
Chapter 34
In the room.. Devan lies down his body that feels fresher after stabbing 2 servings of a can...
He looks closed his eyes while smiling at his own smile.. And shadow the face of Azizah..
Devan's phone rang.. A message from Cicilia..
[Dear.. Have you transferred.. ]
Devan seemed to take a deep breath reading the chat from Cicilia..
Then open his banking and send money to Cicilia..
Shortly thereafter Devan replied to Cicilia's chat..
[It's been but it's only 10jt.. Don't be wasteful..! ]
[It's only 10 jt.. Less power.].
[The store again has a problem.. You are patient, yes.]
No more answers from Cicilia.. It seems Cicilia is angry.. Devan then closed his eyes..
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In the next room.. Azizah who was hugging the photo of her mother while sending the Prayer.. He soon fell asleep too...
In the morning, Azizah was well-groomed.. Some days Azizah always leaves early because the distance to the hospital is quite far and there is a cable excavation that makes the road more jammed..
After saying goodbye to oma.. Azizah also passed with Rendi who had approached her..
" Iamang.. Thanks yeah.. The can of her last night..! It's really ujan.. Warm to the body.." Say Rendi while giving a stock of fried rice to Azizah..
" Same with brother..! Oh yeah what is this...?" Azizah asked while receiving supplies from Rendi..
" That's fried rice.. I-i know.. You haven't had breakfast, have you..? It was mami's morning that made you..!" Said Rendi while driving the car..
" Oh yeah.. Must be delicious..??!" Azizah..
Azizah then opened the provisions that Rendi gave..
" Sister definitely hasn't had breakfast, has he..?" Azizah asked while looking at Rendi.. Rendi just smiled.. Then Azizah scoops the fried rice while feeding it to Rendi..
Rendi also devoured the fried rice that Azizah fed.. Stay focused on driving the car... And they also cut out the provisions on the road..
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Devan looks into oma's room..
" oom.. Dev left first..!" Said Devan as he approached the oma who was sitting on the edge of the bed..
" You didn't have breakfast..?" Ask oma..
" Later breakfast at the office.. Breakfast with papa.. Dev hambur..!"
" Oh my heart..!" I said with a smile..
Devan passed after kissing the back of oma's hand..
Devan props up his car while humming slowly.. His phone is ringing.. Seen an incoming call from Mas Iwan Marketing Car..
(" Hello Good morning Mr. Devan.!") Said Iwan from behind the phone..
(" Yes Iwan.. How's the letter...?")
(" Already Dev sir.. Want to take it or I'll take it.??")
(" Yes already.. Please take me to my office.. I'll send you the address.!")
(" Good sir. thank you.!")
Devan then sent me his office address..
Soon Devan arrived at the office.. His arrival was welcomed by security and also other employees who had come...
" Morning Mr. Dev..!" Saras..
" Morning..!" Said Devan who went straight into his room..
" In..!" Devan..
" I'm sorry Mr. Dev.. Someone's looking for you..!" Saras..
" Who..?"
" His word is Mas Iwan from Showroom sir.. " Answer Saras..
" Oh yeah.. Get him in.."
Saras asked Iwan to enter and Saras to return to his place..
" Good morning Mr. Dev..!" Mas Iwan said while shaking Devan's hand..
" Morning.. Just sit down..!" Said Devan who asked Iwan to sit on the sofa.. Devan's room is pretty big.. There is a toilet and a sofa complete with a table..
" This is Mr. Dev's letter.. In the name of Azizah Ghania..!" Said Mas Iwan while giving the vehicle letter to Devan... Devan accepted it.. Then look and read the letter of the vehicle..
" And this is his car license plate number B 4717 AH according to Mr. Dev's order..!" Say mas Iwan again while putting the number of the car plate on the table.. Devan then looks at the license plate..
Devan appears smiling as a mangosteen..
" okay.. Thank you all as I wish..!" Devan
" All right, Mr. Dev.. If it is right and nothing is wrong.. I'll say goodbye first..!" Said mas Iwan..
" Why hunt so much..!" Ask Devan..
" Yes sir. Dev.. I must return to the absent office..!" Iwan answered with a smile..
" Oh So..!" Devan then took his wallet and took out some banknotes..
" This is for you..!" Said Devan while giving money to mas Iwan as a sign of gratitude..
" Thank you so much Dev..!" Mas Iwan said with a smile.. Then he stepped down and died in the room..
After Iwan passed.. Devan sat back on the sofa watching Azizah's letter and license plate with a smile of his own..
Soon the door was knocked again..
" Yes.. Login..!"
" I'm sorry Mr. Dev.. There's a Cicilia mba..!" Saras.. Cicilia immediately pushed the door and entered Dev's room.. Saras went out of the room..
" Cicilia.. What the hell are you..?? Morning is here..!" Dev was shocked by Cicilia..
" Yes, I want an explanation.. Why did you only transfer 10 million..??"
" Today I said.. The store has a problem.. And aq have to pay all the bills as well as employee salaries..!"
" 10 million is enough.. Your money will be a lot of time only 20 jt you calculate..! Said Cicilia who then sat on the sofa..
Cicilia saw the new car plate following her vehicle letter.. Cicilia then read the letter of the vehicle..
" Azizah Ghania's.. Oh.. So this is why you didn't give me money..???? Because of the money you used to buy a car that silly assistant..??! Said Cicilia loudly..
" It's not so..!" Devan..
" Your tega.. Could buy a fancy car for that Assistant.. But for your own lover you count..!!!"
" I don't think so..!!" Devan said soothe..
" It's not how.. This what's the evidence..??" Say Cicilia while pointing at the letter and license plate on the table..
" Hear baby.. That car is the Azizah Facility as my family's personal doctor..!"
Devan explained..
" Yes, but not so.. You tega.. You're mean to me..!" Said Cicilia while crying.. Devan can't see women crying.. Especially her lover.. Then Devan hugged her...
" All right will aq transfer 10 jt again.. But I hope you can manage your finances.. Don't be so wasteful.. The store again has a problem..!" Said Devan who then took his cell phone and transferred another 10 jt to Cicilia's account..
Cicilia appears to smile as Devan points to the proof of her transfer..
" Thank you dear..!" Cicilia..
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