FORCED CHEATING
283FLASHBACK (PART 2)
After learning that the Great Lord was the father of Ramzi and the in-law of Sofi, somehow Mirza felt that there was a little in her heart. That feeling should not need to exist, especially to the point of disturbing him because he has chosen to make peace with the past.
The reflection of the morning sunlight slapped the clear surface of the water in the swimming pool in the rooftop area of Mr. Alatas palace. The great master had just finished his sunbathing activities, he seemed to have difficulty reaching his bath robe on the poolside table, for a while Mirza did not notice it, Mr. Alatas also seems reluctant to ask for help. He only glanced at Mirza who was sitting with a foresight, blankly staring out of nowhere. But thankfully as soon as Mirza became self-conscious, otherwise it might have made the Great Lord angry.
“Let me help you, Sir,” immediately grabbed the bath robe and helped put it on the Master.
Dragging his steps, enticed Mr. Alatas to walk away from the edge of the pool.
“Master, let me drop off –“ Mirza pushing a wheelchair in Mr. Alatas' footsteps.
“No need,” said indifferently, although it looked tired because it was recovering from a mild stroke and arthritis that later attacked him, Mr. Alatas this time did not want to use a wheelchair.
Mirza understood, That master must be upset with her. Soon he followed Mr. Alatas from behind until he reached his private room.
“You can go,” said Mr. Alatas cold as usual.
“I'll prepare the medicine you should drink first, Sir,” walk towards the nightstand while Mr. Alatas sits on the sofa single corner of the room.
Mirza's movements did not escape the attention of the Great Lord, his instincts like a detective who quickly kissed suspicion.
“Do you want to stop working?” todong Tuan Alatas suddenly made Mirza who was about to put a glass filled with water had to freeze for a moment.
“Mak – sud, Mister?” asking doesn't understand.
Squeezing both eyes, “you're in trouble,” said Mr. Alatas, - that sounds more like an accusation than a question.
Climb for a while, but then immediately cover it. He placed a glass and some pills that he had prepared near the Great Lord.
Mirza's heart was not good, her master really kissed her gelagat. But of course it was impossible for him to justify his Master's accusation just now. There was no way Mirza said that the fact that the Great Lord was Sofi's father-in-law had disturbed her mind. Mirza strongly rejects the prejudices that had plagued her mind several times; what if Mr. Alatas knew that he and Sofi had been involved in a forbidden relationship? –though he admitted because of his error. What if Mr. Alatas gets angry and fires him while he desperately needs a job right now?
“Actually I want to talk about something, Sir,” Mirza later said.
Not saying, grab a glass and take some pills that have been provided for him.
“Master, shouldn't you follow therapy?” continued Mirza, to find the right thing to answer the suspicion of the Master.
“I will not go to the hospital for any business,” said Mr. Alatas put his glass back.
“Sorry, Sir. In my opinion, it will greatly help your health recovery.”
“You don't have the right to force me!” resolute Mr. Alatas by sharpening his eyes.
Mirza nodded, “ alright, then excuse me first, Sir,” chose to leave the Master and immediately breathed a sigh of relief once out of the room because it felt like it had escaped suspicion.
That day was a record for Mr. Alatas for speaking more words and being able to string whole sentences consisting of subjects, predicates, and words, objects and captions on Mirza –kayak SD children again learn to make complete sentences, wkkwkwk. Although her heart was racing a little faster, Mirza was quite happy that her master spoke more to her.
Mirza returned to her room, arranging the steps she would take to stay in Mr. Alatas' palace. Lightly massage both temples. Rumors that he accidentally heard from several servants after the removal of photos of Ramzi and Sofi from this magnificent palace a few days ago, Mirza learned of the fact that the Master's relationship with her son and daughter-in-law was very unkind, and that's what caused her health to continue to deteriorate and be very cold to everyone. Mirza has also succeeded in extracting information from Rinara why Mr. Alatas so hateful to Sofi, the answer of course makes Mirza ketar ketir. Mr. Alatas knows all about Sofi's actions since he has not officially become a son-in-law in this palace.
Mirza can't leave the palace of Mr. Alatas, she desperately needs her job. He must try to make the Master confident and trust him completely, he must make Mr. Alatas really comfortable to be cared for by him.
The smart phone from the nightstand drawer to be reactivated. He is looking for all information related to coronary heart disease and good things to do to stay healthy. From that day on, Mirza was busy with various forms of therapy for heart patients before he applied himself to the Master.
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Dusk hung in the western sky, from the rooftop garden of his wema palace, Mr. Alatas was checking the files brought by his secretary. A moment later, he looked at the screen of his laptop.
“Go, sell some of our stocks that continue to decline,” he said while closing his laptop half irritated.
“But sir, the company will lose even more,” the fashionable secretary wearing the blazer peach refused it.
“Don't argue if I don't want to fire!” sharp manatap makes the secretary guts.
“Good, Sir. Immediately I will give the report,” got up and then excused himself by reaching back some of the maps he had brought.
The company's unstable condition because the stock continues to decline sharply makes Mr. Alatas increasingly under pressure. He was silent on his wheelchair with all sorts of disheveled thoughts. On the side of the pool he noticed Mirza who was sitting looking at the gadget screen, the breeze of the afternoon and breezy seemed to make Mirza khusuk in his position. Several times Mr. Alatas hissed massaging his forehead. He lowered his gaze long enough as if he was counting on the floor for the profit and loss of his company so far.
“Master, do you want to log in now?” mirza's sudden question somewhat surprised Mr. Alatas.
“You're done?” Mr. Alatas asked back.
Mirza just nodded, why did her Master even ask like that?
“What do you do?” back asking.
“Just read some articles about heart disease. I think –“
“My attention to the room,” prune Mr. Alatas who does not seem to want to listen to Mirza's explanation further.
“Good, Sir,” according to him, maybe this is not the right time to talk to the Master.
Arriving in the room, Mr. Alatas asks to be left alone, he looks more moody than usual. After making sure the Master didn't need anything, Mirza headed to her room to rest.
A few hours later, when Mirza was just finishing praying, the door to her room was knocked down in a hurry. A male servant stood with a tense face in front of his room.
“Master, the Great Lord is deteriorating,” he said after Mirza opened the door. “Tuan Gerald asks you to get there immediately.”
Without replying, Mirza immediately closed the door and walked quickly to Mr. Alatas' private room while still wearing a sarong, cocoa shirt and pecans and carrying his prayer mat.
“Gerald, what happened?” Mirza asked who found the Master lying weakly on his luxurious bed.
“I think the Great Lord passed out, he did not say when I knocked on the door to bring him dinner,” Gerald looked very anxious.
Mirza fingered Mr. Alatas' pulse, weak. He asked Gerald to call Janson's doctor. But then Mr. Alatas sounded like he was delirious in a weak voice, his head shaking faintly. Mirza and Gerald looked at each other, both of whom said it might be a sign that the Master did not want to be treated by a doctor. Mirza then headed to her room to pick up the tensimeter. Systolic pressure reaches 150 mmHg, diastolic pressure reaches 90 mmHg, the results obtained.
“How?” Ask Gerald.
“High enough, I'll ask doctor Janson if it's good if given blood pressure-lowering drugs now.”
Gerald nodded and gave his cell phone, Mirza out of the room to talk to doctor Janson, there were two male servants who stand ready as a bodyguard.
After Mirza's completion, she immediately re-entered, taking the drug that Doctor Jonson intended from Mr. Alatas's medicine box.
“Help me to change his position, Gerald. Big Lord should not be in a lying position,” said Mirza.
“Good,” immediately help prepare the pillow and fix the position as requested Mirza.
“Drink the cure, Sir,” Mirza sits on the edge of the bed giving Gerald aided medicine.
“What doctor Janson will be here?” Gerald asked after Taun finished taking the medicine.
“No, let me accompany the Great Lord tonight. I'll report to the doctor if there's any development.”
“Alright, I'll keep watch outside if I need anything,” Gerald said.
“Thank you.”
“Oya, you definitely haven't had dinner yet right? I'll have the waiter bring her here for you.”
“Nevent gone, later. I'm not hungry yet.”
Gerald just nodded, then immediately came out.
That night, Mirza lay on the corner sofa of the room. As often as possible he makes sure the condition of his Master is good. Night creeping sea, Mr. Alatas also seems slumbering in his sleep. Mirza tried to close her eyes, had a lot of information and articles read related to the disease of the Master, but nothing seemed suitable to be applied to Mr. Alatas. After being reluctant to go to the hospital, he is also now reluctant to meet with doctor Janson. Mirza let out a heavy sigh, maybe Mr. Alatas was just bored with the reality of himself as he is now.
Tired of her own thoughts, Mirza fell asleep until dawn. He was aghast because he felt careless with the condition of the Master. But he was immediately relieved after getting closer to the bed, and Mr. Alats was still sound in his sleep.
The long prayer rug he laid out on an Armenian carpet with maroon-colored Dragon Eagle on the side of the room, two rakaat he tuned in silence. During his stay at the palace of Mr. Alatas, it felt like only this time he was solemn in his corner. How many problems in his mind, to make his worship tasteless.
Tepekur long enough after the greeting, chanting sebait prayers for the beloved child and wife. Perih remembered Nala, this hour is usually the tiny baby is awake. His clear eyeballs really make him miss, Mirza will kiss the baby until the wife nagged him because it was considered too nosy. Usually they will argue small who will bathe first because each of the igin with Nala. Not feeling a clear circle seeping from both corners of his eyes, not long ago he felt the happiness of being a father but now he left them as a coward.
A series of prayers he also pinned to his beloved mother. All his debates with Bu Een are still recorded clearly in his memory, but of course as a child who always tried to be filial, Mirza could not afford to hate his mother. He is very aware, without the mother of course he will not be born into the world. Remembering the mother in her prayer made Mirza sad and published regret. Who's keeping her mom in post-surgery? Who will prepare all the daily needs of his mother? Who will take her to the doctor? His feelings were increasingly miserable to make his cries break, his shoulders shook with his sobs, Mirza really felt like a child who was negligent to parents.
Still in her position, Mirza heard a faint voice that made her turn towards Mr. Alatas. Swiped both eyes but still leaves a wet trail there. Mirza is approaching soon. Sure enough, it turned out that his master had woken up, he was trying to ask for a drink with his hoarse voice.
“Master, you're awake? Do you need anything?”
“MINum ..” said Mr. Alatas.
Gegas Mirza got him a glass of water and helped his Master to drink.
Mr. Alatas then pointed at the window and the balcony door. Mirza understood, he opened all the room curtains and balcony doors that immediately delivered fresh air in the morning.
“What Master wants to exit?”
Mr. Alatas shook his head.
“Mirza, are you crying?”
The deg!
Mirza was surprised by his master's question. Not only that, as long as he stayed to take care of the Master, only this time Mr. Alatas mentioned his name.
Spring Mirza swipe back her two still wet eyes, “Master, I just –remembered my family.“
“Do you miss them?”
Nodding slowly, for some reason his heart returned mellow.
“Do you hope I'll give you time off work?”
Immediately shook his head, “No Sir. I'm not likely to leave you.”
“Why not? Is family not more important to you?”
Small smile, “of course important. Family is everything to me, sir. I'm sure God will take care of them, I always pray for them.”
“What if God doesn't take good care of them?”
Mirza frowned, Mr Alatas what was the dream last night? Is this prejudiced against God? Inner Mirza was a little astonished.
“God is like the prejudice of his servant, Sir. If we are prejudiced, then good is He to us, and vice versa.
Not answering, Mr. Alatas then asked to be helped to the balcony with his wheelchair.
Said he didn't want to? Now even ask to come out? Mirza is in again.
The sky is still gray with a golden tinge on the eastern horizon, from the balcony of this room they can see the beautiful scenery.
Mr. Alatas' face looks fresher now, the morning air has made his mood good.
“I have a boy,” said Mr. Alatas without looking at Mirza. “She's my only pride.”
Yes, I know. His name is Ramzi, right? The inner voice of Mirza.
“She handles all the family business well. He is almost perfect as a man, there is only one drawback,” continued Mr. Alatas still with the same view, looking up at the morning sky.
Mirza did not want to ask, to make Mr. Alatas continue his own sentence, “ia defeated by a woman,” he continued bitterly.
Mirza knew what Mr. Alatas meant, a bit claustrophobic in his chest. “Master, the presence of women in the life of a man is precisely to strengthen. So I don't think there's a losing term win or who is more domineering between the two when they're married,”
“You know that my son is married?” look at Mirza.
Saying a bit doubtful, “me –knows him from –“ stamped because it feels wrong said.
“I remember with the CV you submitted,” trim the sentence Mirza, “You were on Delta Cruise?”
Nodding faintly, not expecting his master to ask this. “You know the wife of my son?”
The deg!
“The woman has a syndrome,” again Mr. Alatas trimmed, “there is a possibility that you have met her in a medical center, or you even have treated her.”
Immediately looking for the next reasonable answer, and lucky to be saved by the sound of knocking on the door of the room rather loud so that it seized the attention of Mr. Alatas.
Gerald emerged from behind the door with his face fresh. “Sorry, Sir. I knocked on the door too hard, I think no one heard it for fear of something happening,” he said after approaching.
“What's up?” Mr. Alatas asked flatly.
“Doctor Jonson waiting for you under.”
“Who contacted him?” looking at Mirza as if asking her, Mirza immediately shook her head.
“Doctor deliberately came because since last dawn earlier contacted Mirza there was no answer,” said Gerald.
“Tell him, I'm good and he doesn't have to worry.”
“But, Mr –“
“Starting today he will be fully responsible for my health,” look at Mirza who had felt shocked.
“But Mirza is not a doctor, sir. He was only a nurse,” Gerarld successfully made Mr. Alatas draw sharp both eyes to make Gerald no longer dare to argue, “baik, Mister,” said Gerald immediately out of the room.
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The days continue to roll, although the circumstances of Mr. Alatas not too show a significant development but he looks more often chat with Mirza, he said, like this afternoon off taking all his medicine Mr. Alatas asked Mirza to accompany him in his study.
“Master, do you really think I can handle your health?” asked Mirza who seemed to have started to feel closer to the Master.
“Ya,”
“Then, may I ask you to no longer be busy with a laptop or the like with it?”
Looking with a flat gaze, as if to say ‘not’ but reluctant to say.
“I think it will affect your recovery period.”
“So do you think?”
“Ya,” replied Mirza sure. “Because every time you're done with all that, you'll look moody, and it's not good for your health.”
Quietly, perhaps in his little heart also confirmed Mirza's words. He often felt his nerves tighten every time he finished reading the company report.
“Master, you have a lot of people trust, why not give full confidence to them for work?”
Still faithful in silence, staring blankly at the monitor screen in front of him. “Do you think if I had a son he would behave the same as you?” the question sentence that was thrown from Mr. Alatas was so soft.
Sneaking for a moment, “doesn't you really have a boy?”
Leaning his back while sighing heavily, fell silent back for a while.
“Master, every child will definitely do the best he can for his parents,” Mirza said later.
“I have long felt like I have no children,” muttered softly as if talking to himself.
Is this a desperate remark from Mr Alatas? Where did the Great Lord who seemed firm, hard and arrogant go? why did he suddenly become this mellow? Inner Mirza astonished.
But then Mirza seemed to dissolve in the mood of the Master. Maybe that's what her mother felt. Abandoned by his only favorite child, moreover, Miss Een had no one to rely on, unlike Mr. Alatas who was surrounded by so many loyal and loyal servants. But it's Miss Een's fault for never being nice to anyone else. Mirza breathed a rough breath to make Mr. Alatas turn to her.
“What do you think?” mr. Alatas' question left Mirza stunned for a moment.
“Trust me Sir, every child must love their parents. Moreover, his parents have given everything with all body soul,” said as if he was convincing his own parents.
“But a child's sacrifice is not yet how.”
“Of course Sir, because the sacrifice of parents will not be avenged, even though a child gives his life though.”
Smiling faintly, “thank you yes, you have tried to comfort me,” said Mr. Alatas.
It was the first time Mirza had seen Mr. Alatas smile and thanked him. The lamentable Great Lord could say thank you as well, Mirza smiled back.
“I tell you the truth, Sir. I'm not entertaining you,” Mirza later said.
“You still have parents right?”
Nodding, “a mother, my father has long died.”
“What is your relationship with him?”
Nodding again, but his little heart said ‘ is not too’
“Do you have children?”
Nodding for the third time, “a little princess.”
“What would you do if someday your daughter went against the best choice you gave her?”
Silent for a moment, the Master felt like a presenter quiz, why did the name start from earlier?
Bravely staring at the Master still in pursed lips.
“Already, no need to answer,” broke Mr. Alatas trying to get up from his seat by holding on to the arm of his work chair. “You haven't been a parent for long, I asked the wrong person.”
“Whatever my daughter wants later, as long as she is happy with her choice God willing I will support her,” Mirza said as she approached to help Mr. Alatas sit on his wheelchair. “Because the best according to parents will not necessarily make a child happy,” continued Mirza.
Mr. Alatas wordlessly, Mirza's gurgas led him to the Master's private room because it was time to rest.
“Happy rest, Sir. I'll be back in the afternoon,” Mirza said after keeping a wheelchair in the corner of the room.
“Meet Gerald after this, tomorrow we will go,” Mr. Alatas' successful announcement makes Mirza astonished.
“Where to go, Mister?”
“Ke a wedding reception event.”
“Marriage perception?” increasingly astonished.
Nodding, “ia my son's former personal assistant. The ideal woman to be a son-in-law,” sounded disappointed at the end of her sentence.
Mirza understands the feelings of the Master, “pair with the past, Sir. It will make you more calm and happy.”
Not answering, his face still showed disappointment.
“The present circumstances are the best for us, sir. Instead of you feeling drawn out disappointment, why not accept the reality of your son and daughter-in-law who now?”
Swaying in his silence.
“I'm sure, if you open up for them, they'll be very happy back at you.”
Still not responding. Mirza understood that Mr. Alatas' little heart was raging with various rejections, of course he was filled with god-level prestige. But at least Mr. Alatas is better than his mother who always defies with harsh and painful sentences. In his heart Mirza is determined to make Mr. Alatas melt.
“Master, the blood relationship will not be interrupted even at any time. No matter how angry you are at your child, he remains your flesh and blood, nothing can change him. And I'm sure, your son must actually love you very much,” Mirza knows Ramzi personally, he's a good man, therefore he can be very sure to say it to Mr. Alatas.
Snort riled, “alah, save your talk for later. Quickly go see Gerald now,” Mr. Alatas turned his eyes away.
Mirza just sighed, “well, Sir,” turned her heels leaving the Master's room. All his words were considered a lecture by the Master, hem...
Not difficult to find the figure of Gerald, Mirza met him in the garden behind the vast palace, Gerald had just finished giving instructions to the palace garden workers.
“Gerald,” call Mirza. “Big Master told me to meet you.”
With a sour face, not as usual.
“You look very close some time lately with the Big Lord,” Gerald said a little annoyed. “Be closer than his personal server.”
Linking both base of his eyebrows, “You're jealous? You envy me?”
“You dare say that to me? I've been working here for a dozen years,” said Gerald.
“Ya continues? You don't like my negliat –“
“You must have a certain intent,” directly accuses without a stale ado.
“I don't want to debate, whatever you want to say,” Mirza restores her hair is upset. “I only do my best as his personal nurse.”
“But what you do exceeds a nurse, that's why I say the Big Master needs a doctor not just a nurse, "the Gerald circus.
“And the Great Lord needs not only the treatment of his illness, but also his psychic. He needs a talkative, he needs someone to be a good listener!”
“Psychic you say? Do you think the Great Lord has a mental breakdown?” increases intonation.
“Gerald, you know who said that? Not me! I didn't say that!”
Looking around, worried that someone would hear the discussion. “You're not a psychologist, okay?”
“And you –“
Drrrrrt ….
The cell phone in Gerald's pocket vibrated to prevent Mirza from continuing her annoyance.
“Ya, Sir?” soon Mirza answered the Lord's call through her cell phone. Seemed solemn listening to the voice of the Great Lord. “Good, Sir. We will go now.”
Riveted in place, Gearld's annoyed face evaporated instantly. “Cast come with me, Big Lord would like to see you presentable while accompanying him on the show tomorrow!”Gerald turned back first.
Immediately Mirza lined up Gerald's wide steps.
“What does that mean you want to take me shopping?” asked Mirza with a plain face. “Emh, I mean do I have to wear clothes like you gini, suit and –“
“For you to wear your nurse's shirt, it's faster!” gerald's lips without looking.
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