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Reza Artamevia - Immortality is heard from the car radio. Rama was humming.
🎶Maybe you love me forever.
Until death separates
It is not just love that momentarily disappears.
When the desire has ended🎶
"Sorry Mas Boss... Can you change the song style? so the same old keingetan, this is a song with memories of him. In fact mah boro-boro love forever, I was left married first" said Mang Ujang ngenes.
"Sorry. I matiin aje deh let Mang Ujang ga kebayang ex, mending us chat what ever, let's not sleepy" invite Rama excited.
"Well, did you bring a car? here I change" said Mang Ujang.
"Just relax Mang, I miss driving, but because it is still jetlag so dare not bring it yourself" replied Rama.
"I want to confide in Mas Boss? yes who knows there is a solution" said Mang Ujang seriously.
"Yes if there is no solution. Most of all, Mang was relieved to be a little because he shared the story" said Rama.
"I've been dating from fifth grade Elementary School, not quite one I mah, at least two girls at once. The SMA continues. Actually mah I am quite aware anyway if not very handsome, but I was not easy to get along, so it is said she said girl at a comfortable near me. But always the damn end. Procure fellow girlfriends, so the fight continues to break up. The grades in school are actually also quite good, ga pinter ga bloon too. Parents are also quite economical, so the farmers say but have their own land. I am the youngest of four children. I was too idealistic to look at women, wanting my wife to be able to understand and understand what I was. From the farmer's son, the rice guru was once my girlfriend Mas Boss. But yes it is, there is a little shortage in him, how can I not accept ya? For example, Mas Boss.he is beautiful but can not cook, immediately drop my love" said Mang Ujang fiery.
"No one is perfect, we have too many flaws. Sure our partner also does not drop fit know our lack?" sahut Rama relax.
"Well that's it, I finally went to Jakarta, later to meet the soul mate of the city. Usually the city people are more insightful, already a year in Jakarta, there are also no women who are concerned. Udah so that capital work is just a High School Degree, apparently not a very practical work behind a desk in the capital. I am fortunate that I can. Never join the electricity, rice porters in Jatinegara, building porters, klining serpis, kenek metromini until now become office drivers. But apparently God taught me many things. Of the many works, had insulted people, not appreciated and considered inferior. That's where I learned to look at things from one side. I used to be impressed I insulted women, eh pergerasain humiliated and considered small. makjleb really feel sin" said Mang Ujang.
"But Mang Ujang was raised with enough love right from parents?" ask Rama.
"Banget Mas Boss, let alone my youngest son" said Mang Ujang happily.
"Thank God for the gift. Most of all, Mang never fancied loved and loved" said Rama began to mellow.
"Emang Mas Boss has never loved a lot? Atuh find a boyfriend try, let me love it" proposed Mang Ujang.
"I want to fix myself first Mang. Now that I realized, after the annoyance and desire to be able to replace the family, fate finally led me to look much deeper. It turns out that through the existing quarrels, the pressures of life that I once experienced, as well as family members who seem indifferent, from there I can learn a lot about love. From Papi who likes to impose his will, I realize that he only wants the best for his children. From Big Brother who looks silent but is actually always there for me, from there I learned the meaning given the opportunity to try. They do it all because of love. Unconditional love and what it is, they love me in their own way, so I want to get a wife from a harmonious whole family full of love, so that our children will not lack affection. I also love a mother. My mother came home when I was born. Have a shadow coke good times ya have a mother. If you connect not necessarily suitable, well if the mother-in-law mah atuh must be suitable" Rama began to vent.
For some reason with Mang Ujang, Rama felt comfortable to tell a story. Although not a month both work together.
"I think Mas Boss was happily born into a wealthy Abrisam family. Pantes aja yes I saw Mr. Isam with his children cold, maap or Mas Boss if I misjudge" said Mang Ujang.
"Ga Mang. nothing is wrong... Want to be my best friend? We remind each other to be better people. Help me rebuild the company not just for us as a family, but for many people who can be helped if the company still exists" said Rama seriously.
"God willing, Boss can do it. But Mas Boss help me too" nego Mang Ujang.
"What help?" ask Rama.
"Help me get a wife" said Mang Ujang while laughing.
"Well, I'm single, if even asked to help single girlfriend nyari boyfriend .. do you want rich how the hell?" said Rama.
"The rich one.. ehmmm .. who is the inceran Mas Boss office person" said Mang Ujang shyly.
"Who?" ask Rama I don't understand.
"Izza. That's his sister Mba Gita. The girl who met Mas in the cemetery was loh. We had breakfast together in Pantry. Who likes Mintain please make a drink in the afternoon. Who taught Mas Boss how to use a photocopy machine" ledek Mang Ujang.
"Many like him?" ask Rama again.
"Yes, if the exact number does not know yes, have never counted how many people like him. Don't tell me Mas Boss also likes ya... weight if the competitors Boss... hehehe" said Mang Ujang.
"Come on." answered Rama.
"Most certainly no. Mas Boss is already in love from first sight. But serem also the story .. first sight of the funeral diarrhea or memories of the two after the grave pilgrimage" said Mang Ujang.
"I and Mba Gita are already rich brother sister, yes Izza also I consider like a sister" cut Rama.
"Ga need to adek an deh Mas Boss, so only, will it really be his sister Mba Gita. I see fit. What the hell are you waiting for?" man Ujang.
"Don't think until then Mang... My head is full of reports that must be studied" said Rama.
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Izza is indeed a new idol in the company of Mr. Isam. His son is calm but his work is very well organized, friendly to anyone but not impressed too open. It is precisely Mba Gita who is always overprotective of Izza. The experience of Mba Gita knowing Nay, really imprinted his mind. She doesn't want any other woman to have the same fate as Nay, let alone Izza, her beloved sister. Izza was present when Mba Gita no relatives in his life. Izza became an outpouring of affection and longing for the family. Since the presence of Izza in the life of Mba Gita, everything feels complete. Izza can be his sister and best friend. There have been many men who have come to get to know Izza, but Mba Gita is always angry. He wants Izza to focus on school first. At High School, Izza never allowed to work in groups or to the Mall with his friends unless Mba Gita joined. Izza is a submissive child, he follows all the words of Mba Gita.
"Za.. later help Mas Rama milah-sort the file of Hotel items that want to be auctioned yes. He wants to know the market price too. Abis lunch, we go to the meeting room to meet Mas Rama" ordered Mba Gita.
"Yes Mba." replied Izza.
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After lunch, Mba Gita and Izza were ready in the meeting room. Rama is still busy video calling Sachi. How adorable Sachi is when she shows dance practice for the stage next month at the teacher's day event. After being satisfied talking with his favorite child, Rama entered the meeting room.
"Ahh...the veiled woman always managed to steal my sight.." muttered Rama in his heart.
Izza and Mba Gita were busy looking through auction goods sites to find market prices for second goods. Rama opened his laptop right in front of Izza. While occasionally stealing a glance towards Izza.
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As usual, Rama will return home from the office after his illness, in addition to avoiding traffic jams due to office hours, he also feels comfortable working if the atmosphere is quiet.
Rama went to the main door. Sachi's babysitter came down the stairs quickly towards the kitchen.
"Mba...what's up?" asked Rama who was shocked to see the scene of descending stairs while half running.
"Sachi Mas's... Sachi .." said Sachi's nanny.
Without hearing any more explanation, Rama immediately ran up to Sachi's room.
"Sachi why?" ask Rama to Mas Haidar.
"Suddenly hot when he woke up, he slept from four in the afternoon, this just woke up crying, given milk vomiting and body heat" explained Haidar.
"Bring to the doctor" proposed Rama.
"Mas asked for the heat-lowering drug first the same as the sticky compress in the refrigerator" said Haidar.
"Rama change clothes yes" said Rama took clothes for Sachi.
On the way to the doctor, Sachi was in Rama's arms. Slowly rubbing this child.
"Father... earlier in the school friend Sachi nanya, kok Sachi ga never delivered the same Mother" Sachi fought with a weak condition.
"Mother Sachi is in heaven" replied Rama.
"Sachi told me that Sachi doesn't have a mother but has a Father and Papa" Sachi continued.
"Sachi became a good child, ask God to meet Mother later" said Rama.
"Sachi was a good boy, but Mommy never came" replied Sachi innocently.
Rama and Haidar looked at each other. This is what has not been prepared by both Rama and Haidar. Sachi will certainly get older, will enter the school world, which automatically his friends will tell him about the figure of the mother.
Rama clutches Sachi's body. With the tears ready to flow, he could not cry in front of Sachi. For him Sachi should always see him happy. During this time he several times took Sachi to Nay's tomb, he showed pictures of Nay in the flash that used to be given by Nay. But apparently Sachi's brain has not been able to digest properly. He was too young to know the truth.
Sachi checked at IGD Hospital, the heat is still not down as well, until the heat is inserted through the anus (sorry) so as not to take a step (heat is too high). Rama came out of the IGD first, there was a phone call from his friend. While sitting in front of the IGD, Rama saw the figure of a woman he was very familiar with. He approached the woman.
"Izza.." said Rama.
"Sister Rama.. uh Mas Rama.." replied Izza awkwardly.
"Call Brother can also be .. let it be different from other rich ga" Rama asked with a smile.
"Who's sick?" ask Izza.
"My son" answered Rama briefly and he just subconsciously answered the child to Izza.
"Oh... What pain does his son Sis?" ask Izza again.
"Hot... What are you doing here?" Rama is back.
"Nganterin neighbor, had suddenly fainted, so I did not bring it here" explained Izza.
"Oh.. You just came home from work haven't had time to change clothes?" rama asked while looking at Izza's clothes were still the same as before in the office.
"Boro-boro changed clothes, had not yet parked in the yard had been intercepted by a neighbor to anterin to the Hospital" Izza replied.
"Nih. use my jacket.it seems you are cold, if I have changed the long shirt a bit thick, so it is not too cold" said Rama while thrusting his jacket.
Izza still isn't budging.
"This is just taken from the closet really, I just used from home to here alone" added Rama again.
"Thank you, my clothes are quite thick anyway, I dress Muslim women who close my body tightly" Izza replied politely.
"Aren't you?" ask Rama.
"What's up?" ask Izza back.
"Tuh the back of your shirt torn a little, maybe something happened, so I bargained for the jacket to cover the part" said Rama.
Izza held the part of his shirt, it was torn a bit long about ten centimeters rich was in a hurry to help lift his neighbors into the car, his shirt stuck on the door.
Izza finally received Rama's oversized jeans jacket on his body, but rather than the tear of his shirt looks more dangerous.
"So girls do not go to ge eran first if offered a jacket. I also do not carelessly nawarin people so aja, well if there are conditions that require rich you gini, may I guarantee" explained Rama cuek.
"So you're sincere?" ask Izza.
"Kalo ga sincere mah ga might be guaranteed. Inget. status borrowed yes. not loved, so if it has been washed, please keep the jacket on my table" ordered Rama.
"Yes" Izza replied.
"And one more thing .. if I give more attention to you, I hope no heart feeling yes. Mba Gita helped me a lot, so naturally dong if I also want to help complete your work. You have a contract, right? I just make sure you work well and don't waste time. Because the company's money must be used as effectively as possible in recruiting employees" said Rama.
"Why should you say rich? it has nothing to do with this jacket. Anyway, I know what I have to do. I still meet the working hours according to the contract even though the morning of college. Mba Gita also said that Kak Rama had nothing to do with the hotel being bankrupt and closed. So I guess, there's no need to help my work" Izza said quite piercingly.
Rama was silent, confused as to what to answer.