The Heart of Old Menjakaka
66. My position
The image turned and immediately his eyes sparkled when he saw he was Angga. "Opa Ganteng, is Opa here? Still sore?" The image stared at the middle-aged man's body, still in the same condition.
"No." Angga shook his head quickly. "Opa came because he wanted to see Opa's son, he had an accident."
"Oh, what a pity. Eemm .. Then I go first yes, Opa. I want to pray." The image felt his head was already somewhat better. He was slowly about to stand up, but his wrist was quickly grasped by Angga.
"Wait a minute Beautiful!" Angga reached into his pants pocket, then took the phone. "Opa wants your phone number dong, honey. Can't you?" tanyanya while giving the flat object into the hands of Citra.
"Father of age, why ask for a phone number?" the sneer of the man standing behind Angga. He was named Bejo, a 46-year-old man who became a security guard and his personal assistant.
"Shut up!" jolt Angga while raising his face, meloloti Bejo. Then after that she looked back at Citra and smiled sweetly. "It's Honey." He gave the phone again because it had not been received by Citra.
"Sorry, Opa. But I don't remember my phone number" Citra replied as she shook her head faintly.
"Where are you? Then Opa alone recorded the number in your hape."
"My father's assistant, Opa."
"Eemm is already. Just a minute." Angga put his phone on his thigh. Back he reached into the bag of pants but he took a brown leather wallet. He opened it and searched around for a business card, but unfortunately did not meet. "Bejo, where's my business card?" tanyakanya. Maybe according to Angga, he can give a business card that will definitely have a phone number. So that Citra can contact him.
"What name card? I don't have a business card."
"But, I have, I've made."
"That was when you were still working, right you are now unemployed, so do not make a business card again," Bejo replied as it is.
"Have you son if you speak. Who is unemployed? I work!" angga Emotion protest. But he just remembered that he did not have a business card anymore since retirement. "Now get me a paper and a pen!"
"For what?"
"Number log!" he's angry while melolot. "It's stupid of you to leave!" Angga shook his hand. And Bejo immediately ran looking for what the man wanted.
"What would you like to ask for my number?" ask Citra confused.
"Yes make news. Time to install the togel. Strangely you are." Angga chuckles.
Before long Bego came back, his breathing sounded stingy. Then Angga asked him to write his number on the paper and after that he gave it to Citra.
"Just you have to chat or call Opa, huh? Don't forget. Don't let Opa miss you, honey," he said, winking one of his eyes flirtatiously.
"Father what, anyway? Is old. Remember your wife, children, grandchildren, even you already have a great-grandchild!" reprimanded Bejo who somehow suddenly felt nauseous hearing what Angga said just now.
"Don't listen to Bejo, he's a shingle. Opa is still a virgin, honey. It's just old." Angga chuckled and the same as Citra. He knew the old man was just joking.
"Yes, I'll call Opa later. Then I'll go first. Greetings to Opa's son, huh? May it heal soon." The image bends, then kisses the back of Angga's hand. The old man quickly stole the opportunity to kiss Citra's hair. "Bye!" The image waving hands, as well as Angga. Instantly, the cheeks that had been wrinkled suddenly blushed, also before long the sound of a heartbeat that was pounding.
"So bad father, anyway. His name stole the opportunity behind the narrowness!" exclaimed Bejo who knew the behavior of his boss earlier. He looks so upset.
"This is the only hair I smell. Not found, safe."
"But if Bu Sindi knows for sure she's angry, sir. And why do you ask for the number of Dedek Gemes? This man is old and wrinkled."
"Yes, I'm old and wrinkled. You keep talking!" Angga gritted his teeth, furious with Bejo's thin mouth. "I asked Steven for his number, let them meet."
"Said Mr Steven hard to approach women? Miss Fira she doesn't want to, does she?"
"Yes maybe he's looking for a cute one, Jo. Eeemm .. if Steven doesn't want to be okay, then Dedek for me."
"Don't you, it's good! My engine is still strong!" angga Protest.
"Strong what? Every Friday you ask me to buy gout medicine."
"That's because of my gout."
Bejo immediately shook his head, then pushed the wheelchair that Angga was sitting in.
"But you can't tell Sindi about that, huh? I don't want him to be jealous of suicide, Jo," Angga said.
"Yes, I'm not going to tell you. But I'm asking you to keep your mouth shut, sir. Just a pack of cigarettes."
"okay."
They arrived in front of the operating room. There was Sindi and Fira there, they were sitting next to each other. And he saw his wife crying.
"How's Steven doing, Ma?" ask Angga.
Sindi was a little surprised to see the arrival of her husband, even though she had told him so that he did not need to come along. Sindi wants Angga to rest to heal quickly.
"Why did you come here? Go home!" he said with a repulsive tone.
"So, asked really-not even ngusir. Papa wants to see Steven's condition."
"Steven's fine, Papa's there coming home!" Sindi stared at Bejo sharply. "Take this Old Grandpa away, Jo! Hurry along!" the strangler who had somehow suddenly got emotional.
Bejo nodded, quickly turning the wheelchair around and pushing Angga away.
"Superficial, want to see the condition of the child himself but instead expelled," grumbled Angga annoyed.
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After completing his prayer, Citra returned to the operating room. But still in a considerable distance his steps suddenly stopped when he saw Sindi and Fira there.
He wondered to himself who they were? Sindi's face could not be seen because she sat back to her. Fira's face was clearly visible to him.
"Who are they? Why cry in front of Om Ganteng's operating room?" muttered Citra with a frowning.
"Auntie ... Auntie don't cry. Mr. Steven will be fine" said Fira, stroking Sindi's back, trying to calm her down. The middle-aged woman had been incessantly crying and hugging her body ever since.
"How can aunty not cry, Fir? You'll hear for yourself what the doctor said. Steven's critical!" Sindi immediately burst into tears and wiped the tears on her cheeks. "Auntie's afraid she's dead, Fir. Aunty does not want, Aunt wants him to live a long life and marry you. Aunty wants to have grandchildren from you," he added, sobbing in tears.
Degh's!
The words that Sindi threw out instantly made Citra's chest throbbing pain. So piercing that it feels tight.
The pain was not only because of hearing Steven critically, but hearing Sindi who said Steven was married and wanted to have a daughter who was next to him now. So, where is the current position of the image?
'Are they Safira and Mama Sindi?' inner Image. Slowly her tears rolled down her cheeks. She was crying without a sound. 'So ... Mama Sindi wants Safira to be his wife Om Ganteng? Is it possible that is also the reason Om Ganteng is not ready to introduce me to him? Because there is a perfect Sapphira. And that means my position is not needed here at all?'
...Don't ask me too many questions, Cit. Sana samperin used to keep acquaintances 😠by talking you're his daughter-in-law, how come I join kesel😩...