The Value of Loyalty
The Impact of a Hugger

“Eat!” Slightly snapped, hoping that Rindi remained in one space.

Got such a clash, made him sculpt for a moment.

This was the umpteenth time Linggar spoke loudly to her, no more tenderness for her.

What else did he expect?

Looks like he will get used to the Linggar now.

“You don't appreciate giving images only! At the food stall go directly.” He could slightly guess if Rindi wanted to leave himself and Citra was just the two of them in this room.

It can be slander again. If the fitnah is with Rindi, he is ready. But not with anyone else, Linggar still had to think about it again.

“Iya. Not that I don't appreciate giving the image. But really, I want to pee.” Sit back with his face slightly parched. Being in this position is uncomfortable. “Sory Cit,” Say again.

She feels like a mosquito repellent between her ex-husband and another girl. Moreover, he was shocked as Linggar snapped at him before everyone else.

“Iya can, pee there! Than you peed here.” Pointing with Rindi then towards the door. There was guilt in his heart, but he had to be firm!

“Remember Just peed, that abis back here again!”

“Review if not, overtime plus!” The tone does not sound good in the ears.

Don't let Rindi really leave herself alone with Citra.

And of course Rindi thought that something else would happen.

 “Iya,” With face in bend and duck leaving the room.

The image captures the intention of Rindi who was about to leave them because she wanted to give alone time.

“Why not go home Cit?” Question Linggar when they are just the two of them.

The image must think of what answers are good for him to present now.

Surely Linggar will judge his every word and deed.

“Emmm, there was a need as well sir. Yesterday Kamil said the same father Rindi overtime audit ready so yes, all you buy food for the father and Rindi.”.

Silent for a long time.

Linggarpun did not respond to the answer from Citra, but the girl had twisted her brain just to find the right answer, at least not too drop her pride in front of the idol.

“Say yesterday mr. anuratin Rindi to cry.” Either this is asking or just a notice.

“Don't hard-same Rindi sir. He was a little quiet, but a feeling. Just a little mentioned already want to mewajak sir. So pity also squirms.”

Yes, I also feel sorry to see him cry yesterday, so immediately hug.

But no papa, he seems to be better at once calm. If you really fall in love again, it's a bonus for me.

And the impact of that hug, very good. He and Rindi are back close.

“Hemmm, actually yesterday still want to be angry but yes as you said Rindi flavorings. Nothing is crying first. Can flood this room.” His smiling voice imagined Rindi who was using her tie to shrink the stuffy nose.

The open door featured Rindi walking in a bowed manner. The two men went back into silence without any more discussion.

Grabbing the dining box that was at the end of the table, opening and eating.ignoring the two people sitting there facing each other.

“Rin, want to pray? Together yuk!” The image that stands, tidying up the empty lunchbox put back into the canteen to be thrown in the trash.

“Iya.” Said Rindi trying to smile towards Citra, though stiff.

The two walked in tandem towards the mosque located on the same floor. Almost every floor has a moshollah even though the size is not too big. Enough for them to pray.

“I knew you wanted to hang out when we were meeting?” Citra is discussing about Rindi who was ready to pray even though it has not entered the time of prayer magrib.

“But dear mr Linggar do not give permission well. Try if you give us permission we can both take longer.” He said a little and hoped.

“What sir Linggar does not have a fell ama me well?” Citra holding Rindi's arm.

Listening to the sentence made Rindi turn her head to see the look on Citra's face.

A hopeful face yet it looks gloomy.

“You have confessed your feelings to Mr Linggar?” Although a little claustrophobic, he must look professional.

Hahahah, professional in being a liaison between Linggar and Citra. Not sick yet?

“No dare me.” Languid imagery.

Heh.

“Fear of reject.”

“Fear of heartbreak.” Trying to put his head on Rindi's head. Like finding a place to rest in strengthening his heart.

Though Rindi wants Citra to express feelings to Linggar. If indeed Linggar had the same feelings towards Citra then he would retreat.

Halah, back off. Linggar also does not necessarily have the same feelings for him, right?

But if Linggar does not reciprocate Citra's feelings, at least Rindi regardless of the task Citra imposes on her.

Not to mention having to control yourself and the face because of the heat that seemed to spread throughout the body when hearing the story and expectations of Citra on Linggar.

Plus the lies he had to think about just to keep all the feelings shut.

Or at least his heart was a bit calmer than it had to be the intermediary of Linggar and Citra.

At 9 pm Rindi stretched her arms stretched out a body that felt stiff because it was in a fixed position for a long time.

Tonight they are overtime with minimal interaction. Talking is just as necessary and not out of work.

The arrival of Citra actually made the distance that had improved between them back far.

Clean up the table and the bag, get ready to go home.

“Go back?” Linggarpun also clean his desk.

“Iya, I first sir!” Stay down. I want to run to leave this place quickly.

“Bareng Rin's! Let me drive you home!” The crowbar was still busy with the fixtures scattered on the table. Files are collected as one although they are not arranged in order.

“I'll go home alone sir, no papa!”

I don't know why Rindi feels different at this time.May avoid it again. Or jealous?

“Ck.” Linggar clucked at Rindi's refusal. It feels like someone else.

 “You take the motor pack. I've from yesterday stayed here pity.”

“Aman Rin's. There's a security guard, there's a cctv as well.”

The reason alone is Rindi, even though the motorbike has started from yesterday.

As if not wanting to hear or argue for too long, Rindi had draped her bag over her shoulder and prepared to leave the room without responding to Lingggar's words again.

Seeing Rindi's strange behavior, Linggar immediately pampered from his seat with a few long steps immediately grabbed Rindi's hand.

They have been a little bit better since yesterday.

“Why you?” His words held back Rindi's steps.

“Capek pack!” Rindi listless. Head down looked down.

Sir! Sir!

They only live together here, but Rindi still applies formally to him. Rindi who chose to bow down and tried to avoid his gaze. Little guess if Rindi is jealous.

Yesterday invited Rindi home not to pass the evasive drama like now. Even had time to join hands, considering the office may be empty to jump.

Talk about things between them. Tease each other. But now? Heehs.

It must be because of the image. What else is a strong reason?

“Bareng!” Keep a grip and walk back to his desk, to pick up a briefcase.

“I'm home alone sir!” His tone began to fade. It feels so bad when both of these feelings are hot.

“Night time Rindi. The danger of going home alone, riding the bike again. Really good today. You jealous?”

Actually want to smile at Rindi's behavior, but as much as possible in her defense. Fear Rindi to be offended and angry.

There's no word.

Linggar continued to pull his hand, to the parking lot. Slightly pushed Rindi's body into her car, because it felt stiff and tried to hold back a step.

Rindi just put on her pouting face. Lips forward, and the view leads out the car window.

No intention to start the word.

Silent. Quiescent. Dibble.

There's no sound. Even Linggar was reluctant to play music just to make the atmosphere a little lively.

"There's guests?" Tonight Linggar drove him right in front of the fence.

Not like last night who just reached the hallway.

"Nothing." Rindi removed the seatbelt from her body.

"Whose car?" Ask again.

"My car." Hand has been on the car's door handle, "Gift graduation from Sister Reno."

Hear that name,.....

Making the Linggad glued for a split second.

The man was the one who had once separated himself from Rindi.

How's the guy doing?

Is it still alive or dead?