Let Us Unite
Part 88's. Compact.
In Zidane's office felt strange about his own body. Since this morning he was nauseous when he smelled perfume.
"Why do you think it stinks today?"
Dion tried to sniff out his body odor, not smelling like usual coke let alone the perfume he used was a classy perfume.
"What the hell sir, a perfumed kayak gini" protested Dion.
"Femor what? Gecko smell like gini."
"Hidung aja father who seems troubled do not lose my body. My men wear expensive perfume spelled out the smell" murmured Dion but it could still be heard by Zidane.
"Here come out do not contradict, if the smell yes just smell do not need to protest."
"What's this?" ask Maura who happened to enter with the files in her hand.
"Do you think I stink?" ask Dion to Maura.
Maura frowned then walked towards Dion. "No, I don't smell it."
"Maura said what, my nose is not normal."
"This is the file that you have to sign today" Maura said as he thrust the file at Zidane.
"Maura you back off, don't come near! Why the hell are you all smelling all today?"
Maura looked at Dion asking for an explanation with an eye gesture.
"Know the devil's welcome in Venice times, round trip so strange," said Dion while deliberately spraying the room fragrance.
"Dion!" zidane shouted, covering his nose, then running into Dion's room.
"Hoo-huek."
"Did you come into my room?" dion protests.
"Who did you spray my room with? Anyway I don't want to know, bring all my work here! For today we change rooms first."
"Seriously sir?"
"Since when has Zidane been allergic to perfume?" inner Dion.
"Seriously it's Dion, you think I'm kidding? There go! It stinks" Zidane said, pushing Dion's body.
"huek-hooq."
"Father isn't sick or possessed, is he?" ledek Dion touching Zidane's forehead.
"Dion!" Zidane.
"He is sir" said Dion as he stepped towards the door.
"Dion! call Zidane back when Dion is out the door.
Dion gawking. "Is He Sir?"
"Change clothes first before delivering files and others. Make sure your shirt has no perfume or other fragrance!"
Dion did not answer just scratching his head. There was something about Zidane he thought.
"One more thing, announce to all employees from tomorrow that no one should wear perfume if anyone breaks get ready to be fired!"
"Sir, sir" Dion replied, and then walked away with his head rolling. I don't know what reasons will be given to all employees. Would he say his boss was having a tambet, suddenly a perfume allergy or a chronic illness that made him unable to distinguish between smell and smell.
Dion also gathers employees just to provide information about things that are not important, according to Dion.
"Yes, it will smell dong Pak if you can not wear perfume" protested one of the female employees.
"Yes you have a shower if you do not want body odor," said a male employee.
"This is all, we bring perfume from home later we use when coming home from the office. Kan if early in the morning we are still fragrant even though we do not use perfume," said another.
"No ah I can't if I don't wear perfume because I'm dependent. I'd better avoid it if it's the same breath as Mr. Zidane."
"What fired?" ask them in unison.
"Hm," Dion replied as he passed from before all while the employees could only gulp to hear Dion's words.
"You!" call Dion on an OB while opening his wallet.
"He Sir."
"Please buy me a change of clothes now and take me to Mr. Zidane's room!"
"Good Sir."
In the afternoon Naura was still reluctant to leave the room. Her eyes were now swollen from crying for too long. The twins who had not seen her since school thought she had not come home from work.
"Why hasn't Naura come home yet, Ma?" tristan asked Isyana. Because at this hour usually Naura has returned from the office.
"Mama doesn't know, baby. You'll see for yourself from the morning mama's head is dizzy so mama's not out of the room all day." It's true that all day Isyana's head feels dizzy, her face is pale and her stomach feels like vomiting but not out, her body feels weak. For that Laras took the initiative to bring his food to the room.
"Mama's been to the doctor? Does Itan need to tell Oma to call Rian's doctor?"
"Don't love it's best to wait for your papa first. .. hoek-hoek." Isyana ran to the bathroom and vomited all of her entrails.
"Do not ask your aunt to make warm tea, let Itan who massage mama!"
"It's Itan."
Nathan goes to the kitchen while Tristan follows his mother to the bathroom and massages Isyana's shoulders and neck. Although her strength is not much, Isyana was touched by the actions of her two children. They are always attentive and can always make their mother happy in their own way.
Finished cleaning his mouth and face and drying it with Isyana's tissue cupped Tristan's face and kissed him. His eyes seemed to be glazed because they were so excited.
"Mama's crying?" tanya Tristan saw a drop of tears fall on her mother's cheek.
"He was crying happily, Mama was so moved. I don't know what good Mama ever did until God gave Mama good children like you."
"Mama," whined Tristan while getting into Isyana's arms.
"Mama." Nathan came in with a glass of his warm tea and stood in front of the bathroom door.
"Here baby!" call Isyana while stretching out her other hand.
"Drink first Ma," Nathan said as he thrust his glass and Isyana accepted and sipped it then placed the glass on the floor and let Nathan into his arms.
"Thank you, baby. You are the source of your strength and happiness. Mama doesn't know if you could be this happy if you hadn't been in Mama's life" Isyana said as she kissed her son's forehead one by one and tightened her arms.
"Is this really a hug in the bathroom?" ask Zidane.
"Mama was puking Pa."
"And you helped Mama?"
"It's Pa."
"Great champ Papa. Why are you guys out there?!" zidane said as he walked into the bathroom to help Isyana wake up.
"Jeek-huek." He followed the vomiting.
"Why does the smell of soap sting!" his protest was but he could already feel relieved because something stuck from the morning in his stomach could come out now.
"Why Mom, are you guys so compact?"
"What the hell is wrong with you guys?"
Both are shaken.
"Well, we're gonna have Oma call Rian's doctor."
"No need, let Papa."
"All right Pa."