My husband's Traumaku
Chapter 33. Sibbling

Linda is back at the boutique. After staying for two nights at her parents' house, today she felt like she was getting full of passion for work.

Early in the morning Bima came to pick him up. Linda did not think why Bima would do it. Even if he wants to, he can still sleep without having to think about how Linda returned to the city.

"Bim, why are you picking me up?" Linda asked.

"Don't pick me up, whatever I'm willing to do as long as you ask."

Linda just smiled hearing Bima's answer. "It's still too early to round me up Bim. At least wait a minute."

Bima chuckled at Linda's reply. "Well how else? I didn't see you all day. There's nothing I can seduce."

"You have a lot of female employees. Just woo one of them. Did you not pity me early in the morning instead of swallowing breakfast but instead swallowing your seduction?"

Bima laughed again.

"You have a lecture schedule tonight?"

"Yes, it'll be seven. Why?"

"I'm taking ya?" Bima is hoping.

"No. I can go alone. Usually go alone."

"I'm worried" Bima replied shortly.

Linda knows what Bima is worried about. Actually Linda herself was scared too but she tried to hide it.

"No way Bim. He won't show up at my college. He didn't know I was in college. He doesn't even know anything about me right now. You take it easy." It was Linda who calmed Bima.

"You sure?"

Linda nodded. "I asked Aruna. He said he hadn't seen his father in a long time. So where did Mas Erik get the information about me?"

"Yes hopefully. Let's just say yesterday was a coincidence. Tomorrow you have to be more careful and more courageous. Don't want him to talk to you alone. You understand?!"

"Yes, I understand." Linda looks like a sister who is being advised by her sister.

Next, they both talk more about their work and holidays.

"We're almost there. You want breakfast first?" Bima wants to take Linda to breakfast considering that they left early in the morning.

"No, Mom made me stock. We can eat together in the shop."

"What's for me too?"

"Of course, I deliberately cooked a lot so that you also eat."

Smile on the lips Bima. "I love your mother's cooking. I think you already think of me like your daughter-in-law." Bima chuckled at her own words.

"You can find in-laws who have chefs if you want."

"The chef I know doesn't have a daughter who's a widow flirting like you."

Linda glanced at Bima annoyed while Bima actually smiled triumphantly. There will be no end if Linda continues to serve Bima.

"We stopped by the store before going to the boutique. Don't you want to take the fabric for your new design?"

"Oh ... Also true. Why did I forget?!"

Then Bima drove his car to his textile shop.

They both got out of the car. Some officers looked at the sirik to Linda and a few more greeted and welcomed Linda well.

"We'll just take what you need. I'll be in my room for a minute." Bima left Linda in the shop area while she went to her room to take care of things.

Whispers began to be heard after Bima was not seen in view. Some people have known Linda since she was a customer of the store. But some of the new officers didn't know Linda's background.

"I didn't expect it, it turned out that her fancy appearance used to be just a way to attract the attention of Mr. Boss. Look at the change now" whispered Heni, an employee who used to be very friendly to Linda.

Linda tried to ignore the whispers and focus on her goal to this store, which is to take fabric for her clothing design.

"Is she really a widow?" the other sahut. "When it looks young and beautiful, but what widow?!"

"Young is the one that's visible now? You don't see what it used to be like. At best his appearance could change like that because of Mr. Boss' money."

For a long time the whispers sounded like a normal conversation without fear of sounding people. Even Linda thought they were intentionally hardening their voices for Linda to hear. Linda realized they were talking about her despite not mentioning her name.

"What was it like?"

"Like a rascal, the same we are still much more deserving of us. Even the Boss thinks he's crazy."

"REally?!"

Linda couldn't stand it either. Finally he approached Heni and his friend.

"Are you talking about me?"

"Eh ... No Ma'am. What did Linda hear? We're talking about the artist." Heni denies.

"Be careful Hen ... If your boss hears and you get fired. I'm just warning you, you better take care of your own business. No need to take care of other people's business, let alone the artist!"

Linda resumed her work after warning the two men. It used to be possible that he would only be silent if there were people talking about him in front of him. But now Linda dared to rebuke anyone who insulted her.

Linda's widow status and proximity to Bima made Linda get a lot of scorn from Bima's employees. The news of its proximity to Bima has spread to all stores, both textile stores, clothing stores and boutiques.

Luckily Linda now manages a boutique that is almost everyone new and closer to her. So Linda did not need to meet other store employees who did not hesitate to show her dislike to Linda.

They were wondering why those who have worked longer can not get the attention of Bima while Linda who is a nobody can immediately get the full attention of the employer.

Actually, without them whispering even Linda is aware of who she is. He wouldn't deserve to be with Bima even if he wanted to.

Linda carefully selected the fabrics she would use for her latest design. Although the market is still in the middle class but Linda tries to give her best.

"Cin ... Done already?" Bima approached Linda in her place to pick a cloth after a while disappearing in her room.

"It."

"Yes, let's deliver it later." Linda nodded. Then they both got back in the car and headed to the boutique.

Linda didn't tell Erik what she was going through. It's not important according to him.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the boutique.

"Lin, let's have breakfast first. I'm hungry and I want to put mom's cooking on soon."

"Alright Mr. Bima, I prepare the food first," Linda replied casually. Then Linda took out the feeding container from her bag and served the food on her desk before it was filled with paper and cloth.

"Stop calling me Sir!"

"But you are my master."