The Value of Loyalty
Wrong Who

“Sssstttt hurts.” Linggar while pressing the middle upper abdomen right in the heart.

The more days his life pattern gets messy. Meet the last time rice

it was lunch with Rindi. For the rest just use instant noodles that he made in the office pantry.

Breakfast with bread he bought from a mini market near the office. Instant coffee sachet with flavor variants become friends during the day. Exactly become the most tormented complement of the stomach when it is empty.

There was always a reason when Mirza invited him to lunch.

Busy, became a potent word that he used on his co-worker.

Stay alone in front of the window until night, just because you don't want to meet your mother.

Not intend to improve the pattern of life when the effect has been felt. Even very painful until several times grimacing, whimpering in pain while alone. And resist all the flavors that exist, when meeting with others.

Rindi is still trying to find new income land. His intention to leave was only to wait for the contract

work is due.

Although his brain still had to think a hundred times, about where else he could wind up after here.

It is possible that after quitting this company, he will return to idle and that is not until when.

Remembering to find a job is one thing that is not easy for some people with mediocre brain power like himself.

There is nothing to be proud of from within. Always feel insecure with everything attached to it,

that's Rindi.

People who have below average self-confidence.

Kamil ran hastily into their devised chamber, breathing short.

You need mouth support to breathe to be stable. At least to say something.

"Rin, Rindi?" His voice still sounded dull.

"What the hell?" Ma'am Tia.

" Prince Linggar fainted, Rin." His words were slightly swift with breaths of breath, mixed with panic.

"Can't you?" Ma'am Tia.

While Rindi was only able to stand still in panic. "Where's Mil, where?" He said get ready to run.

"So in his room, now it's been cut down. Cepetan Riiiiiiiin!"

Quickly and nimbly Rindi ran after draping her original bag on the shoulder, should be immediately!

Hope to be able to accompany Linggar since in the march to the hospital.

But his steps stopped immediately before the body came out of the study.

Mother's shadow was standing in front and blocking her path.

"Sway from your child."

"Don't mind Linggar's situation, like when you don't care about the situation when you split up first."

That sentence was in his brain. Complete with a mother who stands with a hostile view.

Mother does not want herself to be around Linggar.

It was too shameless for Rindi to return to see Linggar after several attacks from the mother.

He and Mother may no longer be a match.

Turn back to walk to the desk.

"Why Rin?" Kamil and Tia who almost simultaneously saw the expression of his face that changed suddenly.

"I've done a lot of work." He said, back to save the bag and continue the work.

The other friends are only able to look at each other.

Kamil who shrugged while sneering while looking at Mbak Tia.

Hemmm, must be fighting again.

Maybe that's what their minds are like.

Rindi kept trying to concentrate on what was in front of her. Monitor screen and work files.

Although in his brain he kept thinking about Linggar.

How is Linggar currently?

And where Linggar is brought for treatment.

He even had to force himself to remain professional. Silent face without expression. He also ignored his friends who kept asking about his condition and the current state of Linggar.

Until the hour hand shows the clock home office, they all almost simultaneously move from their respective cubicles.

“Rindi, you don't papa?” Ask Tia for the umpteenth time.

“Iya no pa-pa kok mbak.” He said, trying to give a smile.

“You have no intention to see Linggar sir?” Camil.

They had all stood with each other's innate. Rindi simply shook her head with a smile and bowed.

“But I'm really curious to know."

"Pity knows Linggar sir is very good with us. How many times we eat money uh when he's sick we don't even exist. How hard are we?” Kamil's long speech, it turned out to make the others nod their heads almost simultaneously.

“But not necessarily also we can immediately diijin jenguk, usually observation first to see the symptoms in patients. Mending find out first about the condition of your new Linggar pack moving forward to RS.” The advice from Mr. Farid made them all stare at each other.

“I can't, the kids' papa is downstairs. Maybe tomorrow you can, all the permission first with the nurse

my son.” Ma'am Tia.

“His Ayu is also sure to pick up right?” Kamil glanced at the owner of the name. That girl

smiling smiles justify.

“Ya I've been with Rindi aja first who went yes Rin ya?” Kamil asked directly to hold Rindi's hand out of the room.

“We got on my bike just by Rin. Motormukan is usually left behind. I know more about the same security guard, right?”

Still holding Rindi's hand which is only able to nod.

Inwardly keep asking, what if there he met the mother? What other reason would it be

tell mommy?

Up at the hospital his chest was getting rumbling. Whether you want to continue or not.

Otherwise what reason would he have to tell this friend to dispel their steps before arriving at the goal.

Pretending it's not always good. All I thought about was finding excuses to come here.

What a hard thing if you have to tell Kamil honestly that his relationship with Linggar ran aground because of blessing.

“Rin, we ask the receptionist yes?” Kamil is still faithfully pulling the tension that increasingly feels heavy because of Rindi

start dragging steps.

“Udah entered the treatment room he said Rin.” Kamil returned to Rindi after leaving the woman

in the waiting chair.

“Come,” Back pull Rindi's hand towards Linggar treatment room.

“Wait,” The step is completely on hold. There was already seen the figure of the mother who was sitting in the waiting chair

with father.

“Why?” Kamil whose steps also stopped.

“That's mom with her dad brother Linggar.” Rindi pointed towards the two former in-laws.

“Means right dong, room there?”

“Iya, but,...?”

“Why you? There is a problem.”

This time Rindi nodded, probably no longer knowing how to avoid Kamil's question.

“Keep, we only got here doang?”

“We look next time well.” Pinta Rindi's.

It seemed Kamil could not bear to look at the face of his friend who was half begging, the other half was sad. Their hands were clinging to each other while they were still discussing.

“Yes, next time. You take it easy, I'll try to find the same info Mr. Mirza."

Those who are sent as spies, in fact can only go home with one info only.

About where the Linggar room is being treated. For the rest they have to find other info.

To Be Continued!