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Chapter 176 Dilemma Career Dinda Part 1

“Trus, when I don't shower?”, Aryan protest.

This one man can sometimes make his wife confused instead of overcast. Just yesterday he felt Arya sounded very sexy at the meeting, now he arrived like a boy Elementary School.

“Gapapa, Din. The origin after that is dried, and replaced again the bandage. If it's like the other day, I'm okay. Because only in some parts. If this is too much. I'd like to see a client this afternoon, not taking a shower. Who is on the run later they.”, said Arya who still forced to take a full bath of water and full of soap.

“Mas, but then later the wound does not heal - it heals because it is wet continue.”, said Dinda trying to give her opinion slowly - slowly.

“Hm. but Din. It will be dried again. Look, I read it on the internet. Ga problem.”, Arya still does not want to budge because this afternoon meeting is very important.

“Ya already.”, said Dinda who finally chose to give up.

His eyes were a little sleepy because all night he was looking after Arya who had symptoms of fever. After dinner, his body heat goes up and Dinda is very worried. Lucky in the apartment, Arya keeps a compress.

Dinda could not sleep well because she had to change the ice inside the Aryan compress. Then he also routinely checks whether Arya's body temperature has dropped. Thanks to the effort, Arya slept well and was fit again this morning.

“Darling, you were tired all night.”, Arya finally realized that Dinda's mood changed.

At first, she had already entered the bathroom, but her feelings were not good and went back to check on Dinda outside.

“Iya, keep big baby.”, reply Dinda.

“Still, yes.”, said Arya kissing Dinda's cheek.

“Hum.. still stinks, shower first. I'll kiss again.”, Arya said jokingly.

“Iiih mas Arya.”, reply Dinda upset but her mood has melted again. It was evident from a smile that had been on his lips.

Cring cring cring.

“Mas Arya, mama phone.”, said Dinda who searched for the origin of the voice and turned out Arya's phone.

“You just lift it, but don't tell me about ...”, Arya said as she pointed at the wound on her body.

“Assalamu’alaikum. Hello, ma.”, Dinda replied. Arya closed the bathroom door.

“Iya ma. Until next weekend we will stay in the apartment. Gapapa, yah ma. Yesterday the time to leave was papa's permission because mama again arisan.”, replied Dinda.

“Alhamdulillah healthy, ma. Just yesterday can't see the gender, ma because it's covered with his feet. The position is less proportional to see the gender. Maybe next month, ma.”, continued Dinda again.

“Iya can, ma. I will tell Arya mas, yes ma. Another shower. Yes, we'll go to the office together, ma. Okay, mama's also yes.”, Dinda hung up.

Huft. Dinda has been stubborn if there's something she has to cover up. He became a bit stiff as he answered. Actually, Dinda wanted to tell my mom, but if Arya said no, Dinda could only follow her words.

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“Sssshhh.. Slow down, Din.”, said Arya who had not stopped grimacing because some injuries were also deep.

“Sabar yes Arya. I'll wipe for a second. The plaster?”, asked Dinda.

“There is in the medicine bag yesterday.”

“Ohiya, it's in here. The doctor just love so much?”, asked Dinda who saw the rest of the plaster just for use today only.

“Later to buy in the pharmacy home from work.”, replied Arya.

“Gapapa, later I'll just buy lunch at the front mall. Because Arya mas meeting afternoon, noon also sometimes eat with clients. If the night is usually a full mall.”, said Dinda.

“Ya already then.”

“Now, his hands.”, Dinda cleans one by one the parts that have wounds. Then apply the medicine and put on a plaster.

Arya could only pay attention to Dinda while doing it patiently and painstakingly. A treatment he had never received before.

“Why didn't I meet you earlier, Din?”, arrived - suddenly Arya issued a random question arrived - arrived.

“Hm?”, Dinda could only let out a puzzled expression.

“What if I meet you first? I'm curious.”

“Hm. Because if Mas Arya met me before I entered the company, maybe I'm still in college, or I'm still in high school. Strange right if Arya mas dating the High School child. ha-ha-ha.”, Dinda laughs satisfied this time mocked Arya's age.

But, on second thought - thought there was a point as well. If Arya met Dinda early, maybe before she decided to go to college in America and that was almost 10 years ago. That is, Dinda is still in High School.

“Where is your new boss?”, Earlier, Arya never issued this question, but the last few days since the unexpected meeting at the restaurant back then, there was a disturbing feeling in him even though he did not show it to anyone.

“Pak Dika, do you mean Arya?”, asked Dinda.

“Yes, who else. If it's Erick, I already know.”

“But, I was curious, how could Arya be friends with Mr Erick?”, instead of answering questions, Dinda instead threw questions again.

“You, habits. Answer questions with questions.”

“Ohiya sorry. Hem.. Mr. Dika…. Hem.. is ordinary. There's nothing special. Just be normal.”, replied Dinda.

This time Arya smiled with satisfaction at hearing that. Imagine, Dinda said an ordinary word, there was nothing special that basically there was nothing to worry about from the man.

“Hm... enggak.”, Dinda had a chance to think first before answering it.

“Eh, no.”

“Before, Arya was satisfied with the answer from her question but the word Dinda just made her tension rise again.

“There?”, Arya asked to make sure.

“Do not move - mas motion, difficult to apply the drug.”, protest Dinda because Arya reflex movement.

“Jawab first. She approached you?”, asked Arya.

“She offered me to join her big project. Same Mba Suci, Mr. Erick, and Mba Rini as well, with some other team members. Although the work is not significant, but he said I can learn a lot.”, explained Dinda.

“And I told you, dinner at the restaurant yesterday was at once kick off the meeting. But..”, Dinda just wanted to offend a meeting with Sarah and Dimas.

“Not because of any other intent, right?”

“Why? Arya did not go overboard. If Wawan mas same mas Egi I can understand, they did give attention because they are like that. But Mr. Dika only sees me as an intern. Mas Arya tuh who many fans.”

“Alright then.”, said Arya while putting up her shirt.

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“Dika, you still do not want to say why it arrived - you can join the same company with Arya?”, asked Sarah who bravely went to Dika's house.

“Sarah, are you crazy? Who you are until you come here. You want Rianti to see?”, said Dika emotion because Sarah arrived - arrived at his residence.

“You don't have to switch the conversation. You have the intention of being connected?”, asked Sarah not to pay attention to Dika's words at all.

“You're really crazy. Okee. initially yes. I wonder what kind of man you tell me about so often? But now it's not. I'm not interested in Arya, you or anyone else. I just want to work normally as usual.”, reply Dika.

“Now you go home, before Rianti or anyone else sees you here. I don't want any trouble.”, just now Sarah wants to talk, Dika's been hunted forcing Sarah to go from there.

“Work normally as usual? Don't hope. You don't really know me yet, Dika.”, threatened Sarah before she finally really left because Dika kept pushing her.

“Paa..”, shortly after that Prince, son Dika ran out calling his papa.

He had been waiting for breakfast together but his father did not return.

“Iya, dear.”, replied Dika while crouched down to equal her son's height.

“Papa talk to whom?”, asked Putera. He seemed to have heard his father speak.

“Nothing. Let's go inside. Aunty must have prepared a good breakfast for the hero papa.”, invite Dika so that the attention of her child is immediately distracted.

“Pa, I woke up mom too yeah, Pa. Let us have breakfast with.”, said Putera offering.

Rarely could he be with his father and mother. Although he was a child, he already understood that the relationship between the two was not really good.

“Ga to darling. We are alone.”, said Dika pulled the arm of his son who already wanted to run to Rianti's room, his mother.

“Why? Papa does not want to eat with mama?”, asked Putera looking sad.

“No, not so dear. Mama must be tired of coming home late. Mom will also have to go to work. You have breakfast just like you, yes.”, Dika is still trying to persuade the Prince to obey.

“No, prince does not want. The prince wants us to have three breakfasts. We rarely get three breakfasts, Dad. Hayuk, pa.”, said the Prince began to act up.

“Ya already, yes already. You wake up mom. But if mama is angry, papa does not want responsibility.”, said Dika let go of his son's hand.

He had to go to the office in half an hour. He didn't have time to serve Prince if he suddenly made a play this morning. The drama of course will not end with just the drama of the Prince, but his mother can also make the drama hotter and make the day worse.

Dika took some bread and put jam on it. He also sipped the prepared coffee. Before long, Rianti came out in neat clothes. It certainly surprised Dika. Usually at this hour, the woman is still sleeping.

Since he was managing his father's company, he didn't need to come on time like the others. So, Dika was used to his own breakfast. In fact, according to him, it would be better if they rarely met.

“Why? You look like a ghost.”, said Rianti opened his first sentence with innuendo.

“No. I'm just surprised you're ready so early.” replied Dikai.

“Why? You don't want to have breakfast one table with me?”, again - again satire comes out of Rianti's mouth.

“Rianti! Keep your attitude and talk. There's Prince. At least behave accordingly.”, Dika saw the face of the Prince began to lose his spirit because of the words and expressions issued by Rianti to him.

“Sit baby.”, said Rianti who also sat down.

The woman took a spoonful of fried rice and put it on a small plate belonging to the Prince.

“Ma, Prince wants eggs too. Papa does not eat fried rice?”, asked Putera while glancing at his papa.

“No darling. Papa eat lightly. You finished the fried rice, yes.”, Dika said with a smile.

Twenty minutes they missed in silence. There is only the sound of spoons and forks clashing to make a sound with the clang of the plate. The prince was eager for the two to chat, but he thought sitting three like this alone was already a special thing for him.

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