MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
HENDRI BONUS

"Za, why is your secretary's desk co-, uh, again there are guests huh. Sorry-sorry. But how did you eat lunch? Grandpa didn't tell you if we'd like to have lunch together?"

Love suddenly enters Zaim's room, and intends to turn right. But Zaim's rare surprised face made Kasih undo the intention, and continued her steps into the luxurious room. Naturally Zaim was surprised, Ushi too. Love not only shows off her nose suddenly but also shows off her fruitless nine-month belly.

"You must be where my son is. But I don't want to answer ah. Your people don't seem to like me coming home. Aye right?"

Zaim simply cleared his throat in response to Kasih, then turned to Ushi. "We'll continue to talk another time, Mom. Later if my work is a bit reduced, I play to the house."

"Oh yeah-yes, Za. Just relax." Ushi hurriedly took his bag and jacket. "Yaudah if I say yes, Za. Come, Miss Ka–"

"Let me anther to the parking lot, Mom," Zaim said, inviting Ushi to lead the way. "Please."

"I'm staying tight."

"Take your time*," replied Kasih to Zaim.

*No need to hurry.

Zaim returned shortly. But rantang contains rice, chicken stews and various defaults that are no longer on the desk of Zaim's workspace. And when Zaim was just about to find out, Love came out of the toilet. As if knowing Zaim was looking for his whereabouts and especially looking for his lunch, Love casually pointed to the trash can.

"I threw. We're having lunch with Grandpa. Later if you are full first will not be fun."

Zaim sighed in response to Love. "It doesn't have to be thrown away either."

"Should dong if it's not good and not healthy. Since when do you eat white rice the same food that pedes-pedes so? If Grandpa knew for sure you were lectured all day."

Zaim sighed again, his emotions began to creep into the crown. "What do you need to do here?"

Love whispered, "It turns out you are not happy I came home. You also never cheated while I was in Minnesota. You're changing, yes, Za."

"To the point. I'm busy."

"Well that high school kid?"

"Yes" Zaim replied quickly.

"Pantes sampe ngelupain Grandpa. Grandpa said you guys had more than lunch together." Love leaned against Zaim's desk. "Love may, but don't make you forget Grandpa. Grandpa is your only family. Your boyfriend's time can't understand? Yes natural yes. High School is all about it."

"I can't eat si–"

"Enough, Za," cut Love. "Grandfather misses you. You know Grandpa would never say, right? If you're not comfortable, this sage lunch is the same Grandpa is not the same as me. Hm?"

Zaim did not answer, nor did he refuse when Kasih forced him to move from his work chair which often makes the back pain. Of course Zaim can refuse because his work is a lot. But somehow Zaim's inner voice kept shouting approval. That's how Zaim finally went with Kasih to eat lunch with his grandfather.

Zaim and Kasih are seen coming out of the elevator along with Ushi who entered the other elevator. Right, Ushi. Ushi is back because his charging phone is left in Zaim's workspace. Ushi knocked on the door saying the CEO repeatedly, and decided to enter without permission. Sure enough Ushi's guess, there was no one there. Ushi hurriedly took his phone and left. Yet.

"Well, is this dumped?" Ushi pointed at the trash can. "Well, yeah. It turns out good imaging doang. There are a lot of people who don't eat out there, but they are wasting their food. Say cake if you don't like it. Where's the chicken stew again. There's a mouth."

CLAMPS

"Eh, whose mother is it?"

"Yes?"

"Budek you huh?"

The janitor bowed and apologized repeatedly, explaining his identity, who had only been working for two days.

"Working with a real boss. Let's be blessed," Ushi added.

BRACKET

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" … Where might I throw away your mother's delicious cooking from your cooking."

"Yes I believe. Who doesn't believe in Mom."

Zaim only let out a rough sigh.

"So Ma'am who threw away Mom's chicken?" nia.

"Yes. Well fitting I pull out lunch with Love, Mother you return to my room because the cellphone is again cast out. I checked the cctv footage. I know the chronology."

"Yaudah if that's just show me the cctv record with Mom."

"Yes, Honey. Later I'll meet directly with your mother to show her the cctv record."

"When later? Don't dawdle. I'm a target of Mother's tantrums every day you know. But it should be you. Just this time I feel rich stepson."

Zaim laughing. "I went home. Now-now I can't. I'm busy again. I'd like to replace the Ozol* logo with an additional driver. So much to take care of."

*The name of Zaim's two-wheeled online transportation only operates in rural villages in Indonesia.

"Yes I understand."

"Thank you, Honey. Yaudah if I continue to work first. Malem I'll call again. I love you."

Zaim immediately disconnected the short-term phone call, after Nia returned her mandatory closing greetings. Unlike Zaim who is currently struggling with a mountain of documents that must be signed, Nia is busy struggling with her kepepoan that began to match the level of kep kep kep kep kep kep kep keposan Vina, his fellow sehati!

For some reason as long as Zaim explained the chicken stew incident two days ago, Nia's conscience seemed to refuse to believe. Is it true that the reason for Love to return to the homeland is only because it misses Anto, the father? Then is it true Love miscarriages just because downing a flu medicine? And could it be that Nia's encounter with Nuna the mysterious boy is related to Love?

Yes, to ask the last question, somehow Nia is very sure if the answer is yes! Because no matter if her mental illness improves or vice versa, the desire of Love to unite with Zaim to replace the position of her late husband should be realized, right? Because the desire continues to follow regardless of the mental condition of Love then and now.

"Nuna was deliberately told to do me a favor. But what's the purpose? Is it my mental goal? Could be anyway. It's so strange that Nuna's story can be as similar as my story. I need to find out. May Nuna also live around here, "inner Nia.

...Hendri Zachary's...