Other Dream Women
Chapters 126. Virally

Flashback 2 months ago...

One by one the men in all black clothes began to leave the public cemetery when the body of the husband and his son was buried. Still with a broken heart, Mentari came out of the tomb to return to his residence. How not to be destroyed? At the same time, he lost his father, husband and son in an accident. So destroyed his body and mind, he asked to take his life because there was nothing he had in this world.

"Mbak Dance?"

The greeting of a man who was in front of the terrace, made the attention of Dance a little distracted. He who had bowed his head, striding at the footprints of the cemetery, now the woman's head looked up. He frowned when he saw who was coming.

"Sorry, who are you?" tanya Dance with a little squeak on the forehead. He did not know the man who was in his house.

"I'm Angkasa, the leader in the company where your husband works. Earlier, I wanted to express my condolences for the passing of your husband, son and father. May all their acts of worship be received by Allah SWT."

"Thank you Sir. Sorry, because I really don't know you."

"No problem. I also want to apologize for not being able to deliver to the funeral because I just arrived from Kalimantan so I can't go to the funeral late."

"Oh it's okay sir. I'm not feeling good because you bothered to come here."

"Not at all." Space picked up an envelope from inside the bag he was carrying. Then he left it to Mentari. "Please accept Ma'am!"

"What is this, sir?"

"This is a compensation fund from the company for employees or the families of employees who died. Please accept."

Mentari shook his head while refusing this donation. "But I don't seem to be entitled to receive these funds sir. Hasn't my husband been working for two weeks in my company?"

"Both two weeks, two months or two years, all are entitled to this fund. So please be accepted."

Although a little hesitant, but in the end Mentari also received a white envelope given by her husband's superior.

"I thank you, sir."

"Sama-sama Ma'am."

Space slightly grimaced when it felt its stomach suddenly wrapped around. He looked around to find a bathroom.

"Mother why? How's it getting so nervous?"

"I'm hitching a ride in the bathroom" Ma'am."

"Oh you looking for a bathroom?" Mentari opened the entrance which was still closed. It was even forgetfulness to allow this man to enter. "Father in straight. Turn left and the bathroom is on the right."

"Okay Ma'am, I'm hitchhiking to the bathroom for a bit."

Space hastily entered the inner area of Mentari's house. As per the instructions, he finally found the bathroom he was looking for.

A few moments later, Space was done with all its wishes. He swung his legs to return to where Mentari was. But his footsteps suddenly came to a halt as it flashed in the central space. There is a picture that makes him interested to see it.

"Well, this isn't a cloud? How can Mentari and Awan take a photo together like this?"

The photo shows the state of one class where they took pictures together. The photo, though slightly outdated, yet Space could clearly see that it was a Cloud. Not wanting to be shackled by curiosity, Clouds rushed back to the terrace to meet Mentari.

"Sir, I want to ask you something. Can you?"

"May sir, please!"

Space landed his butt in the rattan chair in front of the terrace. Although not welcome to sit by the owner of the house.

"Did this Dance Mommy used to be a Cloud classmate?" ask Space directly on the subject.

Forehead Crimped dance. "How could you know?"

"So I had a chance to see a picture frame in the middle room. Looks like it's a first-class photo of Madam Dance."

"Oh yes sir. I used to be a friend of Cloud class. But never mind, don't talk about the clouds anymore. I suddenly lost my mood when I talked about the clouds."

Although a little surprised by the response given by Mentari about the Cloud. But Space caught a good signal from this woman. He felt that something had happened between Awan and Mentari to make this woman feel like she had a personal vendetta.

"Can't it be like that, Mommy?" urgently Angkasa hopes that Tari will tell a story.

The sun breathed a little rough. Although the incident was a few years ago, but if you remember it really upset yourself.

"I used to be humiliated by the Clouds in front of my old class friends."

"Can't you?"

"I used to be famous in school and fell in love with the Clouds. I was trying to pursue to get her love. I even wrote a love letter to the man. Apesnya, before the ceremony flag letter fell and found by a close friend of the Cloud finally happened a shameful tragedy. The love letter I made was read by the Cloud in front of the whole ceremony participant."

"Haha... So anyway? Oh God, how sorry you are, Mother."

"Aahhhh sir, don't discuss it anymore. Because of Mr. Nih, I remembered the embarrassing incident again."

Space stopped his laughter. He felt he had the opportunity to work with Tari.

"So you hate that guy?"

"Not only hate sir. But really, really hate. I also haven't had the time to reply to that super-hearty Cloud."

"If you were to be reunited with The Cloud, what would you like to do?"

Mentari thought for a moment. I don't know what happened suddenly something popped up in his head.

"I was rejected for being a judge. If at this time I can be reunited with the Clouds, I will make him fall in love and chase me. And after that I'll leave."

"Pass, it's fitting!"

"You mean how?"

"How about we work together to destroy the Clouds? You approach her and make her fall in love then you leave. I'm just asking you to get the Cloud's Civic Turbo and after that your job is done."

Mentari was a little surprised by what Space was talking about. "What happens until you want that car to take from the Clouds?"

"Later, I'll tell you later after you successfully carry out that mission!"

Flashback off

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"Tumben is already at this hour but not a single customer has come? Though usually this hour we have penetrated two million loh."

Desi, one of the crew outlet resto owned by Awan slightly complained because at eleven o'clock this afternoon there was not a single customer who came. Usually by lunch hour like this, the restaurant is already crowded with buyers. Both offline and online.

"Yes yes, very quiet tumben you know this restaurant," said one of the crew justifying Desi's speech.

Desi linked her gaze towards Fahri ssng supervisor. He was a little surprised because his supervisor looks busy with a cellphone in his hand.

"Mas, how do you really look at that phone? What news is there?"

"Messenger Des, dang!"

"Why Ri?" timpal Clouds were suddenly in front of the crew-crew outlets that were gathering.

Fahri raised his head. "P-Pak Clouds..."

"I heard you say, Dangerous, what's so bad?" tanya The curious cloud.

Fahri would go awry saying this or not. But he felt the need to tell Cloud about the news he read.

"Our social media is crowded by the comments of some netizens sir."

"Many comments from some netizens? Isn't that nice? How do you even say bad?"

"The problem is they don't comment well sir, but instead make fun of our resto."

"Mock fun at our resto? What's the problem?"

"This please Mr. Awan read for himself." Fahri handed his phone to the clouds. "IG resto tagged in one of the posts that reported about localization raid last night Pak. And in this post the face of Mr. Awan is clearly visible!"

The clouds were a little surprised by what Fahri said. Both eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw a photo of himself plastered real and clear in one of the online news portals.

"Why is this so?"

"That's it sir, but it looks like this news went viral on IG and became a tranding topic on twitter with the hashtag cloud the ceker's chicken snack."

The body of the clouds suddenly felt so limp. His head felt so heavy imagining that his name had been destroyed by the raid. Suddenly his body sat on the floor and he shouted loudly....

"I don't want to missiiinnnnnnn!!!!"

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