The Perfectionist 2: Aerospace
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A week later Tia was allowed to go home because it was declared to have improved. He was only asked for stitch wound control.

With a face of sumringah, Tia cleaned up all her needs in the hospital assisted by Hendra, her brother.

Igan also came to pick up the lover and his brother came home.

"Thank you, Mas Igan already bothered to pick us up and take us home" said Tia full of admiration for the lover.

"Not bother, anyways this is an office break. Now you rest, baby, do not be tired first even though the seams are dry." said Igan with a friendly.

Tia furrowed her brows, "Darling? I became awkward Mas called 'Darling'." said Tia blushed.

"Why? Are we going to be? Is it natural that I call you that?" Igan looked at Tia's face with a clingy make Tia blush more embarrassed.

"Yes, it's up to Mas aja." said Tia with a terkulum smile.

"Oh yeah, we eat yuk? Where's Hendra?" bring Igan.

"Sir Hendra's in the room again, sorted out."

"You call Mas Hendra yes, I'll take some food first."

"Take where, Mas? Is Mas Igan ready?"

"It's not just pesen, I've brought it even in the car. I bought lunch before I went to the hospital. You guys haven't eaten, have you?"

Tia nodded, she felt completely in love with the lover because not only was she beautiful, but Igan was a very considerate figure.

"I'll call Hendra first huh, Mas?"

"Yes, honey."

Tia smiled when she heard Igan keep calling her 'Darling', her heart was very flowery.

The three of them had lunch together. There is no more awkwardness between them, it has melted like family.

"Oh yes, when do you want to file a report with the police for Ilona?" Igan asked on the sidelines of their lunch.

Hendra paused for a moment, "Let's go Mas, as long as he doesn't act again I don't think we need to report to the police." he said.

Igan and Tia stopped chewing, they looked at each other.

"But it's not better that we just report so he doesn't do anything anymore?" advice Igan.

"Yes Kak, let alone his words at that time clearly threatened me." added Tia.

Hendra was stunned for a moment, "Yes, later if you have time and you are also really healthy, we make a report. Now focus on recovering your wounds. Three more days you still have to control." he said, wisely.

Tia mangosteen, they resumed lunch until it ran out.

*

Early in the morning Igan's phone rang while Igan was folding his alphabet after dawn prayers.

Igan took his phone off the table, his mouth muttering to the name of the manager.

"Yes Bro, why did I call in the morning?" greet Igan while receiving a phone call from Jio.

"Bro, there's a record producer who wants to recruit you on the label."

"Who?"

"Bang Ical's. He's got some of his own songs that he says match the color of your voice, so he took it to me."

"Cool girl!! Bang Ical now has a label too??"

"His recording company Om Bono was auctioned because his wife had a stroke thinking of her imprisoned husband. Finally bought the same Bang Ical."

Igan speechless. There was a sense of pity that slipped in his heart, imagining how Om Bono's family was doing.

"Bro, am I still afraid?"

"Yes-yes. When will I meet Bang Ical?"

"Accurately. You want another tape?"

"Well, that's my passion. Moreover, Bang Ical is a cold-handed song writer, I am sure the song is good. Gini, will I be back in the office later this afternoon?"

"Lu still working?"

"Still .. I'm an employee."

"How about the time if you still work too?"

"Think about it later Bro. I'll have the same meeting."

"Oh, yeah that's it. I'm waiting for news from you, right? I will give an answer first to Bang Ical by phone."

"Berez! Thank you, Bro!"

"Yoi, you're welcome."

The phone call ended, Igan sat on the edge of his bed. Suddenly, the intention was to visit Om Bono's wife as a form of moral support.

He rushed to take a shower and prepared to go to Om Bono's house before leaving for the office.

"Well, Bun, Igan want to go to Om Bono's house before going to the office" said Igan while applying peanut butter to two pieces of bread.

"Who, what do you want to do, son?" ask the Moon, wonder.

"Say Jio, his wife Om Bono suffered a stroke because of thinking Om Bono was imprisoned, Bun. That's why Igan want nengokin, kasian."

"Who are you going there with?" ask Stars.

"On your own, Dad. Before you go to the office, just for a second."

"But you have to be careful, son. Fearful that Bono's wife is angry or even rampaging to you because her husband is in prison." message Moon.

"What kind of stroke people have, Bun? Hehe ... Take it easy Bun, Igan be careful." said Igan, relaxed then began to eat the bread.

The stars and the moon shook their heads to hear the son's answer.

After driving for some time, Igan finally arrived in front of Om Bono's house. He parked his motorbike and pressed the doorbell.

Shortly after, the door opened. Looking at a middle-aged woman standing in the doorway, she looked at Igan who was wearing glasses and in a hat with a look of wonder.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?" ask the woman who turns out to be an ART in the house.

"Sorry, is Ratih ma'am there, ma'am?" ask Igan, politely.

"Oh, Mrs Ratih is there. But it's sick, Mom."

"Yes, I heard it too. That's why I came here to see."

"Oh so ... But sorry, who is it? Let me tell you to Mom."

"Dirgantara." said Igan briefly with a thin smile.

"Well, then please come in and sit down first, Mas. I'll call Mrs Ratih first."

Igan nodded and smiled kindly, he entered and sat on the sofa of the living room of the house.

About fifteen minutes of waiting, finally ART came again while pushing a wheelchair where Ratih, wife of Om Bono was sitting weak.

Surprised to see the condition of Ratih is quite alarming, he immediately rose from his seat and approached Ratih to experience it.

"How are you, Auntie?" greet Igan while crouching in front of Ratih.

Ratih looked at Igan's face, his face looked astonished.

"You ... ssss-who?" ratih's voice sounded less clear because of stuttering, coupled with the condition of his mouth that is slightly tilted due to stroke.

Igan opened his glasses and hat, then smilingly looked at Ratih.

"I'm Aerospace, Tan. You remember me, right?"

Long enough Ratih noticed Igan, then his eyes began to glaze over and drain tears.

"I'm sorry, just know the condition of Aunt like this" said Igan.

Train more and more so that Igan and her ART must continue to try to calm her down.

Outside, there was a roar of cars approaching and stopping right in the courtyard of the house.

"A patient aunt, huh? I also actually do not want the situation to be like this, but .. I hope all can take the wisdom of this incident. And ... here I have a little windfall for Auntie, hopefully can help the treatment of Auntie huh?" said Igan while thrusting a brown envelope with a thick-looking content.

Ratih tried to hold Igan's hand, his crying still sounded bitter. Igan also grabbed Ratih's hands that looked pale and thin.

"What's this??" shouted someone who had just entered the house with a loud voice and sounded rude.

Igan turned to the source of the voice, his eyes rounded when he saw Ilona already standing behind him. Igan immediately got up and stood looking at Ilona.

"Why are you here? Wanna take care of Aunt Ratih's condition, huh??" hardik Ilona's.

Ratih was flabbergasted at the rude attitude of his nephew, but he could do nothing.

"So your mouth, Lon! I'm here to see your aunt." said Igan, firmly.

"Congratulations?? What do you want to do with everything?? Are you the one who made the condition so this way, you want to try to find public sympathy how??"

"Whatever you say, Lon!"

Igan turned back to face Ratih to say goodbye.

"I'm saying yes, Tan? May aunty be healthy again." pampit Igan with reverence.

Ratih could only nod slowly and say thank you softly.

Igan passed by without caring for Ilona who was still standing and looked at her with nanar. When she was in the doorway, Ilona called out to her.

"Wait!" exclaiming Ilona then stepped closer to Ratih and violently picked up the brown envelope that was on Ratih's lap.

Ratih stammered, he seemed to be trying to prevent Ilona but trouble.

"What is this??" hardik Ilona while lifting the envelope high and stared intently at Igan.

Reluctant, he looked furious in the face of Ilona's very arrogant attitude.

"That's for Aunt Ratih, maybe it can't help much but at least, it can lighten the load a little." said Igan trying to stay calm.

"Lo think my aunt needs some money, huh?? Take back your money!!" exclaims Ilona while throwing the brown envelope towards Igan.

"Astagfirullah ..." murmured Igan held back the anger.

"Take back your money, I can take care of my aunt without anyone's help, including lo!" Ilona brags again with a loud voice.

"Lon ... ja-don't be-gi-tu ..." said Ratih with great difficulty.

"Tante don't be cheap dong! Pake nerima help from people who have made Auntie's life equally concerned like this!" snarled Ilona while staring at her tant with nanar.

Ratih couldn't say much, he just cried as much. His heart grew bitter and bitter to find the attitude of his nephew who was very outrageous to Igan, who had sincerely visited and gave him help.

"Gue do not want to take the money again, kalopun do not want to be used for Aunt Ratih is up to you! Love it to orphans or homeless people, if you really feel no need. Excuse me." Igan went out and climbed onto the back of his motorbike.

Ilona laughed at him with a sneering tone until she came out and saw Igan who was turning on his motorbike.

"So gini now lo condition, riding a doang motorbike?? Where's your usual dipake car?? It's poor to doubt!!" cibir Ilona with a cynical smile.

Igan just turned his head and looked at Ilona sharply, but he did not want to chim in with the talk that would only ruin his mood.

Igan passed with his motorbike to go to the office, while Ilona went back in and glanced at the envelope she had thrown on the floor.

"Bi, get that envelope! Great cooking today!" tell Ilona while walking into her tant house.

Ratih looked down and his tears were endlessly flowing.

You should thank me, Lona ... He still wants to be kind to visit aunty and love help. May you quickly realize and not to fall like your om. Inner Ratih hold the pain of his heart.

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