust a new cell phone in front of him. He held the thing in a relaxed and calm manner. Unlike two hours ago, now he is sitting quietly while pursuing a laptop that is in his lap.
"And the Boss told you to," forgot? scream Linggar in the heart.
"Hm, yes. But I just need a new number, not a new phone."
The panic and frustration that combined into an anger, unacceptable, until his common sense was slightly closed two hours ago, made Athar feel that he almost lost control. Is not the mission now is to teach the wife a lesson while reducing her anger?
But when he realized the fact that his wife had blocked his number, it made Athar feel a huge sense of unwillingness. Yes, although initially it was he who did the blocking first.
"My phone is still three more at home" he continued, thinking.
"What's my crusade, boss?"
"Well, this one is for my wife later," he said relax, then put the phone back into the box.
"It's three weeks away, isn't it, boss?"
"Tonight you're ready. Tomorrow morning we get the quickest flight home."
"Ready, Boss. Oh yes, Nanda came to the office when I stopped by there for a while before buying a cell phone."
"What do you want?" Athar focused again on his work on the laptop.
"You collect the payment he said."
Athar thought for a moment. What payments have not been made. "Try me to call Reynold. My business phone's in the room."
"Good, Boss."
Linggar went to his cell phone to inform Athar's assistant for the New York branch. Reynold, a Swedish man.
Now Athar himself has shifted his eyes to focus on the new phone that Linggar bought just now. Forgetting, he had to make sure of something with the missed wife as well as upset it.
.... . ....
"Keyuuuusss's music!" Mira pinched the thick-bodied boy's cheeks in an agitation. "It's getting bigger anyway? The dryness of the kerosene is definitely?" the accusation.
The boy who was a teenager frowned but still looked cute in Mira's eyes. For some reason Mustofa is whiter in skin color than the brother, namely Rido. More precisely, Mustofa tends to be similar to Ani, the twin of Rido who more often returns to the grandmother's house in Tangerang.
"Ball bekel times ah," said Pram slowly.
"Tau nih, Brother Mira. I'm not an SD kid anymore. Don't do it dong.. risih."
"Duile nih boy ahead of abegeh lebay very. Eh but, Emus lo remains funny anyway kayak boboho."
"Not knowing boboho. Sorry, our times are different."
"Have a son! Do you think I live in ancient times?"
"Udah-alah," Pram interrupted while stopping the bribes are not useful both. "This is the point we want to do anyway, Mir?"
"Santuy napa, Pram." Mira patted the stomach of the distended Mustofa. "Where are you?"
"WA times to hpnya, what era does not know hp?" sahutan nge-gas from Mustofa makes Mira more anxious.
"This kid is testing my patience. Yes, I know that your brother Lo si Rido is leaving. Maybe he's home now."
"Belom" Mustofa replied, shaking his head.
"Well, that was answered. Don't make sprains!" Mira stroked her flat stomach. "Amit - amit jabang baby. Son, don't fuck around like Om Emus, son,"
"Mira's pregnant again?"
"Yes, dong."
"lik! How can you not look?"
"So she's still a little pregnant." Mira tries hard.
"Oh that ..."
"What do you want, Mir, here?" ask Pram with a tone that has gone up an octave. "Rido Nyari? There is no Rido. How about dong?"
"No papa if there's no kite gang, Pram. There's still this Emus in reserve."
"What backup? Do I want to be flanked?"
"Dikempesin," said Mira full of emphasis. "Udah, ntar afternoon you must me the same temen I to the back of his house Pak Budi, Bu Budi, Budi, the same brother Budi."
"obvious. Because they are the Budi family."
"That's it, woi!" sela Pram. "Old."
"Anyway ntar afternoon we go to the back of Mr. Budi's house, Mus. Temenin I'm there, and later Emus will love 2 GB quota."
"It's only 2 GB?" Mustofa doesn't accept. "Geez, 2 GB mah until tonight doang also abis."
"Fat pantes," concluded Mira directly. "It turns out eating quota mulu ya."
"Ih, Brother Mira. I want 10 GB. Ah not– 20 GB only. It's her husband, Kak Mira, rich man."
"This is a child! my husband brought-in–"
"Take care of you." Pram gave advice.
"Yes, yeah." Mira pinches again Mustofa's cheeks. "Awas not to forget about the afternoon at 4, behind Mr. Budi's house and family."
"Shyap, Boss. Emus wants to go play first, brother. Drug." Mustofa had passed from before Mira in an instant.
"Why behind the house of Mr Budi?" Pram could not help his curiosity.
Mira widens her smile that looks to be hiding something. "Ntar you know too. Now we go to Soli's house, kuy!"
...**...
Evening arrived. At four or less ten minutes, Mira was messing around in front of a place located behind the house of Mr. Budi. With him, of course, there are Pram and Mustofa who are in accordance with the quota agreement to obey Mira.
"Why what are you doing?" Pram frowned. Inevitably, it turns out that the place referred to by Mira behind the Budi family home is two rice fields.
"Gue's going down there, Pram."
"Huh?" Pram looked sharp. "What are you doing, Mir? Do you intend to soak in there? No more normal cravings? Don't you want to be Jacuzzi? How far down from the Jacuzzi to the rice fields? Watdefifacts, you know?!" his pedicab.
"Sst .. Kalem, Pram. I don't want to soak my whole body too. I just want to put my foot on a calf doang. It'll be like a long time ago when I was a kid."
"Oh my goodness, Mir. What is it about macem? Strange to know? Far away from Bogor to here just to go down into the mud. In Bogor there are also rice fields, kali."
"But I want it here" Mira insisted. "Now I want to go down with Emus, and you have to photograph me, Pram."
"Why should I come down, brother? I'm taking a shower. I'll have my mama diomelin, how?" protest the little boy.
"30 GB?"
"50."
"40. Accept or charred?"
"Kuy it!"
...***...
"Dir, I want to pinjem your private jet."
"Gue's going to Dubai, Thar. I've told you, lo if the same interest jet so that later I pesenin,"
"But I need it now, Dir."
"Say you get a flight tomorrow morning, right?! yes, that too, was a big deal. In fact, suddenly you missed work. Especially if it is not the same problem as the wife. Yeah, right?! Why do you have to hurry? What's urgent?"
"There anyway. So your jet can't I pinjem?"
"can't. I'm not used to being stingy well, don't be bad to think of me. A man as rich and generous as I am, where I may be stingy. I'm using the jet again. Sorry, brother."
Athar breathed a rough breath. "Yes." he just turned off the phone. Curiosity as well as happiness that has filled his head since this morning, is now unstoppable again. Indeed, he was still upset when he remembered those damn photos. But given that his tacit plan to soon have a child has succeeded one hundred percent.
He took the phone he put on the table. Now he is confused, if the number has been blocked, then he should have been able to easily contact Almira with his new number. But in reality, he still could not contact his wife.
A medsos account notification from the wife enters her cellphone. Soon he opened up what was there.
"Jeez .." he said slowly when he saw the photos that had just been uploaded by his wife's account. "Did he get in there?"
Along with that, the notifications from Pramita's sosmed account also attracted his attention. His wife's closest friend uploaded a photo that is not different alias the same as Almira. It's just, Pram uses a caption on his post.
What a strange cravings. If it's not weird, it's not Mira.
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It shouldn't be this update, but I'm maksa. 😁