Pursuing the Love of my Maid
31. Visit of Bik Ninik
"Are you really cut?" ask Amanda who doesn't believe me. He even rounded his eyes and almost glared.
"Obviously his eyes. I have converted and have also been circumcised. Oh yeah, I told you all the same yesterday. He said I'd have to remarry if our son was born, and as long as we're married and you're still pregnant, I can't touch you."
Abhimana said everything he had just known the sari of the ustadz.
"Yes, that's right sir. But isn't it after she's born we're getting divorced? I don't think it's necessary to get married again. One time is enough" Amanda said.
"Why hear him talk like this I'm so hurt? I object to all of that. Very objectionable. I've let mine be cut, then converted. Uh, you're just focusing on your mission? Just look I'll make you pull these words." thought Abimana.
Abhimana just fell silent and smiled wryly. He got up and left the dining table. He went to the guest room which was close to the living room.
"Didn't you come home?" ask Amanda.
"Did you throw me out? I'm just gonna sleep for a second, can't I?" abiman asked when his hand had stiffened the door handle. His eyes were flat but very cold.
"Well, sir, and don't be angry either. I'm just asking, Father why get angry so easily? Don't like me?" ask Amanda.
"Well, if you don't like to say anything, I'm responsible!" screeched Abimana before closing the front door violently.
Behind door.
"Did I say it wrong? Did I say I like it? What's that supposed?" the mind of Abhimana who still did not think he himself said that.
"Emh! Uh! Uhm!" Abimana tapped softly on her own lips which had just mispronounced.
While Amanda who stood near the dining table was stunned in a few minutes. "What did he mean? Mr Abi likes me so? Ah, it can't be that easy as his heart healed. Cla's mother had obviously hurt him. Cheated on him and killed his son. Can it be easily forgiven?"
Meanwhile, at a discotheque.
Novan the private secretary of Abimana was relaxing and enjoying every sip of his drink without being disturbed by anyone. He was in the middle of the crowd but his heart felt lonely. This is the impact of being single year.
"I, if I met you Abi, I'd bump your face. I work with a standard salary but my busyness beats the busyness of the House of Representatives. Argh ...! If you meet Abi. Where you've been for almost a month and just called me on the phone huh!" novan was alone in the crowd.
Until at such a time, Abimana actually contacted him and it made his emotions re-peaked. "Yeah! That bastard! Goddamn shit! Why call? Don't you know I want to relax?"
"Let me not lift it. Let's leave!" shouted Novan furiously.
However, a few seconds later ....
"Damn! If I don't pick up he can cut my pay again. This is outside of work hours!" novan growled even to the point of punching the air.
"Ehem!" Novan tuned his voice to sound melodious and there was no trace of muffling.
"Good night Abi, what's up?" asked Novan with a fake smile.
"Oh, Novel. Tomorrow morning please bring the papers I need to sign home. I haven't been able to get to the office, this time I'm sick" Abimana said.
"What! You sick Abi? What pain!" novan was so surprised. This time he spoke in a tone as a comrade.
"Ah just pain makes me hard to walk. Anyway you come tomorrow, I wait." Abimana gave the order.
"Take it home so you know. I'm going to sleep first" Abimana said, ending her call.
After contacting Abimana, just lie down and stare at the ceiling of the room that is not so spacious as in the big house. His head throbbed violently when he thought about work. His company is nearing bankruptcy. That is why, their departments are concurrent.
Like Novan who became a secretary and also as a marketing manager. Oh, it's a complicated thing and it's also stressful. However, Novan also has a stake in it.
"The company can't seem to last long. This is no longer the product. I admit my products are outmatched in appearance and composition of materials. My head just seems to be breaking."
"If it all collapses, then what am I going to do? Our shares have slumped sharply. Also sold there is no offer. Should I do an auction, I can use the money to give salary to employees for the last time." Abhimana thought alone amid the threat of destruction.
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Meanwhile, at Abimana's residence, in his mansion. Ninik's mother came with the intention of visiting her eldest son, Amanda. The situation is much better and can walk again even with the help of a cane.
"Sir Endro, assalamualaikum, how are you?" napa bibik Ninik's.
"Walaikumsallam Bik, uh tumben here?" ask Mr. Endro with his heart beating fast. He was afraid of deliverance to say the true existence of Abimana.
"Yes this Bibik misses Manda, so look at her. Is there?" ask Bik Ninik.
"Nothing is going with you, he said. You have business outside the city, but Bibik knows that you can not eat the cuisine of foreigners? Manda was taken" replied Endro.
"Oh, but I'm not saying goodbye to you Mr. Abinya," asked Bik Ninik with a disappointed look staring at the inside of the house.
"Forgot most Miss her busy ranking. Understand, I have a lot to take care of. So yes .. we have to understand" said security guard Endro.
Bibik Ninik nodded. "I'll excuse you then."
"Yes Ma'am," replied the Endro security guard.
The Endro security guard immediately reported about the visit of Bibik Ninik. He who has received the mandate was not at all willing to miss the moment. Until Abimana who previously wanted to move her legs to the outside of the house suddenly opened.
"Ah, not so. There was still a possibility that he would look for me again," Abimana's inner self that eventually cancelled out his intention to return home.
"I'm not going home, make me coffee!" exclaimed Abimana while sitting in the living room by locking the door.
"Why not be?" ask Amanda while serving coffee and bowing with her big belly. Seeing Amanda's condition, Abimana felt pity and she immediately patted the empty side next to her.
"Here, sit down."
"What's up, sir?" ask Amanda for marketing.
"Your mother came to the house."
"What! Mommy?" cry Amanda. "How's dong?" his face turned panicked.