My Talak, Mas
SS 2.15

Today was the worst day for Kinan. The mood went down and up after getting to know Bagas, the notoriously cold Director. Sometimes warm and nice to talk to, but sometimes Bagas is cold and so indifferent.

"Is this really the cost?" ask Bagas slowly. The house is so luxurious it does not even look like a boarding house.

Kinan looked towards the house and read the number of the house on the front wall near the fence, then likened it to the one written in the short message from Shella. Number two hundred and twelve, her inner. The number is right, but why the house is different, the mind is back.

"Hey ... Kinan? Is this really not his house? Why are you quiet?" tanya Bagas samnil glanced in a direction that looked anxious.

Both hands Kinam was busy typing a short message addressed to Shella, his future sister-in-law.

A cold sweat started coming out from his forehead. His heart began to beat very hard. Kinan answered all of Bagas's questions. He did not care because at this time what Kinan thought was how he could go home and meet with Shella.

Kinan occasionally starts looking for Shella's contacts and starts connecting to the number on the way.

"Argh ..." sizzled Kinan out loud. The words of the umlatan just escaped from her tiny lips.

Bagas turned his head towards Kinan who was starting to pale.

"Well, see where the address is?" tanya Bagas quietly while looking at her hand in front of Kinan to ask for his phone and read the address correctly. Bagas knew exactly something must be wrong.

Kinan was still silent and focused on his phone screen. Again he ignored Bagas' question.

"Kinan's? Do you hear my words? It's orders. Where's phone?" bagas' voice sounded so loud and so loud.

Kinan even looked down unmoved. For a long time his body seemed to shake. Shella's phone is off. This made Kinan even more confused and anxious. Crying was the only way to calm her agitated heart.

"Kinan's? You crying?" ask Bagas gently. As cold as it was Bagas could at least see a woman crying.

"Mr ... Kinan wants to go home," said Kinan, crying.

Bagas's face began to panic. The sound of Kinan's cry was like a baby being pinched hard and seeking a defense.

"Keep Kinan. Don't panic like that. I went into a panic. You take a deep breath. Then take it out slowly. We seek solutions, not even crying. Let me see your phone" said Bagas in a soft voice.

"For what?" kinan asked softly as she wiped the tears dripping down her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Don't misunderstand me first. I just want to read the address correctly. It looks like the address you read was wrong" said Bagas slowly.

"But the number is correct, sir," Kinan replied in self-defense.

"It's not a matter of numbers. But the name of the housing or the street, Kinan. It's Jakarta? Not in the village. Wrongly mentioning the name then the risk you will be rough," said Bagas firmly.

Kinan reopened his phone and opened a short message from Shella. Kinan began to reread the address that Shella had given him.

"What's? Ceria Housing in South Jakarta?" tanya Bagas with a firm voice and the two narrowed towards Kinan.

Kinan nodded slowly. His face was innocent and sinless.

"Why Sir? The number is right, right? Two hundred and twelve?" ask Kinan plain.

"Argh ..." cried Bagas loudly while hitting the steering wheel of his car tightly.

Kinan looked down and did not dare to look at Bagas who arrived - suddenly with a fierce face.

"Winning!! I am tired!! Please don't test my familiarity. You know, since we've been good - well not that I should care about you. I have another life. I just want to get good chemistry with you as my secretary. You know this is Jakarta? Jakarta is wide. The address you are going to is South Jakarta and we are in West Jakarta, it is far away. You understand? What time is it? Tomorrow morning we have to be ready for the meeting" said Bagas in a loud voice.

Kinanti was really scared. Since morning Bagas good - just breed, and tonight really - really like a wild animal. His anger was completely overflowing.

Wajh Kinanti continued to be subdued within. Matany's water kept dripping down until it fell on her lap. Never before has Kinanti been snapped this speerti by her parents and her two older brothers. Perhaps this is what his family feared if he was away with his parents and brother, no one could help him or help him when Kinan was in trouble. True katan people, Jakarta is hard, harder than Ibu Tiri.

"Crying. Women are like that. Here is the phone.I want to read the address correctly.I am tired. If this is wrong again, I put you down on the road" said Bagas in a firm voice.

Kinan just gave his phone away without looking at Bagas. He was really scared. Bagas received the phone and read carefully. Then Bagas looking for a map application that is usually used by some people to find the destination address that is being searched.

The night is getting late. Now time has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. The journey is still quite far due to the density of the road which resulted in traffic jams in all directions.

Bagas could only remain silent. Very upset with him at this moment. Fortunately, the secretary, if not have been asked to get out of his car since.

Bagas' phone reads. His voice is so loud. Without seeing who the caller was, Bagas just picked up the phone line.

"Yes. Hello?" ketus Bagas who sounded very indifferent and lazy to pick up the phone.

"Oh You? Why?" asked Bagas in a voice so cold.

"We've broken up Klara. Papah has betrothed me to his chosen girl. Of course I can't resist Papah's wishes. After all, you've got something else, obviously you cheated. Why did you come back to contact me?" ask Bagas ketus. One hand is still focused on driving with both eyes staring at the street glare at the car lights.

"If you're still talking about this, I hang up and I block your number. I don't want to deal with you anymore!!" yell Bagas annoyed.

The phone was immediately turned off unilaterally by Bagas and the phone was put back with the origin nearby.

Kinan was silent. Quite clearly his ears were grinning Bagas who was also angry and annoyed to the caller.

Both of them were silent and the atmosphere was getting quieter. The exhausted Kinan slowly rested his back on the car seat and fell asleep.