Office Hour
The Scene that Jeng-Diajeng awaited

BRAKK!!!

I slammed into the teak bookshelf behind me, several thick books falling onto the floor marking the rigors of the blows being thrown at me.

How many blows has this been? Third one? All four? Obviously, I am numb right now.

I didn't try to retaliate either because I thought I deserved it.

I also wanted to beat myself up for being negligent with my behavior.

It sucks!

Even to hit yourself. I have to ask someone else for help...

"I know one day you will cause trouble, but I do not expect you to act outrageously" he whispered in a Low voice.

"... The one who kept her from being born when my mother left, it was me. Not my father, not the others. In one moment you wasted my struggle. You should have died today!!" Connect with emotion.

I coughed at the tightness of my heart, and was trying to stand with the help of my elbow.

In this room, there are only two of us. Me and Mr. Sebastian.

He shouted, "Let's reply!! To what extent can you withstand my blow!!"

But I don't think it solved the problem.

If I reply, it will show how cowardly I am. He was beaten but defended himself. Let it get battered I lakoni, indeed I deserve to die really.

I can even understand Mr. Sebastian's current baldness, I too, was in pain when I saw Meilinda lying weakly on her bed with an infusion in hand.

Anemia, verdict.

But he insisted on being treated at home.

Allegedly exhausted.

He admitted that it had been a week of stress increased because he thought of me, even hired a private detective to investigate the strangeness about the women who came to my office.

Guilt immediately enveloped me, I always troubled others.

If this blow could pay for all my ridiculous behavior, I would gladly accept it.

Finally because my body condition was initially very prime and not easy to drop, I could see from the corner of my eyes that was a little blurry if Mr. Sebastian took his golf club while approaching me.

Never mind...

I died too. As long as everything I leave behind can live in peace. Just remember, it doesn't matter to me either.

I felt the cold end of the stick touch my forehead.

"If you get a concussion here" said Mr. Sebastian.

Then the stick shifted to my jaw.

"Here can be deaf and blind..."

To my chest.

"Here can be shortness of breath and convulsions..."

To my feet.

"Here can be paralyzed..."

Then it went up to the bottom of my stomach.

"What's just here? Which often makes the problem of this part yes,"

If that part often makes trouble I already have children many times... My name is in my heart.

Why not just do it before, at least if already pregnant, no one wants to mukulin his father, backbone who makes a living, because.

"Okay," then he prepares to position his body to hit me like I'm a golf ball.

Suddenly my mouth was muttering.

A word I can't stop.

A rarity.

I don't know why I laughed.

Maybe because I was waiting for this moment, maybe I was still affected by the medicine that was force-fed yesterday into my mouth, or maybe I was crazy about being beaten.

"Can you still laugh, huh?! Great of you too. Then just go straight to the head, let you have a concussion, all of you," said Mr. Sebastian.

For a man of his age, his strength was still reliable. He didn't gasp to hit me, didn't seem to sweat either, as if he was used to doing things like this.

"You're dead, aren't you able to tell me who hit you?" whispered.

Basic psychopath.

The desire to rise? Zero.

Maybe even I am the psycho, again beaten still had a laugh.

"That's enough."

I can hear Mas Bram's voice.

Why is he here?!

How did he know I was here?

Next I could hear them arguing.

I also heard Selena's voice.

Shouts for the sake of yelling pierced my ears. Right left in and out... Bemoan.

I can't see the sound in words, just a loud voice. I don't know what they're talking about.

I gulped the taste of blood to wet my throat. Then try to position my body to sit and lean against the wall.

Restoring my energy, restoring my breath.

It was only when I could regulate the rhythm of my breath and move my fingers that I could hear what they were saying.

"You must not forget well Bram, the effort that Garnet Group gave you, and your family! You were given the lightness of being able to work while in school, even now in the manager's position, all because of us!"

"I don't remember ever begging to be in position right now, sir! All I remember is that I gave everything I had to Garnet, so that it could be in position now,"

Masku's answer is quite firm, but it is true.

And before we worked not half-and-half, often not even go home for a project. How can Mr Sebastian argue that our position now is management interference? Because what? Because of my relationship with Meilinda?

"OK, because you've been put up against... Selena, if you insist on getting married to Bram, I'll cut off the contract with your father, it means Garnet Hotel won't use your father's business to supply furniture anymore! Then you, Bram who feels powerful over everything, you will be fired! Huh! What are you doing now?!"

"Fine, if that's your decision. I'm taking Dimas now!"

I can still hear Masku talking, then pull my body. After that I don't remember anything.

**

When I realized, I saw Selena in front of me, looking at me with a look I had never seen. His eyes were puffy and the saddest face I had ever seen, sadder than when he was scared to be discovered by Mas Bram about Andrew.

"Lo why, Mala.." hissing me with the remnants of the energy.

He's getting sad.

Then hugged me.

"I swear, I thought you were dead! I am determined not to leave your grave until 40 days to make a tent there!! Rather than the angel nanyain lo, you can't answer!" his hisses are on my neck.

Anjrits... So mind, right!

"Lo don't want me, it's a big deal .." my hiss.

"Thank God, O Tuhaaan." he sobbed again.

I let out a breath.

Actually, it is not fainting really well, just want to sleep. Tired anyway.

But his slumber was like a blur.

I can look around me. I'm in my room.

My home.

I could hear my mother's voice, then Bram's voice. They're discussing something.

More dominant voice of my mother.

Bram's voice was calming my mother.

"Udah, I've got a gapapa. Lo ga need lebay," my hiss.

"Route!I'm worried about why I'm more!" selena Sulang.

"The problem is your chest pressure makes me tight," I chuckled.

"It's still a joke, again!" he took off his embrace.

I lifted her face and wiped away her tears that were still dripping down her cheeks.

"Gue ain't no papa" I said gently.

"Tell?"

"Hm" I nodded.

"Yes, that's it..." He continued to clean up the bandages and medicine that were scattered.

Then I remembered one thing.

"Len... But you can get married right?!" manyworry.

He sighed, still annoyed.

"Ah, bodo time is the problem. I have never been the same bokap nyokap. There are still many other companies that we can cooperate with, this country is not only owned by one person" said Selena. "In fact, I even questioned Mr. Yan's solidarity. If he really wants to break my bokap contract, which has been a supplier for decades, he could really miss his own company, his high school student who was always next to him for almost a lifetime! Though I'm sure Mbak Meli will also not agree. What's the matter, Mr Yan? You basically do not like it the same, keep bringing others!"

"So the story is calm."

"Well..." Selena shrugged her shoulders. "Bram's storage is a lot, I just have to suppress my hedon lifestyle a little. It's easy that Bram didn't leave me."

I chuckle.

"Lo really-was ready to be a wife well, get ready to be a mom Kos! Bram's business costs everywhere!" hisisku.

"Udah laaah, are you ready to be a belly husband?" askalanya.

I smiled cynically.

Then shake.

"When are you ready?"

"Never be ready."

"Certainly? Meli's mom already told Mr. Hans, that's."

"Dad, maybe even told you."

"How come?!"

"Len... Most women are ready to be wives, but most men are not ready to be husbands. Not because it can not take responsibility, but not sure can make a woman happy more than the happiness that the woman's parents love."

"Your mind is too grandiose, deh, "selena said.

"Gue do not have the heart if you want Meli married same me every day using negligee, hair dipapol, must be washed, nyapu, mopping, cook, look dull dry, waiting for a vegetable in front of the house... Though Mr. Hans love her beautiful, expensive, so married I became destitute. Want to be told where my face if asked by Mr. Hans! When he wants to throw his kid into the manhole?!"

"Keep willing he belongs to Stephen, is that it?!"

"Yes not!"

"God! Basic bego!" Selena hit me with an antiseptic bottle. "Lo it's been too much consideration! Because of the attitude of you who do not go forward not back it even makes Mbak Meli sick! Not really lo, Mr. Hans even happy because lo Mbak Meli even independent, even able to do household work, even, you do not think that the greatest happiness of a woman is not to have a lot of money, but a smile on the face of her husband and children! Not that money is not important, but you are not poor very, very times! You have a salary, you have savings, you even have a business! There are still many roads to Rome hoy!!" he threw me a lump of bandage.

I was thinking.

Why did Selena make my heart plong, yeah...

"...lo sure Len?!"

"Gue this chick too, sir!"

I'm silent.

Have I been wrong all this time?

Then he breathed.

And leaning my head against the wall, quietly staring at the ceiling.

I think I need to reflect for a moment, mengikhlaskan my selfishness.