Istikharah
Sucks Questions

Leon holds a flower basket of various types. He put his foot into the funeral with a grill.

Every time he sets foot here, he always remembers everything. All his mistakes as a husband.

Becca's tomb is on the far side. After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at Becca's meal.

Becca is buried next to Rania in a public burial complex. Diana is buried in an elite cemetery. Not a favoritism Leon, Diana's decision to be buried in an elite place was her in-laws' decision. While he himself could not bear to bury Becca and Rania in the elite cemetery. Understand, the money he has is nothing.

Leon sat down daydreaming beside Becca's grave. Suddenly he was shocked by the sound of his cell phone in his pants pocket.

The one who called was Aldo-his new secretary. Because the old secretary had resigned because he was going to move out of town with his wife.

"Hello, Do. What's up?"

"Bapa where? Ten minutes to the meeting with Mr. Cakra, "tell Aldo from across the street.

Leon bit his lips while punching the ground in annoyance. Why did he forget there was such an important schedule? Mr. Cakra himself is a restaurant businessman who wants to work with him.

"Yes, I'm on the road." Leon had to lie.

After the phone disconnected, she immediately sprinkled flowers on the graves of Becca and Rania.

"So quiet rest, Honey. I'll be here often. Now I have to go, there's a meeting with the client."

After saying goodbye to Becca and Rania, Leon immediately rushed to Alam Sakti Restaurant, where he and Cakra would meet. Alam Sakti Restaurant is a restaurant owned by Cakra.

***

"Mas Leon, I'd like to ask you." Cakra looked at Leon closely. "Said Mas Leon has four wives, huh? How-to? I want to be polygamous too."

Let's just say Leon's getting so bad. He looked at the distraught old man with dislike. If other men might be proud to be asked like that, but for Leon it is a satire. He doesn't like to be asked that way.

"My wife is old, boring. I want to find a fresh wife. I have a lot of money, any woman would want to be like me. Isn't that right, Mas?" Cakra plays the agate ring on his ring finger. The four-headed man spoke confidently.

"Women are immediately melleh if we love money. Must be Mas Leon's wife, right? My wife La wong is too. I actually have a secret boyfriend, but I haven't married." Cakra continued to chatter at length. Made Leon very sick and wanted to leave in front of the old man.

Currently they are alone in a VIP room, maybe because that is what makes Cakra free to talk anything.

"Pak Cakra, sorry yes, I have to leave immediately. There's business." Leon checked his watch on his wrist. Actually he had nothing to do, he was just looking for a way to go from the presence of Cakra.

Cakra did not seem to like it, especially since he had spoken at length and was not responded to by Leon. He looked at Leon with a cynical look.

"Sorry, Sir. I'll go first." Leon bowed politely and rushed out of the restaurant.

"Huf... Good thing you escaped." Leon breathed a sigh of relief while already in the car. He drove his car at a moderate speed. The goal now is to return to the office, because it is still time to work.

But Leon is wrong, news of him being polygamous has spread in his business environment. Somehow the story, suddenly the news has spread.

***

Calina is an artist, but her life is just like everyone else. Maybe people think he's rich, a lot of money. But not so, as a new artist, the pay is not how much. That is why he is living an ordinary life style. Not even have branded goods.

For Calina instead of buying branded goods, he better save money for the future of Arjuna. No one knows when he will be an artist.

"What are you cooking?" Leon asked as he approached Calina who was frying something on teflon.

"March teacher. The cornbread with pempek sauce must be delicious." Calina checked the stove next to her who was cooking pempek sauce. "Juna's asleep?" he asked when he saw Leon alone.

"It has. You're a singer, loh. Is it okay to eat fried food?" ask Leon not to believe it. Because all this time he knew that the singer always kept his vocal cords and did not want to eat fried foods.

Without thinking twice Calina replied, "No problem. There is no scheduled gig tomorrow either. It's time to free yourself to eat anything" said Calina while lifting a bud of ripe corn.

Leon just nodded and saw everything Calina was doing. Before he married Calina, he knew the artist's life was full of glamour and sparkling branded goods.

But now Leon just realized, if to become an artist, that is not the main capital. Basically, the artist is an artist. Therefore, the main capital for an artist is real art.

"Let's eat!"

Calina's voice interrupted Leon. He turned towards the dining table, the corn basket and the pempek sauce were available.

Leon took a seat in front of Calina. "You are not like most women. That other women would definitely avoid dinner like this."

"I am indeed other than the others" Calina said as she poured the gravy into her bowl.

Calina had already ordered a rice bowl for Leon. And for himself was wanting to eat corn, so he did not buy a rice bowl for himself.

"You ate the rice bowl first. Only then did I eat bakwan. Uh, you like bakwan, don't you?" calina asked while blowing the food on her spoon. After it was confirmed cold, he then ate it.

Leon obeyed what Calina was interpreting. Indeed, for Leon will not be full if he has not eaten rice, therefore he must eat rice.

"I love all food" replied Leon. He also enjoyed his umpteenth dinner with Calina.

The face of Calina who brushed the sticky resisting the spicy and hot is a funny sight for Leon. Unconsciously she laughed.

"What's wrong?" Calina asked with a frown.

"Your expression is funny. It's really spicy, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Calina replied while having trouble holding back the spicy. He was often reckless, unmitigated when putting chili into cooking, as a result yes as it is today. He himself is miserable.