Blind Date's
56. Ten Minutes of Straining

...56. The Forgiven Not Forgotten...

Sunday morning Sasmaya helped Ranti in the Moeder. Serving visitors who are usually crowded on holidays.

“Please Mom, can I help you?” apply to customers who look at the storefront.

Aided by Susan he served customers. Ordering the usual meatballs through the front of the store.

“Mbak Sas not afraid of fat?” ask Susi. Pour the sauce into the bowl.

“Iya nih, later the shirt of danger does not fit you know!” timpal Susan added.

“Usually people want to marry it diet, Mom. Eat it picky.” Mira did not lose in the nimbrung.

He is indifferent. Keep feeding meatballs to his mouth. Occasionally wiping his nose that began to run. Due to the sensation of spicy taste.

“I even kurusan yesterday back from Amsterdam,” reply.

“Stress times Ma'am, thought to marry.” Susan replied. Then stand by to see the customer coming. Approaching him. “There can I help you with, Bu?” tanyakanya.

The customer gave a view. Seeing the figure he was looking for was sitting with the store employee. “I want to see Sasmaya,” said the mother.

Susan looked back. Where Sasmaya and her co-workers were eating meatballs at one of the tables. Then look at that person again, “For a while ya Ma'am. Please sit. I call Mbak Sasmaya.”

The mother seemed to be sitting. Take off his glasses.

“Mbak Sas, there is a nyariin,” Susan said.

He who had not yet finished the meatballs in his bowl came to a halt. See who's looking for him. Then move on, “Gue payin.” Take money out of his pocket. Leave it at the table. He approached Mr. Weka's wife.

Giving a friendly smile, then sat in front of Mr. Weka's wife.

Without saying much the woman took out a piece of paper. Handed him over.

Actually he's still confused. What does his superior wife mean. Not having a bad feeling he read the paper he received.

A notice of transfer of money to his account number from Weka Yuda account. As many as 2 times. “Bu Goddess, I can explain.”

“That's money for what, Sas?”

“E,”

“Travel?” ask Goddess. “Pocket money? Or money only you two know?” The goddess is cynical.

“Not Bu. Absolutely not.”

“Then what money?” urged Mr. Weka's wife.

Does he have to say if the money is money to buy their wedding anniversary gift? But Mr. Weka once said that the gift was to surprise his wife. Then, if he says it ... Sasmaya bit her lower lip.

The corner of the Goddess' lips was just raised next to her.

He quickly attacked, “Trust me, Mom. It wasn't money like Mother Goddess thought.”

“What money, Sas? Your visit to the Netherlands was in the course of an official trip. All your needs there are borne by the company.”

His fingers crumpled at each other. His position went wrong.

“Berstay bright. If you need the money, I understand. Travel abroad certainly requires a lot of money.” The goddess smiled obliquely. “I do not understand, because your future husband is a subsidiary of the company owner.”

He looked at Mr. Weka's wife. Eyes glazed. Why was he accused like this? Then shake.

“But I trust my husband, he won't mess around. I only regret, why did you borrow my husband secretly. Maybe you even asked my husband not to tell me. I'm not questioning the money. It's just that I feel unappreciated. My husband has always been an honest man. This time I discovered something strange. And it coincides you to Amsterdam. Are you ashamed of being caught borrowing? So tell my husband to shut up? Or are you ashamed to borrow your future husband. Though ... if you need 100 million money, I can borrow—”

“I will return it now.” Cut Sasmaya up. Didn't want his boss' wife's talk to go anywhere. There is becoming more runnyam. “How many account numbers Mother Goddess?” open the e-banking application. At the same time Gama entered and went straight to him. The man said he would take her to lunch.

“What's up?” ask Gama. Looking at Sasmaya's different face.

“It's our business both, Sir,” says Goddess.

He looked at Gama.

“Urusan Sasmaya is my business too,” Gama said. Sasmaya was silent.

“Alright,” reply Goddess. “Sasmaya loan money to my husband for 49 million.”

The man looked at him. Ask for explanations and responses through the eyes.

“For?” ask Gama. Looking at the Goddess.

“I don't know. Maybe Sasmaya who only knows what.” is for The ambiguity of the phrase Goddess further made the man look at her with a frown on the forehead.

“OK. I don't know what the money is for. But I will return it.” Gamma took the phone out of his pocket. Open the e-banking application. Writing some money called Weka's wife. “Please write his account,” hand over his phone.

...***...

“Why did you sacrifice yourself?” The Gama question filled the silence between them. After a long time each chose silence. After he told me the reason Mr. Weka sent money to him. Even the man who accompanied him shopping for goods.

“What do you think by your actions. Have you saved their wedding anniversary into a beautiful party?” Gama head bobbles. Didn't expect Sasmaya to act like that. Silly act according to him.

“I only helped Mr. Weka give a surprise to his wife,” his rebuttal.

“Kony!” exclaims Gama. “Tell me honestly if it hurts you.” He called someone.

“Happy Afternoon, Sir.”

“Siang. I just wanted to say the same to you.” Saw Sasmaya shaking. Gama rubbed his cheek slowly. “So your wife met Sasmaya. Accusing Sasmaya of the. It seems to be your household issue. But Sasmaya is the victim here. Finish it well.”

“Meanour?” Weka who did not know sat down to ask.

“Your wife accuses Sasmaya of not sending you money. While Sasmaya does not tell you honestly what money from you is for. Just because you want to surprise your wedding anniversary goes beautifully.”

He shook his head again. Grabbing the hand of Gama who is still rubbing his cheek.

Gama disconnects the phone. “Then he apologizes. I will forgive .. but not to be forgotten. A leader must also be able to lead his family well,” breakup.

...***...

First day of work at the beginning of the week. The GPP floor feels different. Rumors of Weka Yuda mutation sticking out from nowhere the source.

Sasmaya took a breath as she opened the door of her room. Gama must have made a report yesterday. Until the HRD department decided to mutate the boss.

At least this issue should not interfere with its activities. Maybe this is his weakness. Not daring to say no, even if it had to sacrifice his feelings.

Before noon he was called by Mr. Affan to his room. It turned out that there Mr. Weka had been sitting facing Mr. Affan.

He sat next to Mr. Weka. Reviewing the smile when his gaze met with his superior.

“Begini, Sas.” Affan started talking. “The management has decided Mr. Weka to be switched to the branch. Starting next week. With the same department.”

The rumors turned out to be real. Is it all because of him?

“Pak Weka has also agreed and received the memorandum letter," Affan continued.

This fast?

“As long as the editor-in-chief of GPP is empty, you are appointed to be the interim editor in chief.”

He looked at Affan. I think it's too early. Too often if only reasoned because of him.

“Sorry, Sas. I apologize on behalf of my wife. My wife is very sorry. Already accused and humbled you,” regret Mr. Weka. Then hand over the money transfer evidence to him. “One more time I'm sorry, Sas.”

“This is just a communication miss, sir. I have forgiven you too,”.

The meeting in Affan's room ended after 30 minutes. He and Mr. Weka even walked together to the GPP floor. Nothing has changed from Mr. Weka. His attitude is the same towards himself.

Until Mr. Weka entered his room. He chose to go to the lobby. Ordering ojek in the app.

Arriving at a hotel that became his destination, his steps were so steady. Towards a room that blends with the hotel building. Knock on the door 2 times. Opened it. It looks like Gama is sitting in his chair a little surprised.

“Sas,” Gama rise. Approaching him.

He raised his hand. Breathe rapidly. “How can a Gama report to HRD to mutate someone just for trivialities?”

Gama approaching. He raised his hand back. Pacing.

“It's not professional. It's just a misunderstanding. Personal problems mixed with one's performance. It is not fair!” repelled.

Gama will answer. But his hand was raised again.

“You know, if only because of accusations without evidence, keep us angry and vengeful. What do we want to be?”

Non-rigid. Gama is not moving.

“I'm not good with Mr. Weka. I feel like I can't do this. What people say about me. Mr. Weka was recently appointed editor-in-chief. Just days.”

He looked at the man who was still in his place.

“Do not because I am the future wife of the Father, continue to casually report. Make complaints and clarify questions. This makes me uncomfortable. I don't want this,” protest.

The man crossed his hands on his chest. Stared at.

“I beg you not to be like this. I've forgiven Mr. Weka's wife. I assume she may be .. jealous, yes jealous maybe. Or ... afraid of losing her husband because of his love.” It runs like iron. Opposed to Gama's attitude which he considered arrogant.

While Gama is still in place without shifting a bit. Follow his movements without anyone being left behind.

Silent. Steps ceased. The phrases stored in his mind had all been expended.

“Why silent?” Staring at the man who did not respond to him. He sat down on the sofa rough.

It feels like Gama wants to laugh, but it's snuffling. Laughter that he kept deep. He sat next to Sasmaya.

“So the reason Weka's wife is because she's jealous? Okay make sense. Then what if my reason for not accepting you being accused like that?” Gama returned the question.

“But that's not the way,” sergeant.

Gama menukas, “Then how to?”

“Ya .. simply give a reprimand. Mr. Weka apologized as well. His wife is also sorry,” he replied.

“Unfortunately I still do not accept,” Gama menukas do not want to lose.

Urge his breath clear, “What the hell do you not accept? They've apologized. We have forgiven too. I'm not fussing about that.”

“Forgiven not forgotten.”

He threw his back behind. Closing the eyelids. It is difficult to negotiate with Gama. Distorting a problem that really does not need to be exaggerated. “I don't understand,” complains resigned.

The man hooked his hair behind his ears. Then said, “Because I love you.”