Not Just a Promise
Chick Onion
It was getting late in the afternoon, it was time for the workers in each company to go home. Including Nehta and his team.
Just like during lunchtime, none of his team members dared to follow Nehta's invitation. Their work can still be done tomorrow.
“Emm... Everything?”
“I-iya bu, ma-means us Nehta.” Say everything.
“Can I say a few things?”
“Sure, please.”
Vienna remained silent, for she knew what Nehta was going to say. Because he has worked with his best friend.
“First, we are here all the same. Working.”
“Both. I also very much hope, our work is completed in accordance with the sting.”
“But, there is one thing that sets me apart from my colleagues all.”
Neither Risma, Sherli, Darwin nor Vienna uttered a word. To give Nehta a chance to talk.
“Our goals and mood. That's what sets us apart.”
For some people, work aims to earn money. But not with Nehta. She works, in addition to herself, the woman wants others to benefit from her as well. By producing his work.
As for the mood, as much as possible Nehta did his job with pleasure and of course a sincere heart as well. That way, he can work well. Doesn't our feeling of happiness have a good impact on the emergence of new ideas that are memorable? Our thinking capacity also has its limits, especially in an empty stomach and a bad mood. It's finished.
I did not expect, it turns out that there are still people who think like him. Inner Risma, a woman who was two years above Nehta.
Oh, my God, thank you. The new team leader is a good man. Sherly was in his heart.
“We understand, let's apply Nehta's principles to our team. Spirit!!!” Darwin shouted half.
All of them simultaneously uttered words of spirit together, making them the center of attention. Including team leaders one and two. Their lips are getting bigger.
“Cih. Snotties boys. It's just playing around. Absolutely no discipline.” Celtuk Layla, team two leader.
But Nehta and his friends tried not to respond to them. Because in this place, they have their own rights and obligations.
Arriving on the first floor, they separated. Because Nehta had a car with him, he invited Vienna to go home together. All the culinary in the city park, as is his habit so far with Vienna and also Rizki. Unfortunately Rizki's not here right now.
“What do you eat?” Nehta Tawar.
“Vienna?” Nehta's birthday when he realized his best friend was daydreaming while looking at his cellphone.
“Ah Yes, Ta. Wh why? Sorry just had an incoming message from Wafdi.”
“Bikin what else did that kid do?” Nehta was very familiar with the behavior of Wafdi and also his family.
“He blackmailed Arman.” Vienna lowered her head
“What?” Nehta who was surprised to step on the brakes suddenly, even to make the car behind them honk loudly.
“Jeez, Ta. Careful!” Vienna stroked his chest, surprised by his best friend.
Nehta and Vienna ate at the Padang restaurant they used to go to. Because the three of their favorite foods are the same, namely Padang cuisine.
While eating, Vienna recounts the beginning, Wafdi blackmails Arman. Even his sister did the same to Vienna. Because the video he dpaatan turned out to have been copied first before it was deleted in front of Arman. Sneaky.
“So you don't have to anter me home, yes Ta!”
“But..” Nehta wanted to argue.
“Sst... What the hell?” Nehta was wailing, afraid that someone would hear.
Nehta also told Vienna everything, but during the story he did not mention Reyhan's name clearly.
“I always pray for your happiness. Honestly, I believe Reyhan can take care of you.” Vienna gently grasped Nehta's hand, as if giving full support to Nehta and Reyhan's marriage.
“You must also decide Gibran, Ta. Not that I want to provoke you. But because you decided to marry Reyhan.” Vienna really.
“Iya, Vienna. I also plan to end my relationship with Gibran. But somehow, I feel like Gibran is avoiding me. My message is also not on bales.”
...*****...
Entering Maghrib time, Nehta just arrived at the apartment. The apartment is still dark, which means Reyhan has not returned home.
Just asked, the person Nehta was referring to had contacted him via message.
No need to wait for me. I went home to the main house.
“Who is waiting for a ghost like him?”
Nehta grabbed a towel and cleaned himself and purified himself to fulfill his obligations. Luckily he had eaten with Vienna, because when he saw the contents of the refrigerator, it turned out that the refrigerator was empty.
Nehta glanced at the clock. He felt it was not too late to go shopping for necessities at the supermarket, which was not far from his apartment. Since he was intending to leave for a while, Nehta just brought a wallet and left her phone.
It was fortunate that Nehta, because the stock of cooking ingredients much he wanted. Satisfied shopping, without caring for men who urgently look for it. Because he did not see his wife in the apartment even the cell phone he repeatedly called was not connected.
Since the distance from the apartment and the supermarket was not too far away, Nehta left on foot. Next to his hand tote the grocery bag, while one more hand he used to enjoy the strawberry ice cream that he bought earlier.
His sense of hearing caught the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. Nehta began to wander, unfortunately when he was about to enter the elevator of his apartment he heard the person behind him running. Even blocked his hands.
“Aaaaa... Help!!!” Shouted Nehta.
“Emmmpptt..”
Nehta wanted to shout again but her mouth was closed with a hand first, her groceries dropped as she tried to escape the man who was currently smothering her. He knew from his posture as well as his hands.
In the midst of his panic, Nehta saw a shadow of a child. The memory was so dark, he could only see that three children, including himself, were in a dark room.
Who're they? Why do I feel like this is part of my past? Inner Nehta.
“Arrrggghhtt The man grimaced as Nehta managed to bite his hand to the point of bleeding.
“Re-Rey?”
“Sick, Ta!” Reyhan wagged the hand that Nehta had bitten.
After picking up her groceries, Nehta and Reyhan break into the apartment.
The woman led her husband to the sink in the kitchen, washing Reyhan's bloody hands with running water from the tap.
Once clean, Nehta applied an antiseptic to Reyhan's wound and covered the slightly exposed part with gauze and plaster.
“Sorry I Rey.” Nehta Lirih.
“But this is your fault too. Who told me to get rich people who want to kidnap.” Nehta Gerrick.
“Ck. No one will kidnap a bad girl like you.” Reyhan LEDEK.
“You said go home to the main house, why are you here?”
“A-me... I'm not going home to the main house.” It's impossible for her to tell the truth, that Reyhan is scouting her through the apartment's CCTV.