The Bitter Three's
Jealousy Brings Love

A sunny morning, a Sunday flooded with sunshine after yesterday's heavy rain.

Half-conscious, Hanifah came out of the room. He just woke up at 11pm. He did not usually sleep again after the dawn prayer. The tumbens today the gravitational force of the mattress is so great. He even forgot what surah he had read during the prayer this morning.

Both of his legs were twisted, sore, as if his blood flow was not smooth.

Last night what happened? The atmosphere was very chaotic in the cafe. Visitors are crowded ceaselessly to the point that they have to force suppliers to send supplies as much as 3x more than usual. Hanifah fingers ache and cramp due to battering and thinning the dough.

Luckily today Hanifah got the afternoon shift.

Then the woman tidied up the stitches before exiting the room and checking her phone.

Whoa! There is a remittance that reads overtime bonus in e-bankingnya!

Hanifah stared at the screen of her phone with sparkling eyes. Five hundred thousand rupiah, beyond his monthly salary.

Thank goodness, good! Not in vain achy-super until it feels like to dislodge this waist. Thought Hanifah was happy.

Then the woman checked her cafe employee Chat WA Group. The average person who handles the event yesterday gets overtime and they look happy. Baristas and Pastry Chefs are given 2x the overtime from Hanifah. It's natural because they worked the hardest yesterday. Some even fainted from exhaustion.

Hanifah was lucky to still be able to sit and chat for a while while tidying up the front liner. He also helps the chefs handle the dough. And it could be seen, none of the Baristas and Pattissiers could sit down yesterday. They ran around here and there in a hurry even to fall all over.

Hanifah smiled cheerfully. Although only five hundred thousand, but obtained with full struggle! Amounts that are not much but contain a lot of meaning.

Then Hanifah checked the selling price of gold per day. He plans before going to the cafe, he will stop for a while at the gold shop to buy jewelry as a symbol of his salary and first bonus of his own efforts.

If coupled with his salary, maybe you can buy a gold ring of several grams.

Then Hanifah frowned as she exited the room.

He saw Alwa sitting in front of the TV. Hanifah can immediately know that Alwa is daydreaming, because the TV show shows off road motor trail, something that even Alwa does not understand.

Alwa's eyes glued to look towards Kayar, but his gaze was empty as if staring at the thought of something else.

Hanifah frowned. What a strange sight.

Shortly afterwards, a greeting came from the entrance.

A familiar sound in Hanifah's ears. Gleefully, Hanifah approached the origin of the sound and forgot Alwa's condition.

But right before the pillar of the living room, Hanifah stopped her steps and pretended to look jutek. He almost forgot that yesterday was crashing with Galuh.

Throughout the day until the cafe closes, Hanifah is silent because of Indra's thought about Galuh and Susan's past relationship.

Actually, it has nothing to do with Hanifa. And he shouldn't be surprised. It was even strange that Susan never touched Galuh at all considering the character of the woman was so bad.

However, it feels upset when you know, for some reason.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mbak," Galuh with his fresh face and distinctive gentle smile immediately attacked Hanifah in a row until the woman narrowed her glare eyes.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Sister Susan has not come home, again hanimun same Mas David. Next year's home next time" grumbled Hanifah.

Galuh raised his eyebrows. "This time I'm not looking for Miss Susan,"

"Then anyway? Usually sticky as a magnet," Hanifah was still grumbling. "Who are you looking for?" he still responded to Galuh with a sniff.

"You look for you, Ma'am,"

"Why? Did I make a mistake yesterday?" ask Hanifah.

Galuh sighed. "That's my question," he sighed.

Hanifah threw her tiny body over the living room sofa while snorting. "Thank you, the overtime bonus is big" said Hanifah still with a jutek face.

Galuh sat beside Hanifah while looking at the woman attentively. "Yesterday you've worked hard, that's nothing compared to your efforts to succeed the event,"

"Hem, Jazakallah Khairan,"

"Aamiin, you're welcome,"

Then silence.

Hanifah who supported her chin while throwing her face, and Galuh who stared at the behavior of Hanifah with patience.

And Mr. Ridwan came to break the silence.

"Excuse me Ms. Hanifah" said Mr. Ridwan.

"Yes sir?"

"It's a package,"

Mr. Ridwan put a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on the coffee table in front of Hanifah and Galuh. "For whom, sir?" ask Hanifah.

"For Ms. Hanifah, who delivered a courier from the flower shop earlier, he said from Mr. Indra Yasa,"

"Yodhayasa Hydra?!" asked Galuh while frowning.

"Ah, yes Mas, that's his name!" said Mr. Ridwan.

Galuh immediately silent a thousand languages and stared at the bouquet of flowers cynically. While Hanifah breathed in the fragrance of the white rose.

The box that accompanied the bouquet of flowers contained a chocolate that seemed to be very luxurious from the packaging. There is a halal logo from Dubai listed on the label.

"God willing!" sahut Hanifah was amazed as she grabbed a greeting card stuck in a chocolate box.

An angel without wings.

"Wooh! So romantic!" sahut Hanifah with a cheerful smile. Then the woman reflexively glanced at Galuh.

The current one also turned out to be glancing at him grimly.

"Like this, Ma'am?" hiss the man while scowling. His tone is so cynical.

"I just got flowers this time! What does it mean, Mas?"

"Usually when men send flowers and chocolates, it means there is an intent to take heart" Hanifa said.

"Hem," murmured Galuh. "Waste of money, just make a creature that should live to die in vain, but this is beautiful," murmured Galuh.

Hanifah squinted her eyes at Galuh. "Mas Galuh sounds really cynical, or am I hearing wrong?"

"Are you related to Indra?" galuh asked.

"What do you have to do with Susan?" Hanifah asked back.

Galuh sneered, "The past is not to be discussed,"

"No boy? Having sex with the most beautiful woman in Mas David's life?!"

Galuh frowned in offense, "What does the question mean? I told you it was the past! I don't feel the same way, Susan!"

"It turns out that your fellow citizens have committed adultery too. Uh! Disappointed with me" said Hanifah.

"Ohya? The person who is your husband and who sends you flowers is the same, too,"

"Well, why talk about disgrace? That's their business. Don't distract me!"

"Why get angry first because of someone's past? I've not played that way, how is that so indigent?!"

"Well why get angry too when I get sent flowers?! It just ruins my mood!"

Then silence.

Each one of them only heard an excited breath, holding back anger.

"I can love more expensive and more meaningful than a useless bouquet of flowers" Galuh sighed.

"Yes there love the ex,"

"The bouquet is better for me, I want to sow in the grave of his mother children. I'll give it in exchange,"

Hanifah was silent again. Ex ... What Hanifa means is Susan. He forgets that there are Vini and Vici's mothers in Galuh's life.

"Divided into two only the bouquet, I want to sprinkle it on top of my ex's grave as well" hissed Hanifa. He was referring to Suleyman.

Instantly he realized that his fate and Galuh were the same.

"Here, Mas," Hanifah gave her box of chocolates to Galuh. "Give this to Vini and Vici. They'd love it,"

"It's yours,"

"Yes, because it's mine, so it's up to me to take it,"

"Oh," murmured Galuh while receiving the box of chocolates. "Laluuu .. "the man took a deep breath. "On my past relationship with Miss Susan, it was forgotten. And I regret that," sighed Galuh. "We therefore agreed not to bring it up again, including hiding it from Mr. David. I hope Ms. Hanifah understands our position,"

Hanifah looked at him cynically, then snorted bitterly. "I'm a little sensitive about Susan's problem,"

"Yes, I understand,"

"I'm sorry to hear anything related to him, anyway,"

"Yes, Ma'am,"

"After all of the many men, why do you have to be Galuh, anyway?!"

"I also want to ask the same thing with Indra, her favorite type of woman far from the style of Mbak Hani,"

"Maybe he would repent?"

"I am somewhat sensitive to hearing anything related to the Indra, anyway,"

"Don't imitate my words" grumbled Hanifah. "What happened to Mr Indra?! You guys seem pretty familiar,"

"Actually only known when solving the Amethys Corp liquidation case, somehow immediately connected to hanging out," murmured Galuh. "He is the owner of PT. Mangkubarata Nagarawan,"

"Huh?! Who has a cable TV provider? Who has PH too, right?! His movies are all box office loh Mas!"

"Ck!" decak Galuh was not happy. "Bodo very,"

"Wow, he's a great guy! But his nature mingles once huh! Supel!" Hanifah.

"Like that guy, huh? I don't have a chance to be a husband, dong?"

Hanifah.

"What Mas?" tanyanya asked for repetition.

Galuh smiled faintly. "Let's go to the cafe together, yes, I want to buy another gift in exchange for this unusual bouquet,"

"But I prefer men who are attentive and full of surprises. Instead of giving me a reward for being motivated by someone else,"

And,

The cup!

A kiss landed on Hanifah's cheek.

"Where? Is that surprising enough?" asked Galuh while grinning ignorantly.

Hanifah just looked at him takjud. His tongue was immediately confused.

"Other times, if there is a gift from Indra, please tell me," Galuh stroked Hanifah's cheek gently. "At least, think of my feelings as well,"

Hanifah was only able to widen her eyes. All this is too sudden! It was like lightning striking on a clear day.

Since when did all this start?! Why is it now all like connecting in one time?!

Until a while Hanifah was still unable to move her body because it was too shocked.