THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
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In the space of a cell (thirty-five days) two of Richard's ribs were declared fully recovered.

While the wound on his outer body is no longer there is no trace because Nawang diligently smeared the cream of his in-laws recommendation.

"Where are we, Mas?" nawang asked hesitantly after they came from the hospital for the final control of Richard's rib condition.

Nawang this year the road that leads to the factory where his work used to be.

"Gajakin you to KAYUKU. Your friends" replied Richard with a smile.

Nawang smiled happily.

They hadn't seen each other for two months, but indeed Nawang still often misses the atmosphere of work that is sometimes full of drama when faced with the problem of containers who have to leave when there are still items that are not ready to enter the container.

He as the head of logistics sometimes have to play the brain.

Nawang sees a digital clock on the dashboard of the car. Eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'm going to take Sasi out to eat can't I, Mas?" ask Nawang.

"Kok is just Sasi who was invited? I wasn't invited?" asked Richard enviously.

"Your train needs to be the same Mr. Sapto" said Nawang laughing shyly.

"Just want to see Sapto for a second. Take all your lunch, will you?" haggard Richard then.

"Can! I'm even grinning." said Nawang happily.

Richard smiled.

"Aren't you at work? I mean." asked Richard.

Nawang. Confused how to say.

Sometimes he misses the excitement of working with friends. Longing to feel very dynamic and sometimes rattling emotions.

But she thought the feeling of longing was probably one of the feelings she had to go through in order to habituate herself from the routine of the work atmosphere that she had been through for years before deciding to resign in order to respect her husband's wishes.

"More to miss routine. It's different orientation according to me." replied Nawang later.

"meaning?"

"It used to be work because of the demands of life. Compulsory. Orientation work is money. If now, like work is for me more to existence. Proof to yourself that you can still be productive as a person. It's a different purpose. Not money anymore. The feeling of the fall is also different." replied Nawang.

Richard smiled in his heart.

He notices Nawang saying that it is no longer money orientation.

Is that to be interpreted Nawang really feel enough with the living he receives?

"Can I mean you don't feel the need to earn money?" Richard Fishing.

"Finding money to meet the needs of life, I think it is not necessary because my handsome husband is already very sufficient household needs and personal needs. Moreover, the fortune of the married person is guaranteed to be the same God as long as both parties are happy with each other. I've felt enough with the living you give me. May you always sincerely support this unemployment forever" said Nawang as he leaned his spoiled face on Richard's smiling happy arm.

Gently stroked his head in that dark blue hijab.

"Thank you for feeling enough for the living I gave you. Pray that I will always be healthy and smooth looking for a fortune, dear." said Richard moved.

"For sure." answered Nawang quickly.

"I'm not going to forbid you from making money. But on condition of not being able to rule out me and the kids. You still have to show your existence as a person. You have the potential to appreciate being grateful to God" Richard said.

"Thank you, Mas Gantengku." said Nawang happily.

"Masama, my sweetness." replied Richard, laughing softly.

"Please stop for a while at the front bikagor, Mas." pinta Nawang because it happens the speed of the car is quite slow because the car snaking.

Without answering, Richard complied with his wife's request.

"Would you like it, Mom?" ask Nawang before going down.

"No." replied Richard, shaking his head

Nawang went down and bought four plastic batagor also bought one medium-sized fried cracker that sold next to a batagor seller.

"Momorrow, Mum?" asked Richard laughing looking at the Innate Nawang.

"Features legend stomach growers of children. It used to cost two thousand dollars to buy fried gini, Boss. Trus will be eaten by rame-rame." Nawang's story recalls the past.

Ah, she misses that part.

"really so? Two thousand silver bills?" asked Richard in surprise.

"Really! In fact, I used to sell coffee sachet with thousand bread also for children to produce. L-Laris, Mas. A day can profit ten thousand. But then I stopped." said Nawang rather sadly.

"Why? On debt not pay?" guess Richard nudu.

"nothave. How dare anyone be so brave as I am." sergeant Nawang.

"That's it" Nawang said with a laugh.

"Trus why stop selling?" asked Richard curiously.

"There are production people who sell too" replied Nawang.

"You don't sell both. Business is ordinary." said Richard.

"If I keep selling, he's doing it a little, pity. She has two children and has parents too. I can't be a rival to him. Not as difficult as it is." said Nawang with a bitter smile.

Richard could not comment. He just grabbed Nawang's hand and then kissed him.

"Mas, look at the same children on the side." whispered Nawang shyly as he pulled his hand from Richard's grasp.

They were stopping at the traffic light and from now on Nawang did open half the car glass and asked Richard to turn off the AC.

Richard looked at the two twenty-somethings who were smiling at him.

"Yes intention?" richard asked deliberately to tease the two men, who were in reply to laughter and two-handed pokes placed in front of their foreheads as a sign of respect and surrender.

Nawang patted Richard's arm.

Basic rancid!

"I know how they're feeling" Richard said as he drove back to his car.

"Have you ever felt like a friendly person with his partner?" ask Nawang.

"Banget! Not just sad, but more sad. Thinking I wouldn't be able to enjoy such a wonderful moment" Richard said with a bitter smile.

"If you are sad, what do you do?" ask Nawang curious.

"Your target. When I feel alone, down, insecure, I just want you. You love me in a different way. You're the one I've ever felt her sweet love for. I always want you even though we are in different parts of the world and do not know each other's news" said Richard while looking at Nawang softly.

Nawang.

Why is it the same as what I've been doing all this time?

"I love you, Mas." said Nawang as he hugged Richard's arm full of harrumph.

"I love you more, sweet heart." replied Richard no less moved.

"You're healthy, right?" nawang asked as she lifted her face from her husband's shoulder, looking at the handsome face that was smiling sweetly.

"That's fine. Why?" asked Richard curiously.

"Until we meet later tonight at the fight" Nawang said in a whisper that immediately made Richard laugh with glee.

"Ngundang?" asked Richard with a beaming face.

"But." answered Nawang quickly.

"Have your guests finished?" ask Richard.

"Udah from yesterday afternoon. I will pray from Semalem" said Nawang reminded.

"Woaaaaah. Until this morning. Yesss!!!" richard is excited.

Finally will break the fast of large.

"How many times do you want, Boss?" asked Nawang deliberately teasing.

"Waaaah, really loud. Make me impatient at ten o'clock at night" said Richard anxious.

Nawang just looked at her while smiling seductively.

"I want to get to morning" said Richard, getting excited.

Nawang just chuckled.

Just imagining it makes him creep disco.

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