Suddenly Chased by Satan
Don't Esmosi
"Sir Karan?" i cringe.
"Can I come in?"
"Who's up, Va?" ask my mom from inside.
"Ehm, there---"
"Kara? come here come in, come in...?!" mom was suddenly in the living room and invited this guy to come in.
"Ehm," my cousin just cleared his throat and chained his chin, ask me to give him access to come in.
"Geez Reva, how can Karan get in if you're at the door like that?" say mama.
I can only slide with resignation, while the cousin smiled at a glance with sweetness.
"Not seen in a long time, how are you, son?" ask mama.
"Good, Aunt..."
"Here goes to Dalem aja, has breakfast not? aunty cook special fried rice loh," mama murepet aja no comma point.
Mr. Karan didn't say anything, he just followed mom to the dining table.
I took a breath and exhaled slowly, "Sabar Reva. Don't esmosiiii," I tried to spread myself.
I followed where the cousin was on the road.
"There's no need to bother, Auntie.." said the cousin.
"No, Auntie didn't bother at all. Oh yeah, you know about Reva's pregnancy?" mama bucket leaked.
"Youngdoll?!" I shake my head.
"Loh why? Karan's son is our family too, so it's okay if he knows. So later your son will call Karan's son 'Om' huh?" mama mrepeeeet everywhere else while I'm not very good ngedengerinnya.
"You try the fried rice, aunty make tea first." said the mama who gave me a plate of fried rice in front of Pak Karan.
"Thank you, Auntie..."
I want to pull up a chair and eat breakfast.
Not long mama nyodorin one cup of tea is still hot.
"Reva, you get Karan breakfast, mama wants to get ready for the supermarket, the groceries are up" said mama to me.
"Karan, aunty lives first yes." said the same mama cousin.
"Yes, Aunt..."
Mama left us both at the dinner table. As for me, just waiting for what will be said with my cousin.
I saw this person between the intention of not eating fried rice.
"Not eating, if not"
"Pregnant mothers are not good to be angry, the tension will rise," said Pak Karan plate.
"What's up here so early?"
"Because you're not going to the office" said the cousin while devouring the food on his plate.
"I told you I don't want to go anymore"
"What do you want?" ask mr. Karan.
"I said I want to go back, I can't go to the office often anymore" I said.
He puts spoons and forks on his plate in cross mode, which means eating them sparingly. Not only that, Mr. Karan also inhaled first tuh his tea that is fluffy, beuuh kok me who follow the blow-blown, fiuuuh!
"Udah, I want to go back to everything. I'm not a dick either, am I?"
"I'm not doing that because you're not good at it, but just want the company to grow by working with bigger and stronger companies. But if you want me not to interfere, I'll do it. As long as you still want to lead the company," explained Mr. Karan.
"No, no. I'm tired, I want to focus on being a housewife" I'm looking for another alesan.
"You haven't changed, stay stubborn" said Mr. Karan.
"You too,"
I called you, so very much in the atmosphere.
He took a breath and exhaled slowly, "Yes, if that's your decision. I can't do anything, but you have to remember. The company is yours until ever, I will not take back what I have given. Including my heart" he said.
"Yes, don't mind too much and take care of your health and .. um, and your baby-to-be. I left.." he continued, he stroked a glimpse of my head.
His gaze was different, his tone was different. I could only lean my back on the chair and see the cold man walking out of the house.
.
.
.
All day I joined, there was nothing I could do. This is not possible, all cannot be. There was nothing interesting, my mom went to the supermarket. I wanted to come but, said my mother at home. Fear of soy sauce, later can faint. If you faint, even later there will be trouble people.
"Hadeuh, yes. Ngantor tired, in the house of sleep continue no work also capeeek, hemm. I'm bosen?!" I put my back on the couch.
Drrrttt?!!
There's a phone from the new number.
"Who?" muttered.
I picked up, I accidentally knocked down the volume of the speakers, "Halooo?"
"Hello, it's me, Dera Prasetyo. You where? I've waited 10 minutes and you didn't show up at the office" he said.
"I probably won't be there. So you better just go home. Oh yes, for the next all related to the cooperation, will be handled directly by Pak Karan Perkasa. Because he is leading the company now. Good day-" I firmly.
"Dark?! don't hang up,"
I frowned, astonished, "What else is a proud man?" I'm in the heart.
"Is there anything you want to say, sir?" I try to go low.
"Hmm, can we meet. There's something I want to say,"
"Say it here, sir. If it relates to the company please you-"
"I want to apologize for my attitude the other day" he said, a bit awkward in the ear.
"Ehm, there's no need to apologize, sir.." I deliberately kept calling him 'Master' as satire.
"Don't do it, Miss. Can we meet?"
"Sorry, Sir. But I've been very busy lately, so maybe next time. Good afternoon?!" I hung up the phone unilaterally.
There's no way a cocky guy like him can apologize for no reason. It's not possible. It must have something to do with Mr. Karan.
"People are arrogant like him, sorry there must be a want," I said yag does not want to ngerewes office business again.
Self-conscious, my knowledge has not been able to lead the company. Instead of prolonged dizziness, mending me at home plays a role as a good wife for kangmas. The windfall problem, there will be later. And until now I have not talked to mama about my return to the source of income.
Making your own money is good. Can buy this without having to think because of the money that comes out our own money. Husbands have no right to be angry. But if I have to deal with people who really like to ngeremehin, my heart is tired. Anywhere else should put a friendly face and sweet snobs.
"Later Reva must be the story, Mah. If the time is right. For a while now, let me believe it first, I want to live a quiet life," I muttered to myself.