THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
Farhan Greeting Officer

The concentrate has combed the night. The cold carried by the wind united with a drizzle. The stars have been hiding behind the clouds for an hour.

Although drowsiness began to say hello, Via was still reluctant to lay down on the bed. He waited for Farhan who was still busy dating his laptop.

Zayn's eyes were closed half an hour ago. After being full, the little baby fell asleep in the arms of his mother. He also fell asleep when the mother put him on the bed.

“Assalamualaikum, Love.” A very familiar distinctive greeting in Via's ears sounded.

“Waalaikumsalam, Zayn's Father. Already finished checking report?” reply Via.

“Already. Just a little, really. Tomorrow's meeting with the directors. Wijaya Kusuma has no problem, right? Mr Arman is still at headquarters?”

Via nodded. He moved his seat to Farhan's side on the sofa. The husband's back is full of tenderness. That's when the enegi full of love is channeled through the skin seeps into the blood vessels, until it circulates throughout the body. Beautiful shaking is created.

Farhan shifted his seat to face Via. The two pairs of eyes clashed with gazes, exchanging a tempestuous love. Slowly their bodies approached until the head was crushed. A soft kiss landed on Via's forehead which was not protected by the hijab. Smile immediately on red lips without lipstick.

“Mas kangen,” sigh Farhan.

“Aren't we always together in these few days? We parted for at least a few minutes,” Reply Via.

“My queen will always be there, my wife. Especially after the accident. I miss you and I miss you always. I feel more the meaning of our togetherness,” said Farhan while holding the chin Via.

Via's lips pulled back a few milliseconds. The sweet sunyum was again painted on her lips.

“Same. The presence of Hubbiy means more to Via. Did you know Hubbiy how tormented Via was when she just gave birth to Zayn?” whisky Via.

Farhan nodded. His throat feels blocked. It is imagined how she suffered from struggling to give birth to Baby Zayn without the presence of her husband. In fact, at that time he was very sad because he lost himself.

“Iya, Mas understand, Darling. You are certainly very sad because of my loss, while precisely my presence is certainly needed to accompany you.”

Clear circle powerless Via resistant. Two drops had escaped his eyelids, sliding down his cheeks.

“Love, don't cry, yes!” Farhan's right hand stretched out erasing the trail of tears left behind.

Via just the power nods. Although it was difficult, he tried to re-paint a smile.

“Emm tomorrow what time is Hubbiy going to the office? Until afternoon?” Via diverting the conversation.

“Around 10 hours.  Crib rice is delivered there around 11. I want to gather employees so there is no misunderstanding. Hopefully no one hysterically thinks Mas is a ghost.”

Via laughed at Farhan's words. He remembered the reaction of his three friends who were frightened and embraced like a teletubbies figure.

“Inget Ratna, Salsa, and Mira, yes?”

Via nodded and said,”Also inget teletubbies.”

This time Farhan laughed. However, he immediately shut his mouth tightly. He was worried that his voice was shocking Zayn who was sleeping.

The couple then left the sofa, turned to the soft mattress. They don't really hold each other. Baby Zayn's limiting them. However, their hearts remain linked. Their feelings are transmitted through the touch of a hand.

Fatigue drags them into deep sleep. The vibration of love wrapped the two in an intoxicating peace.

***

Although the sun had already started to rise, Farhan was still relaxing. He also wears a t-shirt. Unlike Edi who has departed since 06.45.

After breakfast, the family relaxes in the backyard. They talk about the development of Baby Zayn which is quite rapid.

About an hour later, Via reminded Farhan and Mr. Candra to get ready. The plan, Mr. Candra representing Via conveyed the happy news of their family to PT Wijaya Kusuma employees. While Farhan did things that are not much different in the company owned by Eyang Probo.

“Be careful, yes! This time, follow the instructions of Mas Edi. Let the bodyguard escort from close,” order Via.

“Siap, Love. Take care of yourself and our child, yes!” farhan. He came out of the room after

kissing Baby Zayn's cheeks.

Up below, Mr. Candra turned out to be ready first. He waited for Farhan in the room

guest with Ms. Lena and Dini.

“Farhan ushered Mr Yudi?” ask Ms. Lena.

“Iya, Aunt. Let Mr. Nono who intersects Om Candra to Wijaya Kusuma,” replied Farhan.

“Remember, you must remain careful. Especially Farhan. Follow Edi's instructions, yes!” Miss Lena looked a little worried.

“Iya, Aunt. Go first, yeah. Assalamualaikum,” says Farhan.

Mr. Candra also said the greetings that the three women answered in unison. Farhan kissed Baby Zayn once again.

“Ih, start it! It's over there, go! Fii amanillah,” said Via.

“Waduh, Mas Farhan bikin Dini baper. Remember Mas, there is a jomblowati here!” shout Early.

Via smiled at the words of his cousin's sister. He also gently pushed Farhan's body to leave immediately.

Because it is not rush hour, their journey is smooth. About 30 minutes away, Farhan arrived at the Kencana Group headquarters complex. He immediately put on his mask. Not to forget, he put on sunglasses to disguise his face. After that, he got out of the car. Mr. Yudi remained in the car.

Although it was already covered, Farhan's aura still emanated. His calm and thoughtful steps attracted the attention of employees. One of the bodyguards told me they were going to meet the Eyang Probo.

The receptionist immediately contacted the secretary of the Eyang Probo, informing Farhan of his arrival. Of course neither Farhan nor the bodyguards told Farhan's identity.

After being invited by the secretary, they used the employee elevator to the Eyang Probo room. The old grandfather who had stepped on the head of the 7 warmly welcomed the arrival of his grandson.

“Welcome back, my grandson. Good to have you back here. Means, Eyang can immediately enjoy retirement,” said Eyang Probo.

“Thank you for the welcome Eyang. The matter of returning to work, as we agreed today Farhan led the meeting. Farhan hasn't been able to work full time, Eyang. Maybe after that Farhan came home.”

“Yes, Eyang understands about that. You don't force yourself to work hard,” counsel Eyang Probo while looking at his granddaughter seriously.

“Siap, Eyang. Hence, Eyang could not retire now. Wait for Farhan to recover!” farhan.

Shortly thereafter, the secretary of the Eyang Probo told him that there was a crib rice delivery car. Eyang Probo's

telling the secretary to carry out the plan that has been prepared. Eyang also told the receptionist to direct the OB to help move the rice box into the hall.

Ten minutes later, the secretary reported that the servants were already preparing in the hall. After thanking him, Eyang Probo took Farhan to the hall.

Eyang Probo and Farhan head to the podium that has been available.

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi. Brothers, I apologize maybe you are confused, wondering, why am I gathering the Brothers in this hall. There is something important I will tell you. This relates to the post I re-held for almost a month." Eyang Probo was silent for a moment.

All the officers were curious. Some of them were whispering their guesses.

"Given my age is no longer young, I often get sick, obviously this can affect the progress of the company. Therefore, I will return to surrender to the rightful. Only, at this moment his condition had not fully recovered. So, I'm still with him until he recovers."

People had guessed that what Eyang Probo meant was the man standing next to the grandfather. The condition of Farhan's hand that is still carried shows that he can be completely healthy.

"Well, apparently your guess is amazing. You guys instantly guessed the person standing next to me. Your guess is right. He is the one who over the past year has worked hard for the betterment of our company. He is the largest shareholder. Who else if not ...." Eyang Suryo paused for a moment and turned to Farhan.

Feeling someone staring, Farhan turned his head. He saw a wink at Eyang Probo. Farhan immediately opened his mask and glasses.

"My grandson, Farhan Afarizi,!" eyang Probo said excitedly.

Those present in the hall were flabbergasted. As far as they knew, Farhan had died in an accident. They are also whispering. Some held the palms of friends next to them.

"Brukkk!"

They become rowdy. Apparently, three female employees fainted. They were taken to a clinic for treatment.

"Maybe you don't believe this is Farhan Alfarizi. Brother can hold me in turns. Of course that's a man."

Farhan took the initiative of getting closer to the line of officers. He held out his hand to shake hands. Farhan also let the officer he approached check it.

"Original man? Try his feet, don't you?" whispered one of the employees.

"Mr, really. It's not a ghost. Then how can it be?" replied the other employee who had shaken hands with Farhan.

Farhan returned to the podium after shaking hands with about 15 employees. He continued the conversation.

"Brothers may be confused, how can I live again. Actually, I survived the fatal accident. The body that was found and buried was not me but the driver of Mr. Candra Wijaya." Farhan gave an outline explanation.

People are back rowdy. They were astonished to hear Farhan's explanation.

"As our thanksgiving, today we share a little lunch alms with you. This is also our gratitude for the gift of a son. However, I apologize that my wife and son are not here yet." Farhan continued his explanation.

Once enough was felt, Farhan closed the conversation and let the employees return to work after taking the crib rice.

Farhan invited Eyang Probo back into the room. Not to forget, Farhan asked the directors to gather after the afternoon break.

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