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Not really, two more months have passed. Jess is used to having no Kent in their house. The woman is more free to travel wherever she wants.
As of now, Jess is shopping for basic necessities for the children in the orphanage. The woman was seen struggling under the scorching sun in the parking lot of a mother market.
"Neng's monthly shopping?" Greet the parking friendly. Mr. Jamal has known the woman since junior high school. Jess often accompanied the mother shopping at the market, and met with Jamal sir there.
"Yes sir. Coincidentally again there is a windfall want there is a small thanksgiving event for children." Jess smiled back in a friendly smile.
After tying the dus to two stacking in the back seat. Mr. Jamal helped raise one more box at the front and two large plastic bags on his left side. Cantolan was deliberately made by Jess in a repair shop.
"Udah neng's. Is this sure strong?" Said Jamal looking worried. Jess glanced at the big plastic with a slightly hesitant feeling. But the motor is loaded with cargo. Only in the cantolan is the last place that can be used.
"Father like it. Or one plastic bag up here aja sir, bair is not too heavy." Jess's proposal was approved by Mr. Jamal.
Once in safety, Jess leaves the market parking lot. Previously the woman had slipped money in the butut bag belonging to Mr. Jamal, because the man who always refused. The middle-aged man knew that Jess's finances were not much different from his all-around life. Enough to eat and sufficient for daily needs for those who are good at gratitude.
At the red light, Jess looks agitated. The dus behind his back felt tight. Not to mention the burden that is in the front seat.
Inside a luxury car, a man stared pushyly at the motorbike he knew so well. It was seen a woman several times wiping her sweat through the slit of the helmet.
The scorching afternoon did make some people reluctant to travel using two-wheeled vehicles. Jess had no other choice. It was the only vehicle he had, other than that he couldn't drive.
"Have you taken care of the car I asked for?" Adit who had also been staring at the madam was shocked.
Nervously the man answered.
"That's it sir. I already ordered it, it will arrive before the divorce papers are signed." Sahut Adit again glanced at the madam, who somehow looks so sexy by riding his motorcycle gedenya.
Don't ask me why Jess could have the bike. The motorbike he got by buying it through a motorcycle dealer sales seken. A friend who works there offers the motorbike, when someone comes to sell it at the dealer where he works.
He knows Jess really likes motorcycles, Jess had several times in wild racing while still in school by borrowing his motorcycle or other friends. The woman never lost, her skill in riding the iron horse deserves a thumbs up.
All for the sake of a piece of paper that serves to connect the lives of his sisters in the orphanage.
Back to Kent and Adit. The two men did not turn their eyes away for a moment. It was as if the scenery in front of them was a very beautiful thing to look at.
When the traffic light started to change color, Adit involuntarily clucked in annoyance. And that was clearly heard by Kent.
Makes the wrinkles on Kent's forehead multiply like belly fat. There was a sense of annoyance at the sound of whispering from Adit's tongue. It was obvious that the assistant admired his wife. Kent really doesn't like it.
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Melisa has been on her unanimous decision. The woman was riding in a travel car with the child towards the capital.
The goal was clear, to visit the Kent residence. It's been two months since Kent never came to visit them. The man just routinely sends some money and occasionally calls the child. It also takes a considerable time to make the emotions of the soul, because the new call will be raised when it has been dozens or even dozens of times.
Melisa can no longer tolerate Kent's indifference towards her and Alissa. The man had neglected his responsibility as a father to their daughter.
"Eli, remember what you said back home?"
"Remember ma, Eli had to whine as papa until papa allowed us to live together in papa's house in Jakarta. I see ma'am?" An innocent Alissa replied as she looked at the mother's face.
Melisa smiled in satisfaction then nodded steadily. In the kiss of the child's forehead, which is the source of happiness is also the money.
All children who are lonely, will be equated with the date of his birthday. That's because they don't know for sure when the children were born.
In the office, Kent is still being overshadowed by his unlikely encounter with his wife. He tried to avoid meeting the woman, but the universe seemed to meet them.
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Notice Kent being sidetracked from the big glass before him.
Seen Adit entered with a face expression that is not careless. Kent was a little surprised. No office problems at will to make the assistant have to face difficult situations.
"Sorry sir, I just want to tell you. If.if mistress..." Adit took a deep breath. Kent doesn't like to be curious.
"Say it clearly, Dit. You know I'm not a patient person." Adit raised his face. Trying to convey news that might add to the burden of the boss's mind.
"Mistress Melisa, is on her way to this town with Miss Alissa. They're heading for Miss Jess's house in a travel car." Relieved! One word that could represent the shock of his soul at this moment. But it can also be a disaster for an Aditya.
If Kent could hear the voice of the assistant's heart. Maybe Adit will get the last SP without going through SP 1 and 2 first.
Kent turned back to stare at the street far down there. A heavy sigh rang out to Adit's ears. Makes the man go wrong and scared.
"How can Melisa know my home address? I never even had a long conversation with that woman. Especially about home addresses and other." The heavy sound of Kent is enough to make Adit ciut's guts instantly.
Nervously the man confessed one great sin to the superior.
"Se. actually... A week ago, Miss Melisa sent me a message, sir. The madam asked for the host's address by saying the message you sent was erased by Miss Eli. So ask me again, because it's not good to bother you to work." Bright Adit with a tone full of fear.
Kent returned a long sigh. This is what she doesn't like about Melisa. That woman is good at hogging things.
"How long have you been working for me, Dit? Why don't you understand me so well?" Aditya was unable to answer. She is terrorized by Melisa's message as well as a call that interrupts her meeting with a client. For that without a second thought, Aditya also sent the address of the master.
"Make sure Jess isn't home. I'll take care of Melisa. Cancel all my schedule from noon till Afternoon today. You take care of the office, I'll solve the problem you created." Continue Kent in a flat tone.
Glucose!
Adit gulped rough saliva, as if swallowing duren seeds.
"Ba.baik sir. Again forgive my carelessness." Sesal Adit looked down deeply. Guilt was stirring in his heart now. How could he save the divorce of his two employers, if he himself had created a new problem between the two.
"You're a stupid assistant, Dit! How can you go back to being fooled by Miss Melisa. Stupidhead! Idiotical! Dumbass! idiot!" Bumpat Adit all the way to the pantry.
Risma stared in horror at the strange behavior of the assistant. The woman shuddered then walked quickly ahead of Adit who was in front of her.
"Have he gone mad? It could be that he was cursing himself so excitedly like that. You're not sane." Risma's grouse was astonished.
Kent intends to contact Jess, but remembers that he does not even have the woman's mobile number. Kent cursed his stupidity.
"Basic sloppy assistant! How many times has Melisa deceived her and still she easily trusted that woman just like that." Kent's annoyance sounded furious.
The grip is being driven faster. That's because Kent is beset by overwhelming anxiety. Somehow she was so worried that Jess found out about Melisa and her daughter. But this is not how it should be.
The sooner she finds out about him, the easier it is to leave Jess.
But what was this, he instead felt frightened if the woman left him and got hurt. Really all Kent's plans were ruined for a while.
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