My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Dreams Begin

The morning was still wet, the dew still dripped in the lush foliage that shaded the courtyard of the city's public hospitals. The distinctive aroma of the newly cleaned floor goes out to the corners of the wards that are never empty of patients.

Since last night, Edi received intensive care in the ICU room after experiencing shortness of breath and unconsciousness. Anxious and panicked but unable to break her husband's words, Wasi decides not to contact Naja and Tara until Edi's condition is clarified.

Wasti could not close his eyes for a moment, looking tired and pale. Walking back and forth in front of the ICU door that looked cold and gripping. His hands occasionally squeezed each other, though,

“Mbak Wasti ...,” call a woman gently. Wasti twisted his body quickly, recognizing who was calling.

“Pita ...,” wirih Wasti when his gaze met with Puspita who looked at him gently.

“Mbak ... how is Mas Edi?” Pita grabbed her sister-in-law tightly. Providing support and empathy for Edi's condition.

It sniffed on Pita's shoulder, squeezing the back of Pita's body. “After going in there ... Ma'am doesn't know the state of Pita Masmu. According to the doctor it is stable but not yet conscious.”

Ribbon patting wasti's back slowly, “the patient Mbak ... Mas Edi must be fine.” The ribbon also could not hold back her tears. In the eyes of Pita, Edi looks healthy despite experiencing drastic weight loss during this year. Pita's mind didn't come this far to worry about her oldest brother's condition.

“What not to visit Mbak?” keep Pita on while breaking the hug.

“Before Ta, said the doctor this morning Mas Edi want on X-ray and CT-Scan .. according to the initial examination Mas Edi got lung cancer Ta....” Cry Willi broke again. Even with Pita, the 35-year-old woman looked devastated. But still trying hard.

“That's new allegations Ma'am, don't think of the no-no first. We wait for the results of further examination first Ma'am, Insya Allah Mas Edi can be cured.” Pita still strengthened her brother-in-law by rubbing Wasi's arm

“Kids have been told what yet, Ma'am?”

“Not yet, Ta..,” Wasi wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Masmu forbids telling them, after all Naja and Tara are busy with their affairs. Tara may be home next week, during college break.”

“But Ma'am, just asked Mas Edi's situation to me. Maybe he got a hunch ..”

“How do you think Ta? I also want to tell them but I'm afraid they're worried and make it all mess up ...,”

“It's best to tell Naja first Ma'am,”

Wasti nodded, “Iya Ta, I thought so too, but don't say anything to Masmu ya!”

Pita nodded with a knotty smile adorning her lips. “Mbak Willi breakfast first yes, this ... Pita brought me anointing and fried tempeh," Pita quickly picked up the bag containing the bushels. Open it so that his sister-in-law will have breakfast immediately.

“Mbak must eat to not be sick, so that it can take care of Mas Edi .. if Mbak until sick Mas Edi must feel guilty Mbak.” Pita's advice at seeing Wasi shows reluctance when Pita thrusts food into Wasi's hands.

“Atau .. want me a bribe?” fashion Ribbon. So as to make the wasi throbbing. “Ayo ... let's get a little bit of Mbak origin..!” The ribbon was relieved when Wasi started to feed the rice.

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Micah's white car stopped at a building not too tall. Think Naja fiance office Mikha is in the city's elite office area, apparently the office bearing the big T logo on the front of this, is in the ordinary area. It is far from WD and Star Media.

“Why think of Star again anyway?” Naja whizzed.

“There's a problem?” Micah who was turning off the car engine seems to hear Naja's whisper. The beautiful woman tilted her father's face to face Naja.

Naja who still admired the beauty of the office from inside the car, immediately turned his head. “Not ...,” Naja re-branded her lips. “just think of something that makes me uncomfortable.” Imbuh Naja's.

“You wear lipgloss or what brand liptint?” Micah opened the car door disguising his silly question. But Micah couldn't hold back any longer the inner gnawing curiosity. Naja looked natural in Micah's eyes, unfortunately the naturalness of Naja's face invited Micah's suspicion.

“I?” Naja gasped at Micah's question.

Micah nodded before extending a long, high-heeled leg that was somewhat uncomfortable from barely breaking from running.

Micah precedes Naja to enter the front of the office which begins to seem deserted. Micah pinched his lips, not caring. He thought, I am not the one who is. Maybe he's used to being flexible because of his previous job.

“Please wait here,” Micah's high-handedness as he entered the office and passed some people in this office.

Naja nodded and sat down on the sofa that was available not far from the reception desk. Micah stepped closer to the receptionist to confirm a few things. And ... looked at the actions of Naja who was sitting gracefully and politely. Here Naja does not show excessive curiosity. Even Naja took a business magazine that Micah was reluctant to touch.

“I go up first yes ... You wait here for a while,” Micah smiled towards Naja who also reviewed the smile. His cheeks were also sunken though not as deep as mine, Micah thought.

“Oh .. alright. I'll wait for you here.” Naja put back the magazine featuring Harris and Excel as its front cover.

Micah walked back a few steps before turning towards the elevator. Even as far away as their distance was, Micah still had time to observe Naja while waiting for the elevator to open.

Naja knows the office is always supervised cctv so he chooses to keep his attitude. But Naja's bead eyes repeatedly glanced at Excel which was like looking at him.

“Smile little Mr Excel ...,” muttered Naja in heart.

“What are you applying for a job?”

Naja held his breath in surprise, “I-iya Pak,”

Naja got up and looked down for a moment at this bespectacled man in front of him.

“Let's come with me ..” the man with serious expression stepped ahead of Naja to the elevator that Micah had used.

The elevator moved quickly as soon as the door was closed towards the number pressed by this bespectacled man. In a matter of seconds, they arrived on the floor quite relieved.

“Please enter,” her word as the man opens the door for her. With a gesture of hand, the man named Ibram invited Naja to sit down.

“You can work from tomorrow and you will get OG uniform like others. I just hope ...,” The man researched Naja for a moment, “ ... you are not messing around working here.”

As Ibram spoke, Naja held her breath. Ibram's serious expression made Naja tense. “Ba-good Sir ..,”

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