GENK DUDA ACUTE
41. Which Answer Is 'And I Give You

“Kira why?” ask Mr. Mustafa.

“Yes, because we ...,” replied Musdalifah.

“Masa, anyway?” sahut Pak Mustafa's.

“What do I need to ask in?” ask Musdalifah.

“I want them together again. Let Mr. Toni not late at the office. Sometimes kasian if his friends are busy.” Mr. Mustafa turned his head into the room where Toni and Wulan were.

“I too, Sir. Mr. Toni wants to be with Ms. Wulan. Not the other one. Although dating the same mbak Tasya, but it seems that Pak Toni rarely chat seriously. Mr. Toni followed his young soul mbak Tasya aja. Hanging out to and fro.” Musdalifah held the skinny shoulder of Mr. Mustafa and also stuck his head into the room.

“If I want you two to sit back and finish our report,” continued Santoso, from behind Musdalifah's shoulder.

Pak Mustafa and Musdalifah both flinched and looked back. They shuffled back and headed back towards the seats.

“Signature only stay, kok.” Santoso handed over some sheets of paper that had to be signed by both Mus.

Meanwhile in the room.

For a moment, Toni let Wulan cry on her shoulder. He wondered what Rey had been doing all this time. Should have been, since the incident in Sukabumi he realized that Wulan looked so anxious when the commotion occurred. Toni doesn't want geer. But now he felt that Wulan was worried about his fate at that time. Not Rey. Wulan is worried that Rey might cross the line.

Wulan straightened her body. He did not dare to look directly at the face of Toni who was staring at him. “Your shirt is wet,” says Wulan. He rubbed the part of the shirt of the man he was riding to cry. He feels so ridiculous. Some years as much as possible avoid and close her ears tightly from the news about her ex-husband, but when she met he always cried.

Shame on Toni. She was embarrassed to think she had met the man who could replace her ex-husband. She was embarrassed to think that Rey would be able to treat her better. Rey is good. Never disputed his status. A divorcee without children. Rey also accepts her mediocre family. But ... A year into a relationship with Rey, Wulan often received an apology from the man.

Rey was very irritable and said rudely. After making Wulan cry, Rey always apologized. Even once when Wulan broke off their relationship, Rey to rest at his feet apologizing. Once there, Wulan is unaware of Rey's behavior.

Until finally, Rey found out about the Wulan loan that was rejected by the bank. Wulan's guarantee in the form of a unit of his private house, not enough for the amount of loan he applied for. Rey offers a loan of a large amount of money with ‘ installments according to the ability’. Wulan who did not want to be indebted, forced Rey to make a deal. Finally, Wulan owes Rey a sum of money that she owes. And also ten percent of the company's shares, now in Rey's hands.

Toni rubbed the remaining tears on Wulan's cheek with her index finger. He did not heed Wulan's words about the shirt wet with tears. Wulan is a woman who doesn't talk too much. His ex-wife rarely jokes and often looks serious. How angry Rey is with Wulan to be able to physically hurt the woman. If he wants to see Wulan cry, Rey just needs to yell at him. Wulan must be crying. There was no need to make a scar on his body.

Toni felt the phone in her pocket vibrate. It was a short message.

“Before,” said Toni, her left hand still holding Wulan's hand. His other hand reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket. Message from Dean.

‘Lo from earlier. There was no protest. Great mark. Santoso was still there, but everything was fine. Don't let Wulan go home alone. You take the car, drive it to his house. Kan, you know his house. Lo back what, it's none of my business.’

“Ckckck ...” Toni clucked and shook her head looking at her phone.

“Mmm—”

“Udah malem, I anter home.” Toni stood with Wulan's hand.

“I brought a car, no need to transfer. Some of you must also be tired,” said Wulan, wriggling hands in Toni's grip to escape.

Toni closed her mouth. Yesterday he could kiss Wulan, she was crying on his shoulder. Now, that woman doesn't want to be held by him.

“This is malem, I anter.” Toni shakes Wulan's shoulder, hoping that her hand will not be removed.

“It's done? You ... demanded, yes?” ask Wulan. He walked slowly out of the room.

“Pak Mus too? Mus pass not injured?” Wulan. His tone immediately rose when he heard the name of an old male employee who was thinly petite even became a victim of Rey.

“What a wound. Most just bruises,” replied Toni. He glanced at the three people sitting at the other table.

“Memar ...," murmured Wulan. "I really don't go home by myself. Where is your car?” Wulan circulated the scenery to the Polsek courtyard.

“I was here by police car,” replied Toni.

“So? From earlier was it alone?” ask Wulan again. Toni nodded.

“Which car keys?” Tony reached out his hand.

Wulan seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then he opened his small bag to pick up the car keys and handed it to Toni.

“Ayo,” invite Toni. He ventured to hold Wulan's hand back to the black sedan near the exit. He opened the door and held Wulan's back until she entered and sat firmly.

Toni half ran around the car and sat behind the wheel. Two minutes later, the car's engine was on.

“But you do not bring a car, how will you go home?” tanya Wulan looked at Toni in the dark.

“Mmm ... Home yes?” Tony rolled his eyes, thinking. He then gently rubbed Wulan's back. “Which way later, don't think about it. Easy,” heir.

At one of the tables. Pak Mustafa who had felt his name mentioned someone, immediately turned his head. Musdalifah immediately put his palm in front of the face of Mr. Mustafa.

“Don't be seen .. Come on, we're also ready to go home. Mr. Toni has returned home.”

“I'll go straight home, huh. Already malem. The office was also locked all the same security guards. I took ojek aja,” Pak Mustafa said. “What are you riding, Mus?” Mr. Mustafa turned to Musdalifah who put the papers on the table.

“What goes by in front of the police, sir. Horse passing, yes, horse riding.”

Mr. Mustafa grimaced to hear Musdalifah's words.

“Why wait to pass in front of Polsek, if there is one in dalem?” Santoso lifted his bag. “Come, I anter.”

“Anter Pak Mustafa also,” Musdalifah said.

“Actually, my bill is only for handling cases aja.” Santoso.

“Enter me to my boss's bill. My boss paid, really. Impossible free. Come, Sir!” Musdalifah held the small shoulder of Mr. Mustafa towards the exit.

“Mbak Musdalifah sitting in front yes ..” Santosa said as he approached his car.

“Why should I be in front?” Musdalifah.

“Let me diligently see the left rearview,” said Santoso, relax.

“Can-can. The same stanter all his mouth,” grumbled Musdalifah opened the car door.

To Be Continued