Papa, I Need A Mama
Episode 30's

Bhishma, looking at the wife's face.Jihan, was fast asleep on his lap. He, willingly giving his thighs, to bed his wife. His right thigh holds a laptop, to do his job. Meanwhile, his left thigh, he used it for his sleeping wife. Because, there's no pillow in this break room. Although, she loved Karina very much. However, he never invited Karina into his break room.

However, unlike Jihan, she really did not want to keep anything secret. And, this was the first time he had been honest about the rest room that Jasmine used to use first, while waiting for her to be at work. However, now everything about Jasmine has been thrown away, also burned by her. He, replace it with a new bed. Bhishma, thought, no one will ever use this room again. So, he emptied the contents, only the bed was left.

" His face is so pretty, Mashaallah. Jihan, thank you for teaching me ablution, and, pray five times. I wish I could be your priest when I pray. Really, you are a very rare woman in this world according to my version. I, in love with you, you were sent by God, for me. Although I will marry Karina later, but maybe I will never let you go, because you are the mother of my son. For the time being, I will continue to trick you. So you get pregnant fast ! " inner Bisma.

" Brother Alif ? "

Jihan, delirious calling Alif's name. Instantly, Bhishma made him jealous.

" What's wrong with him, why is Jihan delirious about calling the man's name? " murmurm Bisma.

" Sister, very good. Jihan, feel comfortable with Brother... Hmmm ! "

Bisma, scrunching her forehead.

" Jihan, wake up hey wake up ! "

The handsome man tried to wake his wife. However, Jihan turned her back.

" Sister Alif, I don't want to lose Brother anymore. I feel like Big Brother is so much like me, you are like my own real brother ! "

" Thank God, what do I think. You've managed to make me jealous of Jihan, you naughty wife. I, will punish you later ! "

The sound of Bisma's cell phone, it reads, makes Jihan wake up from her sleep. Looking at her, Bisma went out of this break room, she was receiving an incoming call like from Karina.

" Yes Hello, what's up, baby? "

" It must be from Sister Karina! " inner Jihan.

Jihan, then followed Bisma from behind. He, seeing the face of Bhishma so bright, was like he was getting good news. She, trying to eavesdrop on what the husband was talking about.

" Yes Karina, really? You're going home next week? Oh, so filming's 3 months off? Alright. When home? I'll pick you up! Oh well, next month huh? Of course, I'll pick you up at the airport. Well, what is not for my most beautiful and sexy fiance in all of Indonesia ? Yes, of course, I will always be there for you. I love you too ! "

" Right, from Sister Karina. Jihan, you have to be self-aware, remember this is just a contract marriage. You, dan, she'll never be together. So, all the good he gave me was just a lie. I'm sorry, I'm starting to love you !" inner Jihan.

Jihan, back in the break room, she's back pretending to be asleep. So, Bisma is not suspicious. For some reason, her tears just flowed away, unable to hold back her cries.

" Jihan hasn't woken up yet, I'll just call him. There was a sudden meeting with a client that could not be delayed, really upset me. Honey, Mas meeting first yes, the break time is also over ! "

Bhishma, kiss the wife's forehead. Jihan, still in a state of pretending to be asleep. After Bhishma closed the door of this room, Jihan got up. He, then, cleaned his bag. The woman, leave the room. His eyes, beginning to condense, until a small grain of tears flowed down his cheeks. He, running without caring for the gaze of others on him. While holding his sling bag, he ran out of the company building Bisma.

" A..I why ? Why do I cry for him? He just doesn't care about me, he's a liar. He shouldn't have paid me any attention, I hate this. Everything is fake, the promise is fake. I, do not want to love him, O Allah help the servant of the torment ! "

" You why Mama ? "

" I'm fine, just not feeling well ! "

" Oh, if you don't mind. I'll take you to the doctor, let's go! "

Jihan, shake.

" No, thanks! "

" Are you afraid of me? I am not a bad person, my name is Hasanuddin Al Buchori. Assistant Mr. Alif Hendrawan! "

" S. I "

" You're Jihan Vania right ? "

" Oh, how do you know my name ? "

" Lah, I am his personal assistant Young Master Alif, so I can know your name ! "

" Is Brother Alif, always watching over me. So that he could know about my existence ! "

" Yes, that's the real fact. So, it's best for Young Miss to understand Mr. Alif ! "

" I want to tell you the real facts. But it seems less safe here. I suggest, you should come with me, to meet Young Master! "

" Okay, I'll follow you . But, you don't lie about Brother Alif! "

" This is my business card, and, this is my H.S Group membership card! "

**H.S Group Indonesian

Hasanuddin Al Buchori, S.Sos**

Personal Assistant CEO of H.S Group

" Okay, I believe. Come, I'll follow you ! "

" Let's Young Miss ! "

Jihan, enter the luxury car of Alif's personal assistant. That man, actually not because he accidentally met Jihan. Instead, he took the initiative to help Singgih who was assigned to oversee Bhishma, and, Jihan.

" Young Miss, what is the relationship between you and Lord Bhishma really ? "

" I don't want to say it, it's my privacy ! "

" Okay, then I won't ask again. Sorry, for my sassness ! "

" It doesn't matter! "

After a few minutes on the way, the two finally arrived at the company building H.S Group, located in Menteng, central Jakarta.

" Miss, we've arrived. Go ahead! "

Hasan, help open the car door for Jihan. The woman, then saluted Alif's personal assistant.

" Thank you! "

" Together, well Miss, Young master Alif, is on the 20th floor. I, will deliver you to him! "

" Okay, thanks! "

Hasan, nodding in response. The man, pressing the number 20 button, the elevator door began to close, after which it completely closed tightly. And start moving towards the first floor, two, and so on.

Ting...

" It's here, please Miss! "

Jihan, nodding in response, while putting her hands on her chest paying respect.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

" Who ? "

" I'm Young Master! "

" Okay, comein! "

" Asalamualaikum! "

" Wa'alaikumusallam! "

" Alif Jihan hasn't come yet ? Hah, Mashaallah, my daughter, Mama misses you son ! "

Alif's mother, who missed her daughter so much, finally ran towards the direction Jihan was in. She, no longer cared, obviously she only wanted to hug the body of her long-lost daughter.

" What is this ? Maesaroh's mother calls me her daughter ? What's the matter, actually? I'm dizzy! " inner Jihan.

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