Rangga's Beloved Wife
That voice.

"Sir I want to say goodbye. I'm gonna go get my son." Barrel timidly asked permission with his superior.

As usual, he asked permission from his superior, Mr. Anwar, to pick up Bagas. He was actually hard to accept at the time. But Laras told me she was a single parent. Work for your child because they live together.

"Letter, you have several times taken permission rations during business hours. All this time I accept you to work here because I know how single parent struggle like you. But you're using things for personal use."

"Sir please, pity my son he must have waited a long time there. I promise I'll make time after."

"Next another company will visit here. You are Laras, the person we trust for the presentation later." explained Mr. Anwar.

"Can we ask others to represent us. I really can't, sir. I promised Bagas. Please, sir, I'm right to ask for help. Let me go out for a while to pick up my son." beg Laras.

Mr. Anwar breathed a heavy sigh. This one is a total waste of his time. Anwar glanced at the clock on his wrist.

"Okay, let me pick up your son. Just use my car. I'll ask Randa to take you. You go straight to the office after that."

"can I take my child to the office?"

"For the moment it is possible. Due to the emergency, do not forget later after lunch there is a meeting with a new client. You know our clients help our company a lot."

Barrel out of Anwar's room. He walked leisurely towards his study. Laras currently serves as an assistant manager at the Parmalex company. Companies working in the textile field. His body was stopped at the fifth cubic work.

"Where are you going, Ras?" ask Sasti, his office mate.

"Pick my son. I have promised Bagas." replied Laras who has been carrying his briefcase.

"Pity you, Race. Plus work for your son. Look for a new companion, now many are nyari widows."

"I'm not a widow, Sasti! as long as I haven't found where my husband is buried it's a sign I'm still somebody's wife." Sasti recalls that Laras did not like to be called a widow.

Sasti hugged Laras' shoulder. He knew how in his friend's current position. Having a husband but living like a widow. Sasti was sure that Laras's in-laws must have some strange plan. Yes, everywhere his name in-laws must rarely be good. It will destroy her child's household. And Sasti had seen things several times in the household of the people closest to him. His hands clasped tightly as if to calm his friend's heart.

"You're a strong woman, Race. I'm sure there'll be a way out of your household. May there be a bright spot about your husband's whereabouts."

"Thank you, Sasti. You are a good friend."

"And from the problems you face becomes a lesson for singles like me. Yes, from there I understand the power of in-laws is stronger."

"Come, Sasti. I can't suudzon right now, even though I know it's like you said it was. The power of in-laws is indeed stronger, let alone the incantation of ordinary people like me."

Sasti and Laras actually knew each other in college. From Sastilah, he got job info and was accepted. Initially, Laras was hesitant to be accepted in the company Parmalex, which he knew belonged to Jihan, Rangga's former wife-to-be. Not because the company belonged to Jihan, but because her status was that of a married woman. When he wanted to be rejected, Laras also expressed his motivation to work because he had children. Jihan also concluded that Laras was a single parent, and accepted work.

It's just that, Jihan when auditioning herself, the woman did not know the figure of Laras. That has become a point for Baras to be able to work without knowing his true identity.

Back in the present, Laras finally decided to pick up Bagas. He walked away from the hallway after the passageway. And he heard the scorn of some people who didn't like him. Baras did not care about it, as long as he did not bother others.

As his hand clasped the handle of the exit door, the mobile phone in his bag rang. Quickly Laras took his phone. As his lips fell with a smile, he knew the owner of the number was waiting for him.

"Mother," the little voice cried out.

"Mother don't have to pick up Bagas. Now Bagas is at home with the handsome om." replied Bagas.

"Om who, gas?"

"It's a handsome man to talk to you."

"Hello this is Bagas's bundle, huh? I'm Yusuf, this Bagas I've delivered safely."

Baras was glued to hear the voice of om which Bagas meant. The voice he had convinced was the figure he had been waiting for all this time. The voice he missed so much. Her tears fell, her hands trembling. His heart is racing. His tongue is locked. There was no sound to be said.

Mas!

"Bagas, mother asked not to tell me to go home first. Mother wants to meet, now you wait for mother at home." said Laras.

I'm sure it's Rangga.

Sure enough, I won't forget what his words and voice were like.

"But, um just got home. Joseph also had to be sent home. Poor mama's waiting." said Bagas.

"Yusuf's his son, huh?" ask Laras

"Jusuf said it was his mother's brother."

Is Ina's son? or Lani's son? because I know my step-sister Rangga Ina and Lani.

Barrel looked at his phone. His heart is still not broken. After feeling better, Laras kept his phone. Then look for Randa according to Anwar's instructions. But before that he asked Bu Jihan for permission to go home early.

"You're very pale, Laras. Are you sick?"

Baras just nodded slowly. He doesn't know if he's sick or not. What was certain was that the incident made him not calm.

The barrel looks at the wall clock, the working hours are still long. But with the kindness of his superiors he was allowed to go home.

"Ras, I'm temenin, yeah. You're so pale." Sasti appeared already carrying the bag. The 24-year-old girl led Laras out of the office.

They finally sat in the car. Laras asks Randa to deliver him to an address. Where is it located in elite housing.

"Where's the address, Ras?"ask Sasti.

"To my in-laws' house."

"Ngapain, you want to send your life there? let's go home, Ras. You're pale, where your hands tremble constantly."

"Mas Rangga is back, Sas. I have to see him. I should introduce him to Bagas."

"Not now, Race! your circumstances are not possible. If your husband is still alive, he'll be looking for you, but you should go home. Poor Bagas alone at home. Later if you've calmed down a little I'll send you to your in-laws' place."