You Relieve Me to Take Off
Ch05: Flying Kiss From Merki

On the way to the office Ali kept reminding himself. To be more calm. To deal with something that is not in his control. One of them is the opinion of his office friends, about his second marriage.

“Morning Sir!” greet the security guard who stands in front of the office door.

Ali nodded.

Not many know if he is the grandson of the founder of The Artistic Warehouse. The man asked his father to keep his identity a secret. Eight years at his grandfather's office. Of course he did not get privileges like the young master, who is usually in Drakor.

Like the employees in general. Brahmanta asked him to send a CV. Training for months. To become a coffee photographer for three days, during break time for making a mistake.

The man did not gain popularity instantly. It takes time and a long process. Until now he can keep a fairly important ranks.

Come to think of it in terms of work, his father played an important role. You could even say, success is being a father. Who wanted to see his son struggling from below. But what his father can be said to be successful, in making decisions for his household.

That looks selfish.

“Morning Sir!” greet the employees who are paired with him.

Again Ali just nodded.

The respect that the man gets is not because he has an important position in the office. Except for the characteristics that have been embedded in me. All employees respect him. Because of his persistence in work and his humility.

'After all, I don't care what they think of me remarrying. After all they also do not know the truth' inner Ali. When as people looked at him with an indecipherable gaze.

Quickly the man stepped into the elevator. I saw a woman running, wanting to use the same elevator. He immediately stopped him, for his coworkers can take an elevator with him. Without having to wait.

“Thank you, Sir!”

Again and again he just nodded.

Because it was also some of his office friends, consider Ali speechless. It actually made him laugh.

“His pleasure is in the heart if you have two wives!” The welcome first came into his new study. Makes him take a long breath.

A week ago, there was a space rearrangement. Forming a team work. To make it easier, the interaction between workers with each other. And there was no private room except the main director.

“Oh .. like the World ...Ali who has.” Aidin humming ria jogget bang jali. It did not escape the eyesight of two colleagues.

“To old wife ...Kanda loves you ...Oh ...To young wife ...I say I love you!” Aidin threw a flying kiss at him.

“Whispering!” ali's jolt threw his butt into the chair.

The two women who were one room with Ali, instantly immediately lowered their heads inside. This is the first time they've seen Ali wrathful. But for Aidin, this was common.

“Newly married more angry anyway Bang!” the young man who has a six-year age gap with him.

“Title honey three, not yet combined directly fight divorce!” Aindin giggled amusedly concerned about the singer.

...***

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The clock shows at half twelve. Two women who were in the same room with him, had gone to a cafe near the office to prop his stomach up. Leaving him and Aidin in the room.

“Huft!” The man began to stretch his muscles and take off his glasses that were only worn during work hours.

Standing up from his seat, rushed towards the pantry. In order to heat the supply.

“Fiuh .. mentang-mang has two blocks. Now the provision is also two,” ravings Aidin when he saw his best friend carrying two containers.

Ali smiled cynically and passed.

...***

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He had already confirmed it beforehand, if he returned to the room. Able to arouse the spirit of Aidin to docked. To his workplace. The man knew very well, if his best friend could not wait to taste his provisions.

Because this is not the first time. Ali had to give up and share food with Aidin.

When the room was private. It was not a reason for Aidin to look for free food. Indeed this old virgin, very Merki.

Without asking for approval from the owner. The Merki immediately opened the pink food container.

“Crazy, is it as nice as this to have a wife Bang?” lontar Aidin stared at the contents of the food box, with sparkling eyes. While wiping the chopsticks with a tissue.

“Married, let me know what it feels like!” timpal Ali, gradually opened the larger lunchbox.

“If new mating ijab later, can not ya?” Again the old virgin asked, inserting the stir fry broccoli mushroom into the mouth.

Looking at Aidin's changing mimic, all his might, Ali held back his laughter, which was about to break apart.

“Bro, this cave is numb what is it?” Aidin chews food slowly. He's trying to detect.

What does it feel is true?

“Asinnnya not kelulungan Njir!” Aidin immediately opened the bottle and downed it quickly.

It felt like he wanted to be uprooted, found Aidin getting the same thing. As he got this morning. While feeding stir fry mushrooms into his mouth.

It feels like sea water.

This was the reason, not letting his young wife eat stir-fry. The man did not want Wan Aina to be sad. Because the first cooking failed.

“Even get a reprimand from the Universe! That's why the talk is guarded. The concept is ijab used to be married Din!” his cynicism feeds the provisions of Meisya.

“This is definitely not a ripe Meisya tea!” guess Aidin.

Along with that a man in a black suit entered the room. While lowering the little girl.

“Tiang Om Mbut! Om ****!” the greeting this time, made Aidin and Ali turn towards the source of the voice.

Fat boy wearing a red dress. Runs.

“Siang Molla...!” ali answered, stretching out both hands. Making the two-year-old boy run fast towards him, to be lifted and sat in the lap of Mbut.

It seems like Molla's call for her is a perfect fit. Arguably representing his attitude that is always gentle and attentive to small children.

So what do you think of the kids?

What did he say to his first wife?

If he no longer wants to have a baby?

After his first wife was declared barren?

Wasn't that hope there, considering that now, she had remarried.

Let time answer all....

Arfa, the father of Molla now stands beside Aidin. Without ethics, the man took a piece of broccoli by hand.

The foot-kick signal under the table was flashed by Aidin, requiring Ali to be quiet.

With her mouth wide open, Arfa seemed ready to take a bribe from her own hands. The man chews quickly, but when it tastes different. Arfa immediately took the tissue, and took it back out.

Aidin let out a laugh, seeing Arfa enter a trap that had never been prepared before.

“Asem—” Before finished speaking. Aidin immediately cuts. “Aswinnnn weyy..”.

It is undeniable that Ali was satisfied, at least not only himself who had to eat salt-flavored mushrooms.

“Li, this is a really sweet food!” gerutu Arfa opened the bottle, only half the rest of the Merki.

“Filings me, this is not Meisya tea!” timpal Aidin, looking at Ali who was feeding Molla.

Seeing her only puppet princess being fed, Arfa was inflamed.

“Li, my daughter is not in a feed that is not worth it!”

“Just ask Molla! Is the food good or not?” tanya Ali shook her head. Staring at the boy sitting on his lap.

“Nyam-nymph delssss cuscus!” answer your child as if you understand, with what adults discuss.

“Delicious!” The man wiped Molla's spruce mouth.

Ali looks like a caring father.

Will his destiny perfect his status?

“Don't this your new wife's cooking huh Li?” Sure Arfa, made Ali snort.

“Involuntarily indeed, made salty! Let Aidin, know yourself! Not join my food keep!” he covered up his wife's shortcomings. Even in front of friends.

“Listen Ki, you are single .. don't have as much need as me and Ali! But capital to eat ae, nyempil teros,” ketus Arfa unmitigated.

The insinuated put on an apathetic face.

“It feels right Fa, Aidin is called Merki! The tickle is crazy, there is no match!” The man seemed to agree with the nickname his schoolmate used to be. Of Aidin.

TBC...