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Rara Escape

Holding both shoulders of Rara, then stared at the face of the puffy-eyed ayu, Fira assured with a sweet smile.

“Remember, your children, this is nothing. Moreover, this is just a misunderstanding. Out there, many family fighters like you, who to the point of sacrificing self-esteem and they still survive. Not wanting to be abandoned in the village. I know stories about you. Although maybe it's just a little.” Fira tries to encourage Rara.

Yesterday Fira found out Rara was crying, actually she had not come home that afternoon. When Rara just came out of the Ancient room, Fira noticed from afar, just as Sari happened to pass by, Fira called Sari and idly asked about her curiosity, why Rara was like crying.

Don't know instead sari story, that Rara just got bad news from her village.

For a moment Rara glued, “Then the good news what?” rara asked, still with an unclear voice because her nose was still stuck.

“Invitation guests in the meeting room, they all love the food you make. At first it was strange, their faces seemed to get something bad. Though they felt something foreign to their tongues, so rich people tekajut. And ... misunderstood by Mr. Purba,” clearly Fira with senyuma semringah. End the tone of complaint when saying Purba is wrong.

“Serious?” Rara responded with a weak tone. He still could not believe what Fira said.

“Seriously! Why am I lying. You made breakfast for Mr. Purba, right? You are indeed a cooking pinter, whatever you cook is definitely delicious.” Fira re-energizes Rara and that is true.

“Thankful if that is the case, but somehow I am still afraid if I meet Purba.”

“Yes, you calm yourself first. But, you do not get how, Mr. Purba is good, really. Maybe in his house there is also a problem, until it is out of control so.”

Rara nodded hearing Fira's explanation. She tried to fight her fear, more precisely the trauma of getting violence from her husband first, and it was as if now her wounds were reopened by the ancients.

**#

Purba intends to calm down to Bizar's apartment, he steps quickly towards his room, but has to go through the meeting room. Although actually to pass there it feels afraid to be seen by clients, who are certainly talking about the no-no about BTC company or even himself.

When Purba was almost close to the meeting room, Bizar was standing in front there. The ancients approached with careful steps.

“Sst ...” Purba put her index finger on her lips, when Bizar learned of her arrival.

“Master,” said Bizar who then stopped.

“Don't go hard, you get my phone inside. I wait in the room,” whispered Purba, then leave.

However, there were no two steps to go, Purba stopped right in front of the door of the meeting room. He was shocked by the sound of laughter from within, making him curious and stealing a look from behind the glass door.

“Bizar here,” said Purba, half whispering while waving.

Bizar approached his master, “What's the Lord,” he said.

“They why? Laughing at me huh?” Ask Purba.

“No Sir, they are happy to enjoy the dish made Non Rara.”

“Hah? Meaning?” Ancient people really don't understand, don't believe? Or refuse to believe? Only Ancient knew about his feelings with what he had seen.

Bizar explained that just then when Purba left the meeting room, Fira tried to take over the meeting. However, Mr. Gunawan asked later to wait for Purba to return and hope while inviting Rara.

However, Purba never came back, finally clients all enjoy the existing dish until it runs out and while waiting for Purba to come.

And sure enough, Purba saw the table in the meeting room of the glass door, fill the empty plate all. Ancient Lips are flattered, relieved and there is pride.

However, no matter what the pride was, he only realized that he had just vented anger at the wrong person. It seems unfair if this happiness is only felt alone, really selfish. While someone's heart was injured, it might even be a trauma that could somehow heal it.

“Bizar, call Fira. I'm in first continue the meeting.” The ancients entered with a warm smile at the clients of money had been waiting since.

***

“Sorry colleagues, I was looking for Rara, my new employee, maybe he was busy, I met while not in place. I waited in his room there was nothing. Can we start the meeting?” old man, telling lies.

“Pak Purba, tell the employee, we were really impressed with the dish. Feel home and our body so seger,” said the client from Batak.

What the client meant was wedang ginger mixed Mint leaves.

“ True Mr. Purba, we initially felt strange with his drink, but over time our bodies felt warm and fresh. There are mint and fresh fragrant aroma that we do not know what it is,” said another client.

“True sir, especially me when it has not become what it is today. I am a regional person as well, who is accustomed to eating simple foods from natural ingredients, spices, which are processed with homemade concoction.

However, as the times progressed and my environment changed, so, what I ate followed the times, but now I find that childhood sensation."

“True Mr. Purba, I feel so too. So, if for the event there will be traditional food, I especially agree. Agree once,” said another meeting participant added.

**#

Rara's heart was still hollow, although she could understand her Ancient misunderstanding, but for some reason her heart continued to feel upset, her mind always flashed a shadow as Purba scolded her harshly, how the cry as if entering all filled the roar of the ears.

“Ra, called Tuan,” Bizar's command that makes Rara stunned from her daydream.

“What's up?” ask Rara not excited.

“Entah,” reply Bizar briefly.

“Iya later, legg a little more.”

Bizar left without another word. Rara moved from her seat. He cleaned the fridge that was getting dirty.

Rara is deliberately looking for. Actually just now when Bizar told Rara to be called by Purba, she was doing nothing. He was just lazy, not ready to meet the person who just dropped his mentality. Hence, seek busyness.

**#

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting was completed and resulted in a very satisfactory cooperation decision for Purba. Now Purba is in his room, waiting for Bizar who has not come since.

Stung suraa knocking on the door, it turns out it was Bizar with a hasty road like it. “Sorry Sir, I'm late,” said Bizar with a slight bow.

“Where have you been? I think calling Rara won't be this long. The meeting is over,” said Purba, calm down. There was no sound of anger at all.

“Sorry Sir, my head is dizzy once. Rather than later be more troublesome, I took a short nap and now it's better,” explained Bizar, honestly. He was sleeping, his head felt light and sick.

“Ok. Where's Rara?”

“She said she would meet with the Master, it was the responsibility of holding the job.”

“Hold work? Meaning?” ask Ancient astonished.

“Iya Sir, I saw Non Purba cleaning the freezer.”

“Why should Rara? That's Sari's job. You'd forgotten? Rara is now a secretary?” old man asked, his tone was not friendly.

“Maybe Non Rara wants to help Sari, because her kitchen is very messy.”

“Hem.., Ok, ok.. alright.” Quite short response Purba, maybe his mood is very good, so do not feel upset even though Rara catapulted to meet him and even Bizar made a mistake.

#**

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it's time for Rara to come home. He asked Sari to not talk to Pak Purba much, if asked about him who would go home sooner.

Initially Sari refuses Rara's request, she is afraid of being fired for supporting Rara. But after being persuaded, Sari finally wanted to too. Feel the same from the village, so have to support each other and take care.

“Yaudah, there if you want to go home. Be careful yes.” Sari gives Rara permission to go home sooner.

Rara stops at a quiet room, then calls Fira.

“Halo Fir, can I ask you please?” rara said through her phone.

“Iya, Ra. What help?” answered Fira from across the phone.

“Eng, I .. want to go home now, but my bag is still inside. Can you help me, right? If Mr. Purba goes outside, tell me that I want to bring my bag,” pinta Rara with an anxious tone.

Fira was silent for a moment, this was quite difficult. One side, Purba is the boss, his time must support others, although Fira also pity Sari.

“Ok, yes. Where are you now?”

“I'm near the toilet,” replied Rara briefly.

“Ok alright, be careful yes. Hopefully tomorrow you have improved and returned to work as before,” replied Fira gave support.

“Iya, thanks yes Fir.”

Rara then hung up her phone.

Seriate...