Being late in love
Lunch

At the same time those who saw my appearance on the radio also shed tears. They were silent for a long time until at last someone clapped their hands and the situation became boisterous..

Vina: "why not be a singer? " he asked on the sidelines of the tear-removing activity, dear Almeera mbak this sound is very good, full of appreciation and singing."

Others also commented on the same thing, be the atmosphere of the radio that had been quiet became boisterous..

Hana: "i just love to sing, not to be hired. If for work I prefer to go to Business as I am running now.. "

It turns out that the noise does not stop in the studio alone, even sms and WA was flooded with messages from Jagadara fans..

They even wanted to make a fan meeting for me. I just laughed about responding to it, and I said I'm not an artist who has to make a fan meeting.

After I finished the live broadcast on the radio, I intended to return to the cafe. I walked down the Lobby of this building. I ran into Rizal.

"I don't know if you really are the owner of Green Cafe, every time I go there you never sit on them, must be pacing back and forth" he said while commenting on a smile.

"you never ask me about my work" I replied

" And it turns out that melodious voice belongs to you? I'd rather not expect it.." with a surprised tone.

"Thank you for the compliment.oh yes, I want to go back to the Cafe, you are quite busy at this break, if you take a stop later, I treat.."

"the real one?" he's enthusiastic

"promise.."

After talking for a while I left Rizal's office straight for the Cafe.

when I arrived at the cafe I entered my room, sad this has not disappeared, but,.

I take ablution and then I pray dzuhur before I eat lunch. I always pray that the door of my husband's heart is open for me.

no one wants a divorce, including me. I always pray that this relationship will continue. So that there is no parting, as hard as I can, I am always the best for him.

Although at home we do not always greet each other, but at least I have tried to be the best wife for her. I prepare the food, I wash the clothes, I take care of the house, all the housework I do.

tok tok....

The sound of the door on the knock, I jerked from my daydream, quickly I clean my face and the prayer mat I used, I return it to where I took it.

"get in..." I was a little screaming.

"Sir, someone came looking for Mbak here, he said Mbak."

I furrowed my brows, who is my friend coming? "alright, tell him to meet me here."

"Good ma'am, I'm sorry"

I nodded my head, before long the door was knocked again..

"come in.." I said from the inside

it was Rizal who came to see me..

"oh..have you had time in the office?" I glanced at him and continued to check some of my documents.

"well, that's how it is. Have you had lunch?"

"yet not yet.all let me order. We can eat in the back garden, what do you want?" ask him.

"just be with you"

"okeee.."I picked up the phone handle to call the kitchen guy.." hello chef, please make me steak 2, orange juice 2 and vanilla ice cream 2. Please send the waiter to the back garden table under the tree"

"okay mbak" replied Chef from across the phone.

connect again..