Married to a Big Boss
Down at the Roadside

The location of the restaurant with the Ica house takes half an hour by driving a car. Quite a long and awkward silence between Ica and Bayu.

Ica has absolutely no idea of their past, nor is she good at stringing words to give Bayu the peace of the dispute. Rather than saying it wrong, it is better to be quiet, he thought. If people are in a messy mood, it is better not to talk to, then get the sap. Unless the person in question opens the voice first.

"On your sore hand, I'm sorry. As for my ambiguous words, I apologize. About my compliments to you, that's true. Your work is getting better, I also rarely complain to you. But, the compliment does not make you big head and even lower your performance," Bayu open his voice after a long silence.

Finally the tension loosened. Moreover, after hearing Ica being praised once again, the atmosphere became better.

"Oiya, don't take yourself seriously into that condition. This is just my business with Caca. If you are involved in my words, I am ready to take responsibility. Do not hesitate to speak yes, when it comes to Ica affairs," continued Bayu.

"I'm sorry to involve you in our personal affairs. Sorry, you got carried away." Bayu's gaze looked very sincere saying it.

"Yes, I understand, really. Mr. Bayu himself, no papa, right? Are you Ok? Sorry if I was sassy. Looks like, you look sorry to have talked like that to Mbak Caca."

"You're right. But, the rice had already become porridge. It's better this way. I don't want to deal with him either. I'll be married soon. That's the best."

"Married?" Ica reflexively asked with a surprised tone that was quite firm.

"Yes, chat later tonight, it looks like there will be a dinner meeting with my prospective family. But, I don't know at all. I can only accept this match. My age is ready to get married. My parents definitely picked the best woman of their choice."

"Ooh, so that's it. Pantes was a bit calm. Continues, fitting face to face with Mbak Caca even want to design the past. Yeah, had to not design well, anyway, um. Turns out to be married, anyway... Mature real boss," comments Ica in heart. He could not comment much directly, fearing it is not good and even hurt Bayu's feelings.

"They said, we were told not to rush into marriage. Give a month's distance before proceeding to the level of marriage, to get to know each other. So, there's a chance to know each other personally."

Ica was quite surprised because Bayu looked casually telling his personal problems to Ica. It made Ica also moved to respond to Bayu's story, according to what he thought honestly as well.

"Pak Bayu, you don't play women like other bosses. You are not that kind of person either. But, unexpectedly, you are still in close contact with a woman who is not your Mahram. Until we got into business together and often met together. If I was in the position of Mbak Caca, I would also fall in love with you if given the opportunity to be close like that. And now, you dump Mbak Caca so soon after you give him hope from your closeness. I know Ms. Caca is not real either, but I know it must hurt to be dumped like that. In front of other people, in front of me as well" Ica said. But he seemed to have mispronounced again. Bayu suddenly stopped his car on the side of the road.

"What do you mean talk like that?" tanya Bayu did not accept.

"Umm. You see, you've tried to openly tell your personal things," replied Ica as it is.

"I didn't ask for a response!"

"Dha?"

"You just get down here! Near the office, right? You brought a car, right? Already, down! I don't want to drive you anymore. The road must be jammed, and I might be late for maghrib if I take you. Not to mention the dinner." Bayu looked angry and looked at Ica with a low gaze.

"If so don't be pretentious to say you want to anterin go home, dong, sir! I love the false hope! Hadeh..," replied Ica who did not receive such treatment by Bayu.

"When you want to pity it." Ica regretted caving with the natural Bayu.

"What do you mean by false hope?" Bayu speech is getting higher in volume. He challenged Ica apparently.

"Udahlah, Sir. I'm down now. Thank you for taking it half way! Assalamu'alaykum." Ica who has been in a bad mood chose to give up. Giving up doesn't mean losing, right?

"Rese really is the boss, nyebelin. Where haven't eaten yet. Hadeh.., I also forgot today not to bring a car," said Ica when he got off the car Bayu.

Ica was wrong. Indeed Bayu began to be open to talk, but when responding was still wrong. In essence, if this happens again, it is better not to open the sound as well.

"He said he didn't ask for a response, did he? Know that I shouldn't have shaken. No, he didn't ask to be heard either. Fuck up! Aaaaa...., when did he stop working with her? There hasn't been a month, yet. This self is tired.." Ica walks while talking to herself. Fortunately the streets were quiet, no one saw Ica screaming and self-driving like a madman due to Bayu's actions.

"Seek satay, ah." Ica began to recuperate by thinking about her favorite food.

Because the first Adhan he heard, he stopped at a mosque to pray. Exactly, near the mosque there are brothers who sell satay.

"Bang, a pack of food here, yeah. The chicken is made into two portions. Buahin. It's standard."

"OK, Neng, wait, yeah."

"Rame is great, yes the sale."

"Alhamdulillah again, Neng. If it's rame yes rame. Yes, if it's lonely, be grateful."

Ica devoured that satay voraciously. Hurry to finish it, he could not go home any more nights than this.

Drrrrrt Drrrt

"Who called? Mother? I must have come home tonight. Mother also knows that I did not bring a car. It's a really good fit on the phone. My mother is very attentive, deh."

"Hello, Bun. Assalamu'alaykum?"

"Wa'alaykumussalam's chat. Where the hell are you, Ca? How come this hour hasn't come home yet? Here, go find some food, Bun. The abis salat maghrib. After the call, Ica asked to pick up the driver, yes, Bun."

"Ca, you're so relaxed. Did you forget to go home quickly? Mother said, this morning."

Ica seemed to remember what the mother said this morning.

"Ica, later you go home to call the driver directly to pick you up. You see, we'll meet Dad's friend and have dinner at home. Want to get to know your son. Talk about your future too. Don't forget, yeah, Ca."

"Yes, Bun."

Because Ica's life had not been collected all while listening to it, so she completely forgot.

"Yes Rabbi.., I'm so sorry, Bun. Ica forget, Ica has also eaten this much."

"Udah, you're fast until home first. Call Mr. Dikin to pick you up. He's a guard driver now. Don't you stay long, Ca."

"It's like it's on the street, Deh, Bun."

"Yes, not papa. But don't be long. Your clothes have also been prepared in the room, you just wear it and a little grooming and let it look fresh. Mommy closes first, want to prepare another. Assalamu'alaykum."

"Wa'alaykumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"A dinner with his friend's family Dad why should wear nice clothes and make up everything, anyway? What future is there to talk about with your friend's family? Oiya, Mommy said that she wanted to know her son, the father, to me. Do I want to be fooled? Duh..., what aces today dah." Inner Ica mendumal resigned.

"Here Bang, take the same change," Ica gave the seller two hundred thousand dollars.

"Well, thank God, O Allah. Thanks a lot, yes, Neng. May there be a great fortune. Quickly get a soul mate too."

"Well, the brother even doain so that his mate dapet fast. Indeed the address wants to be fooled this is me."

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