Husband For Keara
Meet With Him Again

🌹 PT. Self-help

A man in a full-length ash suit was seen relaxing on the roof of the building. Two fingers flanked a cigarette that was half left. He sat on a worn-out wooden bench. Even if his weight rose by two kilos, this wooden bench could be sure to break when he sat down.

Yes, the roof of this building is not treated in such a way as to be a place to relax. More intended as a warehouse of unused goods. However, the rooftop at a height of 15 floors, with a cooling breeze, and the sky that waded with the decoration of the clouds marching, became the perfect setting to release fatigue.

This man who is still pensive is also one of a small number of employees who become smoking subscriptions on the roof of this building. Especially the reason if not the influence of a qualified position. Even during working hours, this man had already spent almost thirty minutes here.

At 11.15. He looked at his phone with a huff. His phone call being ignored by someone was clearly the reason his mind was getting tired. At the moment he is weighing, should he send a message to someone?

But what will he send? Did you just ask the news? Or just plainly say that he misses that person?

What a heartless worry. How could he have thought of another woman, when he had left for work this morning with a stupefying vexation towards his wife. Because his wife continues to bring up his mistakes as if she was playing a documentary on the history of the nation.

See now, what makes him reflect and be alone for a while, instead of thinking about how to make peace with his wife, instead try to contact other women who are the source of problems in his household.

The problem is triggered when he accidentally delirious in his sleep, calling one name that successfully provoked the anger of the wife. What harm? The dream came without her planning. Even delirium was not part of his consciousness. Is he the dream controller?

The man scrunched up his shortened cigarette. Then decided to go downstairs, after belittling his inner debate by sending a message on the number of the woman who ignored him earlier.

"Assyntheir, Keara..

How's it going?

I'm sorry to ask Bagas for your number, our old high school friend. I met him accidentally in my office.

Can we meet K?

I miss you so much..

From Me, from Me,

who still loves you very much,

Nico. "

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🌹 First Love cafe

Keara enjoys her days working in a cafe. He works with the passion and joy that he is characterized by. All he learned quickly. And never once did he complain of being tired.

Today has been a week Keara is working. There are no special obstacles. Except for the nosy attitude of some customers who often invite acquaintances and ask for their personal mobile number. Until customers who are still in high school uniform often tease Keara. They accidentally come to a special cafe to meet Keara. However, none of which he gubris.

At 11.02. Another hour of lunch break. Keara is struck by a call from Mas Juna who says her phone keeps ringing in the locker room.

"Look at K. who knows what's important." said Mas Juna.

Keara passed after giving the symbol Oke with her finger.

3 missed calls from +62811123xxx

"Whose number? Missed call up to three times.. Call back, huh?" Keara muttered to herself. Because indeed he is only alone in the employee break room at this time.

"Don't do it.. Let alone. Ntar if it is important also send a chat." concluded Keara. He left his cell phone in the locker. Get out of the employee room and get back to work.

While passing through the kitchen bakery, Keara saw Marsya and Ijah's mother in front of the kitchen. It looks like serious talking. Keara passed them while nodding politely.

"Excuse me Ma'am, ma'am." he said softly.

"Em Yes K.." said Marsya briefly.

"Where is dong Bi..? This is also very sudden, Galang Infonya sir asked for cake to be delivered now. The priest has not yet returned.." The conversation of Marsya and bi Ijah caught Keara's sense of hearing.

"Yes, non.. The cake is ready and ready to be delivered. But because he said to be sent at 2, so I did not bring the Imam sir earlier.."

"That's why.. Try them not impromptu ask reschedule can be brought by Mr. Imam all of you earlier.."

Keara turned, spontaneously came to think the best solution.

"I sent Bi.. I'm so dizzy again.."

"Don't non.. Mending su's..."

"Sorry, Marsya.. Not me sassy." Keara ventured to turn around and cut off the conversation.

Marsya turned to Keara while raising her eyebrows.

"I can help you send the order, if I may.."

"Really K?" marsya's eyes sparkled brightly. One problem today is almost solved.

Keara nodded.

"Thanks a lot, K.. Very helpful." Marsya held onto Keara's shoulder. "I'm so dizzy, I want to go home with him. Good thing you're helping.."

"Gak papa Ma'am.. If I may let me send. But my shift isn't done yet, how..."

"Yes not papa.. It's not even part of your job, but you do more. Thank you so much." mbak Marsya looks to tinker at his cellphone while walking towards the front of the cafe.

"Bi, cake ordered Galang sir please put in my car. yes.."

"June.. Juno.."

Looks mas Juna with half steps running towards mbak Marsya.

"Ready Ma'am.."

"Cepet yes Jun.. I was waiting for Galang sir."

"Keara, Mr. Galang anyway waiting in front of the office.. But if for example there is nothing, you just go to the receptionist continues to ask to be called by his name, Mr. Galang, from the HRD division."

"Yes, ready to go." replied Keara.

Keara and Juna prepared quickly. With wide strides they helped Bi Ijah take out a hundred boxes of bread orders of clients. Move it from the bakery kitchen to Marsya's car. After making sure all the boxes of bread were neatly stored in the back seat of the car, Keara ran into the employee room to pick up her bag, also Juna's bag.

Juna drove Marsya's car at a steady pace. As if I was used to driving a car. The road that began to be crowded because it was only a few minutes away showed the clock twelve o'clock at noon. The sun was starting to sting. Make Keara turn the car's AC knob to the coldest level.

"No papa, right, my mom? Hehee. cold.."

"No papa, K.. It was hot." replied Juna calmly. He faintly smiled without distracting himself from the city streets before him.

Juna is indeed the most patient and calm cafe employees. When there is a stressful situation with the customer, he is the most reliable to cool the atmosphere.

Keara looked out the window. A smile continued on his lips. "Lumayan ya mas, can wash your eyes in this working hour.."

"Are you like this?"

Keara turned towards Juna with a clueless look.

"Always happy and positive.."

"It was fun like this.."

"But this is not your jobdesc. If the other kid who was told to be with Marsya must be pouting all the way..."

"If mas Juna is among the ones who sings what sullen?" Keara tilted her face to see Juna's expression.

"I am relaxed.. If you have to go there.. If you come here.. Let it flow.."

Keara sneers. "Mas Juna is passing by the innate selow..."

"If I'm whatever the job, brought happy aja.. Let's get tired, mas.. His salary is also a blessing. Hehee.."

Juna nodded with a smile.

Mas Juna drove his car to the parking lot closest to the entrance of the lobby. Keara immediately took the initiative to get out of the car and head to the reception desk.

"Sir, I am from bakery would like to send an order, Mr. Galang. "asked Keara to a receptionist who looks very beautiful, very beautiful, with complete makeup and perfume scent that was out even since Keara had not reached the reception desk earlier.

"Oh that's Mr. Galang mbak.. Who wears a blue shirt." Answer the receptionist with the name tag that says Risna. Along with that Juna approached Keara and stood right behind him.

Keara follows the hand directions of the beautiful receptionist. Directed his gaze to one of the round tables located in the middle of the lobby. Two men sat there. Which one must have been Mr. Galang, given the information from the receptionist who said Mr. Galang was wearing a blue shirt. The other man in the ash suit was sitting on his back to Keara.

Keara and Juna approached the table.

"Excuse me Galang sir, we from firstlove bakery want to deliver the cake order." said Keara after being close enough to the table. Right behind the back of the man in the ash suit.

"Oh yeah, yeah, just in time." Mr. Galang got up from his seat. "I'm sorry I'm advancing the clock because there's been a change in schedule."

"It's okay sir." replied Keara.

"Wait a minute.I call people first to help you bring the cake."

"Let me help Galang sir." the man in the ash suit stood up.

"Well, don't sir.. Mr. Nico's time to lift the cake box.. Later I can be in SP same ma'am Mayra."

Deg.

The nico?

Mayras?

Keara suddenly felt her world stop turning. His throat was suffocated by a panic that he did not understand his origin. His eyes were rounded staring at the back of the man in the ash suit who was standing right in front of him.

'D-he's Ni-co??' inner choked.

"Ah.. Mr. Galang is exaggerating. Its alright.. Let me help you, sir.."

Keara knew, she should have run as fast as lightning away from this awkward moment. But again the body froze. The cell in his brain was still shocked by this sudden encounter. Response slowed. Even he was unable to dodge as Nico twisted his body, saw himself for the first time after four years, and showed a reaction as surprised as Keara.

Juna felt something was wrong with the two people in front of him, even Mr. Galang who looked confused, trying to break the tension. Juna pulled Keara's arm slowly. "Come on, K. We'll get the cake in the car.."

"Oh. uh. yes, yes. mas Juna.." replied Keara gasped, with a stiff smile trying to cover up his baldness.

Before a small run followed Juna out of the lobby, Keara still had time to glance at Nico who was smiling widely as she muttered, "First love?"

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