Blind Date's
64. I'll make her fall in love with me
...64. The precision...
The prime day of post-holiday work made him less comfortable. Not because of anything. In the depths of his heart he looked for answers, just in case his co-workers said, “Happy Sas. Join happy with lo.” wedding Or, “ih .. no wedding invitations. What man's husband, Sas?” Even what if he meets accidentally with an employee of Zoon, who clearly knows he and Gama are getting married.
His mind even bares buana not because of. Makes him look when his shoulder is patted by someone from behind.
“Lapse of leave is not spirit!” said Wita.
He smiled faintly.
“Where were you yesterday, Sas?” wita. His co-worker nudged his arm, “gue wanted to follow kayak lo. Travel 3-4 days to where it is, refresh the brain that has stuck.”
He smiled faintly again. Luckily the elevator door opened. He's coming in. Along with other employees.
But Wita still had time to ask, in the iron box that holds 6 people. “Or don't-don't you take a vacation with the guy who tagged you on instagram is it? Who the hell, Sas?”
Make the others look at Wita. Then switch to him. It seemed like they were also listening to his conversation with Wita. And now waiting for the answer. Although other department employees, but from the identification marks hanging on the neck clearly they can be traced from any part. And only he and Wita are from Gama Pustaka.
“Malah daydreaming,” tangkas Wita. The elevator doors open. His co-worker was forced to get out of the elevator. “Initial, yes, Sas!” waved hands.
He replied with a faint smile.
Not long after he entered his room. Gontai's steps. Just about to open the door to his room. Shouts calling her name made her turn, “Sasmaya!” Sinta running. Stretch out your hands and grab them. “Gue, kangen know. Sorry, I wasn't there when lo—”
“Gue is okay,” sergeant Sasmaya. Patting Sinta's shoulder. Publish smile. Yesterday he decided to throw away the sadness. He started his life with fun things. Do not want to drag on failure.
Seeing her best friend smiling, Sinta pulled the corners of her lips wide. “Lo, sure?”
He nodded. Bring Sinta in.
“Lo really today ready to work?” Sinta again confirmed the situation.
“Lo can see!” he pushed, shrugged his shoulders. Then back to smiling.
Sinta is relieved, “Thank God. I'm worried about you being down. Keep doing weird things.” Sit down on the couch, after he sits down first.
“I mean lo, I'm suicide?” guess it. Then shook his head, “nyawa I only 1.”
The mother of one child nodded.
“Just ride the same hysteria tornado has made me like a loss of life,” he continued.
“Eh ... lo to Dufan?”
He nodded.
“And you ride hysteria same tornado?”
He nodded again.
Sinta. Shortly clapped. “Great! All this time you never want to ride that ride. I think I have to like you first so I can ride a tornado.” Forced anyway Sasmaya will not want. It turns out that people who are heartbroken courage can go up many times.
“Lo wants to be divorced first by Aa!” he sneered.
His friend shook his head, conscious. “Amit-amit ...” knocking table. Then rise. “Life I mending not rising, than I divorced.”
He chuckles.
“Well, I'm happy to see you laughing like this,” said Sinta.
His forehead wrinkled after his laughter subsided, “But .. I feel parno, Sin. Either I feel it or I forget it. When I fall asleep on the swing, I wear a blanket. As I recall, there is no blanket near me. Does my apartment have ghosts, huh?”
Now it's Sinta's turn to laugh sneer, “Rajin najai, Mom. Let the devil run away...already ah, you forgetful times. I went back,” closed the door to the room. He doesn't care who thinks about last night. Which he thinks is weird.
...***...
In the afternoon, Sasmaya discussed Sofyan Putra's biography. There was a little change that he made. In some chapters he thinks he just found an answer.
“You, sure, Sas?” ask editor.
He nodded.
“What if Mr. Sofyan is angry. Or his family doesn't accept?”
“This biography. The ins and outs of the life background of the characters we raise all we pour here.” He published the biographical book Sofyan Putra. “People will buy this book. Out of curiosity. Sofyan is a successful businessman. Press figures. Literary figure. Impeccable, simple and have a happy family.”
“Crazy lo! I disagree less. It will be pro-contra.” Editor shakes.
“But this is a fact.” Sasmaya added that the Sofyan family's problem was that Gama chose to live alone. Sofyan is willing to give up Zoon's shares in the Netherlands because he wants Gama to return to Jakarta and get married. His business associates definitely did not know the fundamental reason. And they certainly wouldn't have thought. If the main pretension is concerning Gama. Not in business interests.
“This is about Sofyan Putra. Not Gama,” denies the editor.
“Gama is Sofyan's son. Which makes Mr. Sofyan equally worse when left by his wife forever. Even Heti's mother was sick at the thought of her son choosing a different path. In the end willing to release Zoon in the Netherlands. For who? For Gama. So ... What is important in this book. Because it affects the personal and business life of Sofyan,” he explained.
The editor scratched his head. “Lo, no negotiations with Mr Sofyan?”
He shook. “Later after dummy repair, I send his book to him.”
“Continue ending Pak Sofyan's goal of marrying Mr Gama how? Isn't the reason for marrying his son, he finally sold shares Zoon.”
“Mulus but full of intrigue.”
The editor frowned, muttered, “Full intrigue?”
“No need to discuss about his son's marriage. What is clear is that we already know the reason behind the sale of Zoon shares. It's undercover.”
“Ck, I'm so curious, Sas. Who is Mr. Gama's wife who was betrothed to Mr. Sofyan."
“They are not married.”
“Yes, even if they are not married, one day they will also be married. You know, Sas?”
The editor had to stand up. With a disappointed face.
“This is Sofyan Putra's biography. Not a fiction story.” He chuckles to melt the atmosphere.
Leaving her room together Dina— editor-in-chief— secretary approached her.
“Mbak Sas, the same car the office driver had been waiting below,” he said standing as he passed the secretary's desk.
Steps ceased. “But I'm only in charge while editor in chief, Din.” Did the facility get it too?
“This is Mr. Affan's order, Ma'am. After all, this is in accordance with SOP procedures relating to all facilities and benefits for the position of editor in chief. Either temporary or fixed.” Dina pulled a map onto him. “Everything is complete here.”
It opens up a glimpse. There are several facilities that bind the editor in chief, such as; vehicles and drivers, homes or residences, technology allowances in the form of laptops and cellphones, and there are still many points below.
Sasmaya thinning lips. Closing map. “OK,” disconnect.
“Mbak Sas, I send the schedule 4 days ahead by e-mail, yes. Every day I will re-remind,” sergeant Dina.
He nodded and replied, “Oke.”
“O, yes ... at the beginning of next week, there is an editor in chief interview. While the agenda is in the meeting room Gama Pustaka. But it can change. Later I will let you know if the HRD has a change of place.”
“OK. Anything else, Din?”
Dina smile. Boost. “While it is, Ma'am.”
“I'm first, Din,”. Towards the lobby.
A Toyota Camry sedan is parked in front of the lobby. The driver stood ready to open the door.
He throws a smile, “Thank you, Sir.” Go in and sit in the back. Mentioned an address.
The driver nodded. Leaving the courtyard of the GPP building that began to fade. Street lights and buildings were seen glowing from a distance.
Usually use the ojek faster to arrive at the destination. Now he has to be patient. Stuck in traffic and let go of some time waiting for uncertainty.
Sasmaya sent someone a message.
Arriving at his destination he rushed to a cafe. A man waved his hand. Smiled at him.
“Sorry, Mas .. sorry, stuck,” revealed. He shook his chair and sat in front of the man.
“Old song,” slur the boy.
“Be willing to ride ojek so fast.”
“But unfortunately the office facilities are taken,” this male sneer sitting in front of him. Smilingly.
He chuckles. “Mas Oki can aja.”
Oki was one of the friends she knew in other departments in the magazine section. Not architects. Not the interior designer. But he's a journalist for architecture and interior design magazines. At least by dabbling for a long time there, Oki knew the ins and outs of what to ask.
“So how?”
“How is what? Precisely I want to ask, approximately with the photo I sent yesterday, can cost how much?” tanyakanya.
“I can't answer for sure, Sas. Only I can make sure that the quality of interior design with the costum of the image you send is good and neat. Using the best materials. Moreover, all are designed according to aesthetics. Accurate precision. Compact. Compact. Contemporary. And the focal point is in the bathroom. I think his taste is high,” bright Oki.
“With all Mas Oki ratings, how much budget should be spent?”
Along the way home, he is surprised by a number called Oki. Even if it's just an estimate. Even when he sat on the couch. Play remote control bathroom changing colors and lights. The numbers can drain his pockets.
Fantastic nominal only for a studio-type apartment unit. He knows Gama's taste is different. Evident from Zoon's plans in the Netherlands, in Jakarta, as well as Banyu Milli, which he knew. Even his private room.
He grabbed his cell phone lying on the side. Call someone, “Dan, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I'm waiting at the cafe near GPP.”
Has not had time to put back his phone after ending his conversation with Dani, the screen shimmered. Susi called ....
“Halo, Sister Sas. Mas Gama was here. So I tipped the suitcase Mbak Sas same Mas Gama.”
“Lho, Sust. I didn't say it was the same with me. I'm the same Mas Gama different house. Why don't you wait for my instructions!” his protest.
“What does different house mean, Ma'am? I don't understand. It was said by Mas Gama to let Mas Gama bring it. Yeah, I think all of you are.”
“Ehm .. I mean, em .. not good to trouble others, Sus. Lagian Mas Gama is busy.”
“Other people how the hell, Ma'am. Mas Gama is, right, Sas's husband. So it's not anyone else. Uh forgot .. yes, newlyweds .. cie .. cie. Congratulations yes, Mbak Sas .. good luck, sadinah, mawaddah, and quickly get momongan. Let the house be crowded if there are babies. I'm sure Miss Ranti is very happy to have a grandchild. Duh, it's dear, Ma'am. Mas Gama guanteng, Mbak Sas beautiful, surely his baby gemesin.” Susi on the other end railed incoherently. His talk was whistling irregularly. It just closed its eyes.
Until he ended the phone call from Susi when the sound of the doorbell of his apartment unit sounded clinking.