Love Among Family Hostility
Cooperation of Rama

The hand wrapped in black gloves carried a tray on which were several hot coffee cups. Black drinks that still emit smoke.

The hand lowered a few cups of coffee to the table. The table was already tapped with a finger. The eyes saw one by one the glasses that began to be arranged on the table. But the person who was waiting did not arrive.

The maid looked down in honor of Rama before she left the man's table. Rama was tired of waiting here for almost 15 minutes. His fingers did not stop to keep knocking on the table, it was Rama's habit if he was bored.

"Where is he?" rama asked his secretary.

The man in the black suit who was Rama's secretary shook his head slowly.

"I haven't heard anything yet, sir. He's probably still on his way."

Sounds from Rama. It had been more than 5 times that the man kept looking at the circular clock in hand. Rama appreciated every moment, every second was precious to him. Rama does not like if there are people who always waste time, he will be angry if people who live in his house do not appreciate the time.

The door of the restaurant was open, featuring a man in a brown suit coming inside accompanied by 3 people in the back. Just like Rama who was accompanied by 3 people as well, one of them was their secretary.

Rama stood up, welcoming Arjuna's arrival with a hand job. They welcome each other and sit in the chair provided.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Aksanta," Arjuna said after a white glass of coffee was served.

Rama's hands were clenched, he was tired of waiting for the man's arrival for so long and he just apologized. If only Rama does not remember how the condition of his company has been ascertained Rama will make calculations with Arjuna because his time is wasted.

Rama showed a smile. "Ah, no problem Mr. Aerospace. I see, maybe a lot of things make you late."

"The condition of this city is very crowded, my journey so hampered."

Rama and Arjuna sipped coffee together before they started to get into the core of this meeting.

"Oh yeah." Arjuna put the glass back to the table. "The matter of the documents you sent me, I have read them carefully, Mr. Aksanta. And I like the offers that are made," said Arjuna.

"Thank you."

"And the benefits too." Rama's smile then disappeared hearing this sentence. Not wrong, everyone must be expecting profit, Rama also expects profit from Arjuna, but Arjuna's tone seems to demean Rama.

"So, how? We're doing the cooperation?" rama asked back.

"May, but it would be better if we read each other's documents, so that there are no misunderstandings" Arjuna said.

Rama agrees, he provides documents regarding his company and Arjuna provides documents regarding his company. These two CEOs look very focused on reading the paper in their hands.

Rama is more focused on reading the disadvantages and weaknesses of the company Arjuna but Arjuna prefers to focus on the advantages and benefits that he will get if working with Rama.

PT. Aksanta, corp. Who wouldn't be interested in hearing that name. All the officials in the company worked hard to attract the attention of the Aksanta family company in order to work together and help them, including Arjuna. So no wonder, Arjuna was a little surprised when Rama himself proposed to meet and discuss the issue of company cooperation with him. Arjuna Hockey for this year is already in use.

"It." Arjuna returns the document to Rama's assistant. Rama too.

Now the two men are busy talking about the benefits and losses that will be received later. Of course, if there is a profit, losses will also arise, although not as much as profits, losses will still exist.

Every word that comes out of the mouth of Rama and Arjuna is written by a person who has been assigned to be more certain and minimize mistakes in the future.

They both signed documents. That proves that they agreed to cooperate.

"It's great to work with you, Mr. Aksanta," Arjuna said.

"I am too."

Mata Arjuna was invited around to see the interior of this restaurant. There is a familiar interior, and the fragrance of this red rose perfume, Arjuna is very familiar with it.

Arjuna made a smile from the corner of his lips. "The interior of this restaurant is beautiful."

"This is my family's restaurant. My mother runs this restaurant."

"You purposely brought me here in order to be able to show off something, haha."

Rama stared at the cynical Arjuna who was sipping coffee.

"But the picture over there." Arjuna pointed to a picture of red and white roses on the wall of the barista.

"It's like a picture of my wife." Rama looked at Arjuna. "And the aroma in this restaurant, also similar to the perfume that my wife often wears."

Rama's hands clenched. One of the reasons why Rama does not want to be related to Arjuna, because Arjuna is Sinta's husband. And what Arjuna said was not wrong. The picture of red and white roses was inspired by the painting Sinta given to Rama at the time of the man's birthday. The painting is still neatly stored on the walls of Rama's room, and also the walls of this restaurant. Likewise with the fragrance of red rose perfume, it was also inspired by Sinta. Rama knew Sinta very well, so he included things that smelled about Sinta without being known by his parents.

It didn't feel like 30 minutes Rama and Arjuna talked to each other. Talk about business and experience.

Rama and Arjuna shook hands with each other. "Once again, I would like to thank you for working with us Mr. Aergantara."

"That day I asked but this time you came alone, Mr. Aksanta." The smile that Rama was trying to display now disappeared. I don't know how many times Arjuna seemed to underestimate Rama.

Arjuna came out of the restaurant with 3 people accompanying him. Rama sees Arjuna's car, which is now away from him.

"Aarrggghhh!" Rama slams a white glass filled with coffee, making the attention of the employees fixed on him.

Rama tidied up the suit, came out of the restaurant leaving behind the mess he was making. Even the man did not apologize for adding to the work of the servants there. Vishnu, is the incarnation of Rama. Vishnu's rude attitude came from Rama, so the term 'Fruit fell not far from the tree' was correct.

"Arjuna was very insulting to me today," said Rama. Even when the car driven by the driver went from the restaurant, Rama's annoyance was still stored. How Arjuna insinuated it and boasted Sinta which should belong to Rama. Rama's ego was wounded remembering all that, even at night, when the man saw the painting of red and white roses, the annoyance of Arjuna's insults was still there.

"It should be me and you still be us, Sin." Rama got up, he walked towards the small-sized painting and stuck to the corner of the room. Rama's big hand moved to stroke the 23-year-old painting.

This painting is Sinta's first gift to her when they are in a relationship. It seems that on that day there is nothing blocking their love story, but in fact today, two people who used to be lovers have become strangers who no longer have love.

Prunes

The sound of broken items from outside the room, diverting Rama's attention. Soon the man came out ascertaining what was happening outside. Rama's eyes caught Meethila with a pale face, sitting on the dining chair and underneath there were broken plates and side dishes that were messy on the floor.

Rama hurried over to Meethila, to ask all this. "Hey, why do you think you're a gini?"

"I want Vishnu to come home." Rama is back. Rama was tired of hearing Meethila's words.

"I want Vishnu to go home, Mas" Meethila repeated.

Rama ignored, telling the waiter at home to bring a new meal to Meethila. As Rama requested, a new dish was served at the dining table.

"Eat, you are sick. If you want to heal, eat, keep taking the medicine." Meethila stayed away from the plate. Rama let out a long sigh, he turned to sit next to Meethila.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Rama. Meethila shook her head, with her reddened eyes she looked at Rama. "I want Vishnu home" said Meethila.

It has been 5 days since Vishnu returned to the residence of the Aksanta family. Or maybe he had forgotten that his family was here. Vishnu told Meethila nothing and that is what caused Meethila's health to decline. He was too busy waiting for his son to come home. Moreover, Rama did not give him permission to contact Vishnu so inevitably he was waiting for news from Vishnu, but the news did not come.

Rama took some medicine that was on the dining table, he opened one by one the medicine and poured water in the glass. The man offered Meethila a drink and medicine.

"Take the medicine if you don't want to eat." Meethila.

"You're sick, Meet. The pain must take medicine." Iris Hazel Rama saw how chaotic Meethila looks this time. Lips were pale and chapped, faces as pale as lifeless and the woman's hair was a mess. If Rama can be honest, Rama doesn't like Meethila like this. Meethila who can't keep up appearances.

"Not all drugs are pills, Mas."

"What's the way?" Rama asked in a soft tone.

"Mau Vishnu. I want my son home."

Rama who had run out of patience made medicines in the palm of the hand. Meethila closed her eyes in fear.

"Vishnu, Vishnu. Why the hell does he keep going? Do you have any other activities other than calling her name? If he wants to go, if he wants to go home, he will go home alone. Don't care too much about the kid not knowing himself, Meet!"

Rama's impact on Meethila brought both of Rama's parents.

"Ram, why else?" asked the old woman stroked her child's shoulders, calming her child's anger.

Meethila cried on the dining table chair because of Rama's perpetual rude attitude towards her. "Why, Honey?" ask Meethila's father-in-law.

"He wants Vishnu to come home" replied Rama. "For what a useless child is told to go home."

"Ram, he's your son, your flesh and blood, you can't be like him. What Meethila asked for was not wrong, son," explained her mother.

At the time of this incident, no one sided with Rama, all siding with Meethila. The woman with her holy cry who always seized the attention of Rama's parents. Just because Meethila was their son-in-law, both of Rama's parents were always more concerned with Meethila than Rama, his own son.

"Ram," call his father. Rama. "Take Vishnu home." Rama frowned. "Papa know what has been done with Vishnu, papa knows everything. But you can't forget he's Aksanta's son. Aksanta's only heir, he's all we can hope for."

"Pa—"

"Take Vishnu home to Aksanta's son." Rama was silent as soon as the piece from his father sounded in the ear.

The man gave up. "Yes, yes, I told him to go home." Meethila's cries slowly stopped.

"Wishnu will come home, right? I called her" Meethila said.

Meethila was about to take the phone in Rama's hand but was already pushed aside by the master.

"If we don't answer the phone. I'll call my man."

Rama's hand pressed several digits of the number, sticking the flat object in the ear.

"Find the existence of Vishnu Putra Aksanta now. I want you to find him tomorrow."

Rama turned off the call.

"Tomorrow your son home" said Rama went from there back into the room.

Rama preferred to lay his body in the room after he slammed the door of his room. The man closed his eyes slowly while imagining how Sinta's face was and their fond memories. It became a fairy tale for Rama to fall asleep. If Rama does not take sleeping pills, he will imagine Sinta's face and the beautiful smile of her girl.

Rama is incomplete if Sinta is not around.