The Secret Wedding's
L I M A B E L A S
"hello? How, sir, is there any evidence or not?" Azzar asked the person behind the phone.
"..."
"Suckers! Quickly find that evidence! I'll get anyone who dares to play with my rotting family to jail!"
"..."
"I'll give you two days!"
Tut
The phone connection was cut off, Azzar ruffled his hair in frustration. When he came to the branch office this afternoon and checked all the reports, it turned out that someone dared to embezzle company funds.
Azzar learned of this after rechecking the financial statements. He thought Sunday would be able to relax in the villa, but in fact he was wrong.
Azzar took his cell phone which he had thrown into the bed. Then call his father.
"Assalamualaikum Az, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Ask Dimas across there.
"Azzar is likely to be a little long here well, tomorrow afternoon can you tell the driver to pick up Mitha and Clara?"
"Why indeed? Is there a problem in the office? Or in the villa?"
"There are problems in the office, there are people who dare to embezzle company funds, Azzar is not sure if only one person. Hence, Az will investigate first."
"Well, tomorrow I'll ask Mr. Asep to pick them up."
Azzar turned off the phone, actually he felt very frustrated that the branch office problem was quite draining his emotions even with Clara and Mitha who always had a fight.
With a chaotic feeling Azzar laid his body in bed, right next to Mitha. Drowsiness began to hit, slowly his eagle eyes closed.
****
Although it is Sunday, it does not make Azzar relax. Last night he slept too well due to fatigue as a result of which he woke up late.
Mitha was no longer in her place, I don't know where her little girl went. Azzar walked straight to the bathroom, not just washing his face and brushing his teeth.
"Bi, make Az coffee!" Azzar half-shouts as he passes through the kitchen. He took his laptop to the front porch.
"Yes den!" Reply Bi Eha also half shouted.
The cool air plus the beautiful tea garden scenery makes the mind calm.
He turned on his laptop and started working on the chaotic financial statements.
"Special coffee for special people." A soft voice greeted Azzar's ear. Clara was standing behind him with a cup of coffee and a plate of fried bananas.
"Thank you." Azzar commented a sweet smile.
Clara sat down, she also enjoyed the view.
"Based on your wife, Az, morning instead of serving the husband and even running around." Clara started the conversation.
Azzar silently did not respond, for him at this time the report he was working on was more important than the ramblings of Clara.
"Az, are you horrified?!" Clara was upset that her words were not getting a response.
"Please Ra, don't bother me. This report is enough to make me dizzy to be added to your babble!" reply Azzar a little rough.
"So you think I'm a bully?!" Screeched Clara.
"It's not so Ra I-"
"You evil Az, you don't love me anymore? that must be the kid's garage, right?!" Clara did not want to hear Azzar's explanation, she said softly and then left Azzar with sobs.
Azzar was getting dizzy, the man rubbed his face violently then followed Clara who entered the Villa.
The sound of sobbing was heard, making Azzar feel guilty for making people who had painted beautiful stories in his past.
slowly but surely, he approached the source of the sound.
"You're evil!" clara's Picnic interrupted her sobbing.
"Yes yes, I am evil. I'm sorry, yeah..." Azzar again pleaded. He held Clara's hand tightly.
"you don't love me anymore, do you? hiks have you Az. Far away I'm from Germany to Indonesia just for you, but you're like me." Clara blabbed, her sobs sounding increasingly becoming.
Azzar could not hear Clara's cry. She was confused as to what to do for Clara to stop crying.
"I love you Ra, from the beginning until now still your name is here." Azzar pointed at his chest. "Don't cry anymore, I can't watch you cry. Tell me, what do I have to do so you don't cry anymore."
Hearing Azzar's words, Clara stopped her crying. He looked at Azzar with a difficult look.
"What will you do for me?" Clara wiped away the trail of tears on her cheeks.
"As long as you stop crying and I'm sorry, I'll do anything for you." Azzar convinced Clara.
"Pertain your restive wife. Hate me so much as him, he can take you away from me. If you look at his face, I want to be mocked! Huh." Clara's lips pucker. His hands folded on the chest.
Azzar was confused, what steps he should take. He couldn't divorce Mitha for no apparent reason. But if he does not comply with Clara's request, the woman will continue to lash out at him.
Azzar breathed heavily. "I'm sorry Ra, I can't divorce her."
"Why can't it?! Or don't don't you feel the same way about him!" Clara screams. He could not accept that Azzar had put his taste in a girl like Mitha.
"no! I don't feel the same way Mitha. I can't divorce her because Father and Mother, they must be vehemently opposed. Because they're the ones who betrothed me to Mitha." Azzar explained slowly, he did not want Clara to be more emotionally ignited.
"This is already the modern age of Az, not the Siti Nurbaya zam. Norak your parents play matchmaking."
"But you take it easy, I'm the same Mitha made a deal. We can keep in touch like we used to, he won't bother." Azzar remembered his agreement with Mitha before marriage, that both parties were free to establish a relationship with their respective lovers without anyone interrupting or objecting.
"But still, I don't like you deket with him!" Clara still objected to Azzar's proposal, not knowing what made Clara hate Mitha, when they just met. Or because his girlfriend was married to that girl?
"Here you go, just ignore him. Just leave him with his world, he won't bother you if you don't bother him first."
The way Azzar calmed Clara was successful, now the woman nodded weakly even though her lips were still pursed in anger.
Azzar invites Clara to breakfast, they both enjoy the meal with laughter. It seems that Azzar enjoyed the moment, remembering the memories of those who were almost married but failed because Clara had an accident.
****
"Sorry sir, we didn't steal.they said that this mango tree has no owner, so anyone is free to take the fruit." Mitha said politely. But the bloated stomach man was still angry.
"Yet again! after stealing the cassava Mang Edo is now stealing my mangosteen! is this how your parents taught you?! small is a thief, big is what? criminal?!" The bloated stomach man just kept getting out the harsh word. It doesn't matter if the opponent is a child.
Mitha looked at the two boys questioningly, while those who were stared down looked down in fear.
Mitha squatted down to hear the explanation of the two boys. He asked in a soft voice so as to make the two boys speak honestly despite the fear.
"Hiks, forgive us brother. We had to steal. We're starving, brother, since mom's sick no one works for money. To buy mother's medicine we don't have money, hiks hyks." The girl was crying, while her brother was scared.
"Mom never taught us to steal, said mother would rather die of hunger than eat the loot. But we can't go hungry like a big sister, hiks." Her brother also opened his voice.
Mitha heard the explanation of the two boys feeling pity, then she hugged the two boys.
"God! come back my mango fast!" the man shouted, taking one step forward to grab the mango in the hands of the two boys.
"let me buy the mangoes!" Mitha took out her purse from her pants pocket and pulled out two pieces of red-colored money then handed it to the bloated man.
The man received the money from Mitha with a sumringah smile. He threw the money in front of his own face.
"This time you're lucky that someone helped. Try it if not, huh you guys are done. Next time I know you're stealing again, I won't spare you!" then he sniped the man, and then left.
"I'm sorry, brother." said the two boys in unison with a raucous voice.
"Next time don't repeat it again." Mitha hugged the two boys again so they could calm down and not feel afraid.
"Now, can you take your brother home? I want to see your mother's condition." Mitha looked at the two boys one by one, then they both nodded.
seriate.....