BLESS YOUR WIFE
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As usual at the end of each month, all employees will be overtime in their respective divisions. If there is a difference, then the division heads will come together and solve the problem of the month to the maximum.

'Please call the head of the finance division, the amount of cash and the stock of opname is not balanced" Rama said slowly to his assistant.

"Ready sir" replied Mira, Rama's assistant in the procurement division.

It didn't take long. Damayanti has come up with a single file bendel to match the data over the past month. Must be traced between production costs for procurement of goods with the number of transactions selling goods out of the warehouse.

Gts ... Gts ... Tok

kink ...

"Good night, sir. Sorry to go straight in, because it's night, let's quickly finish finding the difference error this month," said Dama slowly while nodding slowly towards Rama.

Rama who was sitting leaning on the seat of his greatness immediately sat up straight and smiled looking at Dama.

"Came. Sit down" answered Rama a little nervously and opened his file.

The two are not familiar. Dama is a new person, moving from out of town. They were both introduced because of the office.

This first meeting makes the two more familiar and more comfortable with each other. Not only in terms of work, but also their personal problems.

That's what happened one knows ago. All feelings of affection and love have melted into one and have such a deep bond.

The relationship between Rama and Dama is getting closer and more intimate. Not only meet at the office, after outside the office they always make a schedule to be together.

"Married me, Mom!! When do we keep doing this? Only commit sins, without a clear purpose. I'm not asking for anything from you, I have a salary. I just want you to love Lanang, so that he has the figure of Father, that's Mas," said Dama began to ask for certainty every day to make Rama was caught off guard.

"Enough Dama!! I don't want to discuss this matter" said Rama annoyed.

Just came to the office. Dama had already strafed the question with a request that upset him. Mood Rama this morning is not okay. From last night he continued to quarrel with Yufi, his four children became the target of Yufi's annoyance which always accused Rama of having an affair with Dama.

Rama just went from the front of Dama and into the elevator. Their work space is different. Dama is on a different side of the building to Rama, although they are in one company. Not every day can say hello, if you do not accidentally want to meet in the cafeteria or in the lobby.

Dama just stared at the back of Rama who disappeared behind the closed noble elevator. Such was the attitude of Rama, cold, indifferent, frozen and hard and silent. Rama was able to silence Dama a day overnight without communication and without news, if they were in a dispute.

If it was tji, Dama chose to dodge and rub his chest. Want to leave Rama and find another lover as a replacement for Father Lanang. But the heart of Dama was imprinted on Rama.

The figure of a man who is patient, funny, kind, smiling, willing to listen, attentive and so loving to him.

Dama turned her body and walked towards her own room. Coincidentally this morning he brought his own food, the plan wanted to be given one provision for Rama, so that he could be enjoyed in his room. But, let it be, if his heart is calm, of course Rama will return to him. That's what happened before - before.

"Your mom!!" yelled Anjas from the direction of the building lobby and ran small towards Dama.

Dama turned to the origin of the voice and smiled when he saw Anjas inspire him.

"nurse?" answer the Dama kindly.

Yes, Anjas is his high school friend. They accidentally meet in the same office and in the same division as well.

"Just come?" ask Anjas slowly.

"Yes, just got in" said Dama lying.

Dama had been half an hour in the lobby and deliberately waited for Rama to come, even the ends were cluttered.

"Tomorrow the night there's a show?" tanya Anjas directly menodong Dama.

"What way?" ask Dama slowly.

"It's the weekend," said Anjas slowly.

"Ecchem ... I rarely go, just at home. Play with Lanang or eat together, so anyway," said Dama slowly.

"I'm playing to your house? May? What was your son's name, Lanang? How old?" tanya Anjas started to get in touch with asking.

"It's only been two and a half years" Daa said slowly.

Both of them entered the division room and entered their respective work booths.

"Bu Dama, called the manager now," said one of his subordinates.

"OK," replied Dama slowly.

Dama entered his room and placed his bag and bag on his desk. Then go out to the manager's room.

"For Sir, did you call me?" ask Dama slowly.

"Sit down, Dama," said Haikal slowly, Manager of an elite company.

Dama complied and sat in the place that was prepared.

"I want to ask you directly. You have to answer honestly" Haikal said.

"Yes Sir. What problems?" tanya Dama started to feel nervous.

"Do you really have a relationship with Rama? Head of production division?" haikal is slow.

Deg ...

Dama held her breath so as not to look nervous. As much as possible, he looks calm.

"Why silence? Then is my accusation right?" tanya Haikal accused.

"Yes. You are right" said Dama admitted.

"You knew? What are the risks of having an office? And you know what? You are stamped as a bad girl!! Rama has been a good employee and role model. Never had any scandal, and now you? It even ruins the careers of others. You know, his wife Rama is a good friend of mine one village. At least I know what their life was like?" haikal said firmly.

"What is your business? Ma'am Yufi is your brother, it doesn't make me end my relationship with Mas Rama. What then? Where is my wrong place? I never did anything weird in the office" said Dama, starting to get emotional.

Just this time he was slammed. His relationship with Rama did not necessarily make the household of Rama and Yufi destroyed.

Never terbesit in the head of Dama to tell Rama to leave his family. During this time, Dama never asked Rama anything including material affairs.

"This is a transfer letter. You will be moved to another city. This is the Director's request," Haikal said slowly while presenting a letter to Dama.

"Moved? I've only been here a year and moved again?" ask Dama confused.

"Move or resign?" haikal asked firmly.