NOT PERPETRATORS

NOT PERPETRATORS
First Day at Work


I also got out of bed. I approached Fania who was still sitting while laughing. I stuck it with the pillow carefully, so as not to hit the Ark that had fallen asleep.


"Delay that laugh, Fania! Arka will wake up!"


Fania stopped after laughing. Then I sat next to him.


"Come, tell me again!" pinta Fania embraces me.


"You're not seriously listening to me!" pissed me.


"Sorry .. sorry ...." Fania patted my shoulder softly. Then release the embrace. "Now, try again."


"Where have you been?" my many.


"What?" Fania asked back.


"My nostalgia."


"Oh .. has arrived who cheated!"


I stared hard at Fania, and then came back with a pillow.


"I'm not a story, huh! Lazy!"


"Diddeliver! Snooze!" Fania tried to seduce me. He hugged me and said, "Promise, please! I'll seriously listen to you!" Then he took off his embrace.


I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. "The point is, Dimas was betrothed. Maybe that's why he's not calling me anymore. In fact, I love him very much. I want it so badly. Until in the end, we were truly Miss Communication."


"Well, sad, shit!" said Fania with a clear face. "Keep, what about Dimas' fiancee now?"


I told Fania everything. Starting from the first meeting since the breakup, then the moments when Dimas teased me, to about Nessa who remained steadfast forced her love to Dimas.


"Imania. That means you're gonna keep your love? And what about Nessa? And ... his father Dimas, hasn't he strictly forbidden your relationship?"


"Your questions are like journalists! Can't it be one-on-one?"


Fania gave a rough breath. "I thought your relationship with Dimas was so calm and peaceful. It's so complicated!"


I responded with a smile. "I'll get through it."


"I'm worried about you, Imania ...," he said, hugging me again.


"Thank you .. but tomorrow I'm going to work in Dimas' father's office" I explained.


"Fight your love!" fania encouraged me.


After talking enough, we slept.


***


The next day, I woke up early. In spirit, I took a shower, then got ready to head for the office. I chose a set of superiors and subordinates that Fania had chosen yesterday. Beige and white color combination tops. His subordinates are cream-colored pants as well.


I looked at myself in the mirror. Thin makeup has managed to decorate my face. I took one pashmina in matching color with the clothes I wore. Don't forget I sprayed my body with a soft-scented perfume.


My phone suddenly rang. I raised it too.


"Hello?"


"Assalamualaikum, dear? Good morning?" The voice across the phone.


"Waalaikumsalam ...," I replied.


"Are you getting ready to go? It's 06:30 WIB. Don't be late, will you?"


"I'm ready to go" I replied.


"Well, really?"


"Hm ...."


"Then I'll pick you up, okay?"


"Di, you want to take me?"


"Yes. All of you go to the hospital."


"But, Di!"


Tin ...! Tin ...! Tin ...!


The sound of a car horn is heard on the phone. Oh, naw! His voice was also heard in front of the house. Dimas always surprised me. Then from then on, he called me while driving?


"Oh, who, the hell, is so noisy!" Fania woke. He also rubbed his eyes. Then I looked at me with half an open view. "You're neat apparently."


"Fania, what about how I look?" my question is to show myself.


"I'm still sleepy!" he replied, then went back to sleep hugging the bolster.


"Ah, you! Always lazy! Then I'll go first, okay?" I said while taking the bag.


Before going out, I approached Arka who was still asleep. I kissed Arka on the forehead, then approached Fania.


"Don't forget to look after Arka, huh?" I whispered in Fania's ear.


"Hemph ... Has my contract as a baby sitter started?" ask her with her eyes still closed.


I didn't respond to him. I'll be walking straight into the kitchen. My mom was cooking there.


"Well, you look so different!" said mother.


"Is my appearance good?"


I raised two thumbs up to me. "You look so pretty today" said the mother.


"Yes, already. I'm leaving, aren't I?"


"Sepent ...." Mom took a box and gave it to me. " this! For breakfast!"


I also accepted it while smiling. "Thank you, Mom."


"Eh, what are you going on?"


Tin ...!


The car horn was heard again. I was just about to say that I was going to ride an online motorcycle. I'm afraid mom's overreacting to Dimas.


"That's who?" Mother immediately turned off the stove, then moved out of the house.


"Mother!" I cried, but mother kept stepping outside.


I also walked behind him. How excited my mother was to know that the car in front of her house belonged to that handsome doctor. My mother immediately approached Dimas who was waiting for me in the car.


"Eh, my son Dimas?"


"Eh, Auntie." Dimas got out of his car to greet my mother.


"It should just wait inside the house" said the mother.


"Thank you, Auntie. Maybe next time, huh?"


"You want me to make you stock?" bargain mom on Dimas.


"May, Bi, if not a hassle," replied Dimas who surprised me.


"Wait a minute, will you?"


With pleasure, she went into the house again. I also approached Dimas. Dimas looked at me unblinking. He kept looking at me from top to bottom.


"On! Don't look at me like that!"


"More? You're so pretty today. Fania has a good taste of fashion apparently."


"So, you want to praise me or praise Fania?"


Dimas smiled as he touched my nose with his index finger. "Both. You're very pretty and look like ABG again. Fania has a great taste in fashion."


"Oh, huh?"


Mother approached us again, carrying a box of supplies to give to Dimas. Dimas accepted and thanked him.


We also decided to go to work. And how surprised when Dimas was greeting the mother, suddenly the mother pinched Dimas' cheek again with anxiety. I was so surprised by my mother. Even with Arka, mom's not that big.


"Mom, sign Arka, will you?"


"You just calm down. Arka's safe with me. We have Fania too" said the mother, smiling.


"Yes, already. We're leaving, aren't we, Auntie?" said Dimas.


We got in the car and headed straight to my office. After traveling for about half an hour, we arrived. Dimas stopped me in front of the office.


Dimas grabbed my finger. Staring deeply. "Nia, I hope .. you can be patient with my father."


For some reason, Dimas' words made me even more nervous.


"Don't be nervous!" Like reading my mind. Dimas squeezed my fingers gently. "Only with this can you take my father's heart. Know father. Maybe, he looks scary. But believe me, my father was human too. He has a heart, which can be overcome by tender feelings. I'm sure you can. I. .. I want us to fight together."


I returned it with a smile. The smile that I purposely described, so that he would not worry about me too much. To be honest, I was afraid of facing this situation.


"Nia, our love journey is still very long. But I'm always sure we can get through it. Remember that! We have prepared everything, including mentally. Until the time of happiness comes, we can grasp tightly freely. Without burden, and without any more transverse aral like now," continued Dimas while bringing his face closer.


I smiled back to respond. Kuhela took a long breath. "You too, must always strengthen me!"


"I will always be with you."


Our eyes are staring at each other.


Dimas cupped both his hands to my cheeks. He closed his face, focused his lips on mine. The warmth returned to warm the morning. Makes the nervous chest more and more rumbling. It's a clash between love and worry.


Dimas took his lips off mine. But still looking at me. "You're so pretty today. I love you."


"I also .. love you," I reply.


"Find the secretary Ve first. I asked him to take care of you. So, if there's anything, just call him right away.


"You left me to him, like a child," I said.


"For me, you're still like a child. Sweet, need to be pampered, need to be monitored, and need to be overwritten. Ha-ha ...!"


I got out of that car too. Dimas is gone. I read it before entering the office. I hope everything goes well.


When I walked into the office, everyone in the office looked at me. I tried to calm down, but still. I'm so nervous. Especially when looking at a middle-aged man who was watching me closely.


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