The Steel-Cared Rose
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Sinta's increasingly swollen stomach. It often makes him feel exhausted. His breath was often stingy.
“You better rest.”
“Can't I have an important meeting. Flea market opening plan, culinary hawker center and clean traditional market closer.”
“See your condition. Don't be stubborn. I don't want anything to happen to you.”
“I can't. Although very wanted. Not to mention the funding of forestization grants must be monitored. Deforestation is very worrying and action should be taken immediately.”
“Can your job not be replaced by your assistant?”
“I don't feel in an emergency.”
“No emergency how? Look at your situation. You're like a bus full, tilted almost upside down.”
“Not yet environmentally friendly industrial area projects, apartments and offices.”
“I don't need to know your work agenda. It's making me more stressed. When did you start your leave?”
“Same as others after giving birth. Three months.”
“What?”
“Why can you only sue and never want to know the consequences?”
“I can't possibly ask you to stop. How about the continuity of my family business.”
“I don't have to listen to this.” Sinta massaged her forehead.
“I'm just asking you not to get too tired and delegate your duties to your assistant.”
“You want me to go to jail again?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don't know anyone who will try to make a mess.”
“But for what?”
“We never know the mind of everyone. How can you please everyone? There will always be those who are dissatisfied or feel disadvantaged.”
“I don't see anything wrong with your program. You're advancing your society. Developing their business, accommodation, environment and income.Treating and managing their health and education issues well. Your poverty alleviation program is running effectively. Their economic level is good. Make them hosts in their own regions and countries. Restore their self-esteem. Your programs are mutually sustainable and supportive. You don't even mind those who can't afford rent or don't have capital as long as they're willing to put in the effort. Your preferences are clear and do not collide with each other.”
“You don't understand politics.”
“Indeed.”
“So anyone feels disadvantaged no matter how good a work program you create. There will always be objections especially if their interests are disturbed. And always someone wants to take a chance in murky water.”
“You don't trust your own assistant.”
“You don't understand politics. You never know who will stab you. It could be someone you trust a lot. Is a person who can betray you at any time.”
“Then do you have an assistant if you don't trust him?”
“I only believe two things. God and my own shadow. I can't do everything myself. So inevitably I need assistant.”
Dean hugged Sinta tightly.
“I'm sorry. You must be in a very heavy and stressful situation.”
“You want to forgive me and Dylan. I've been so grateful.”
“I forgive you both. Moreover, Dylan admitted that he loved Nurmala. Makes me trust him even more.”
“I love Dylan. Because only he trusts you and defends me without hesitation.”
“I don't understand law And politics. I'm not letting you be alone. I think everything can still be controlled. I'm a jerk. Betraying you and not protecting you. I'm gonna make you stop loving Dylan and come back to me completely. Without pause and doubt.”
“You can understand. I've been so grateful.”
“I don't want to play be a saint. I betrayed you. You keep taking me back. Then why should I act like a man who has never been guilty and inflicted a wound on you? We’re get even.”
Sinta recalls the pain. With a panicked and anxious face Dean held onto Sinta, “You're okay right? Don't scare me.”
“They kicked me. They think they're on the football field playing football.”
“Stadion. They are like being mediated by a referee and wrongly get a red or yellow card.”
“Maybe baby blue for men and soft pink for women.”
“Yes you're right.”
“Maybe it's not a field or a stadium but they're putting on my stomach like a playroom. They were having a big fight because they could not agree whether they would choose baby blue or soft pink. And you can imagine what it's like?”
“Maybe they're fighting in your stomach.”
“Yeah.” Sahut Sinta laughed then grimaced again.
“They are getting bigger and active.”
“Yeah.”
In the midst of her growing pregnancy. Sinta is getting busy. Not only his work but his foundation.
Engaged in education, day care and health. Providing free and paid services.
Those who get financing support from foundations, foster parents or donors or assistance from the government. Will get free service.
Haven't backed up Dean's business and family business.
“I thought you were overload.”
“What are my options?”
“Slow down.”
“You know we crossed the road. Often you can't choose. When you climb up, you have to climb. If it goes down you can run.”
“I'm worried about your situation?”
“All can arrange well. Most importantly there is no komplen precisely the support comes.”
“You can manage all the funds entrusted to you well.”
“Although I do have to select people who can work with me.”
“Yeah, you learned from your bitter experience.”
“Yeah. You know how rough and chaotic the situation was at that time.”
“I don't know anything. I leave it all to Dylan. I trust you both so much. He is like my own brother. I trust his competence very much. I thought he could save you.”
“Indeed you can but you'll know the politicians and businessmen who cross with me screwed things up. Circumstances turn. At that time Dylan decided to run away I was almost crazy was under heavy pressure.”
“No need to continue again. Just makes me hurt. You don't know how I mourn your grave. Crying death. Dylan did not say a word. Act like you don't know you're alive. Even marry you.”
“Me and Dylan don't mean to go back to Indonesia. You know life in Switzerland is very quiet. Healed me of everything. If only we had met accidentally. Maybe we won't meet forever.”
“Are you guys that happy?” Dean said with a sad face.
“Dylan's good dad's husband is also very romantic and understanding.”
“She is also very protective of you and your children.”
“But now he likes Haliza. I'm happy for him.” Sinta is lying.
“Really?”
“Is it fair she raised children on her own unaccompanied. And I am happy with you. Have Emier the twins who are in my womb.”
Dean stroked Sinta's hair affectionately.
“Yes, you're right. It's not fair to see him taking care of his kids. He also needs a companion. We're gonna help him get Haliza. How?”