THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
18

Richard thought of the terrible possibility that happened after the Star suddenly disconnected his phone.

Until midnight Richard was still cradling his cell phone.

He was eager to ask Nawang, but was afraid that he would even become misunderstood in the Nawang family.

"It's so annoying." Richard murmured to himself.

Why is he even worried about thinking about someone's wife?

But to not care if he can't either.

Especially after he heard the report about the life that Nawang lived all this time.

Yes, once he first met Nawang the other day, he immediately told his 'field person' to investigate Nawang's life in as much detail as possible.

From his confidant he knew where the address of Nawang's house, Nawang's husband named Wardani, his son named Bintang.

He also continued to investigate more deeply about the state of Nawang's economy which he clearly knew must be far below.

From the investigation he did, Nawang's husband was an ordinary factory employee, no part-time work whatsoever.

Even she already knew how much Nawang and her husband paid.

And the combined salaries of the two of them each month are definitely nothing compared to his income as a well-known property owner in the country.

Not to mention the income he got if he became an architect where the client who came to him would be very willing to pay expensive design drawings.

Not to mention the income he made from him playing stocks.

Why does seeing your life make me feel so guilty, Non?

Richard fell asleep at two in the morning, still with his cell phone in his hand.

********

Nawang entered his room lethargic this morning.

No matter what Nayla looked at him.

In addition to lack of sleep because last night the Star was a bit fussy, also because of his feelings of being hurt again.

And the cause of her heartache is still the same person, her husband.

"It's very lethargic, Ma'am. Why?" asked Nayla softly from her chair.

He knew Nawang would definitely answer just that.

And that certainly did not satisfy his heart.

"sleepy. Semalem Bintang was a bit fussy." replied Nawang as he raised his hands straight over his head and swayed his body that had been sitting sweetly on his throne.

"Pas sewn he's crying no, Ma'am?" ask Nayla curiously.

"No. He has never cried before. Crying is also rare from childhood. Yesterday the cry was ordinary." replied Nawang then yawned.

I think he today must be friends with coffee and medicine to catch a cold.

Nawang's gaze turned to his flaming phone.

He forgot not to turn on the volume of his phone.

A message appeared. From Richard.

Don't forget your bike will be taken. The workshop was just ngabarin when it was ready to be taken.

Nawang was shocked and astonished in his heart.

How could the workshop guy even take it to Richard?

How did it come to you, sir?

Richard chuckled softly.

Yesterday you were busy nyari ojol, so I gave my number to the workshop. Than late, right?

Nawang patted his forehead unconsciously.

"Why, Mommy?" asked Nayla who was shocked because Nawang was loud enough to pat her forehead until her voice was heard by Nayla.

"I almost forgot that later in the afternoon I have to take my bike in the workshop." replied Nawang with a face that was fitted straight.

Though his heart was still amazed when Richard gave his mobile number to the workshop.

Maybe true, yesterday he was too focused on his interests looking for a bulge.

Nawang then replied to Richard's chat.

Thanks though.

Not even his eyes moved from the phone screen, a message from Richard came in again.

Same-same.

And Nawang did not feel the need to extend the conversation anymore.

He put his phone down, then he chose to start checking the shopping notes he left behind under his computer keyboard.

*********

Nawang looked in disbelief at the motorbike which the workshop official said was the motor.

Once again he saw the license plate of the motor police.

It was true that the bike when viewed from the police number.

But why did the bike turn this good?

Why is it like a new look?

Nawang's heart began to gnaw.

His stomach feels squeezed because of anxiety.

Receiving a key thread from a workshop employee.

Observing the keychain. That was indeed the key that he remembered was his.

He slowly pushed the key into the keyhole, and entered it successfully.

He remembered clearly, this young man who yesterday received his leaky motorbike.

He is sure this is not enough a million, in body motor that was once shabby now looks all new.

How will he pay?

Nawang stared intently at the young officer who looked scared looking back at him.

"I was just told to change, ma'am." replied the young man timidly.

"Who asked?" asked Nawang in a slower tone of voice because he saw the young man was afraid of him.

"Mother's husband yesterday asked us to replace and repair everything we need to" said someone who approached Nawang after hearing Nawang speak a bit loudly earlier.

Nawang looked over with a confused look.

"Su...my husband?" ask Nawang confused.

It is not possible for her husband to crawl here in working hours, in the location of his workplace far from here.

"That picked you up yesterday, Ma'am. Yesterday he asked us to change everything." said the middle-aged man with a friendly face.

Nawang understood immediately.

Richard's behavior turned out.

He should be vigilant and should not forget his toughness.

Use ngaku-ngaku as her husband all over again.

"But my money is not enough to pay for all this, sir" said Nawang finally with a hearty face and a desperate voice.

"Had been paid just now with your husband, take it easy." chuckled the man.

Nawang smiled stiffly and breathed a sigh of relief, though in his heart he was deeply ashamed of Richard.

Surely the man was very sorry for her, and she did not like that.

Suddenly his phone rang.

From Richard.

"Udah, no need to protest." Richard's voice immediately stormed before Nawang opened his mouth.

"Ngapain also you pecked at the same workshop child. Kasian knows." still Richard nyerocos.

Nawang snorted annoyedly.

Why does that guy know that he scolded the workshop boy just now.

Nawang immediately acted alert.

Don't-don't let that guy be here.

Nawang circulated his gaze out of the workshop.

Squeezed his eyes as far as possible to detect Richard's whereabouts.

"Wait at four, darling." Richard's voice rang out while chuckling.

From Nawang's gestures, Richard knew that Nawang was detecting its presence.

Nawang turned around and saw Richard leisurely looking at him from the corner of the workshop room, near the cooler full of soft drinks.

Nawang snorted annoyedly.

He stomped his feet before hunting towards Richard who was sitting quietly waiting for him.

"Like the new bike?" asked Richard without caring about Nawang's emotional face.

The woman no longer knew what kind of anger to be angry at the handsome man in front of her.

At this time Nawang is very embarrassed and also very annoyed with Richard's mosque on his motorcycle.

Yes indeed, the motorbike is old and shabby.

And indeed Richard must be very able to overhaul the bike, even buy him a new bike.

But the man did not think how later he would have to answer her husband's question about where he got the money to upgrade his bike.

Can't he say that everything is financed by his boss or say that his ex-girlfriend is financing everything?

Richard's behavior will complicate his life which has indeed been difficult.

All the resentment that he could not possibly have poured out on Richard, was now represented by the tears that just flowed profusely on his cheeks.

Richard who was not expecting the reaction to Nawang's melow spontaneously stood up from his seat and rushed to hug Nawang because their behavior had been noticed by the workshop residents.

"Surprise him. So cry." said Richard while laughing shyly at the audience.

Nawang rushed to free himself from Richard's embrace, then wiped away his tears with a rude gesture.

"It sucks!" frangipani. His eyes flashed furiously looking at Richard.

The man is still chuckling.

"Basar crybaby" said Richard then turned Nawang's body and gently pushed his shoulder to step closer to his motorbike.

"You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Let's get you some food and get you back to work" Richard said.

"I'm going straight back to work. Thank you so much for all this. I'll give it back when I get paid" said Nawang flatly.

"Both together!" answer Richard quickly.

"What's over" asked Nawang puzzled.

"Return it.." replied Richard.

Nawang bowed lethargic.

If Richard wanted his money back right now, it was definitely impossible for him to fulfill.

Tuhaaaan, help me......

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