The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 28: Jealousy Torture.

Marisa can't hold it all anymore. His heart was hot when he saw Sakha and Mesha often close together. For a long time he had taken a heart towards the man who was polite and charismatic. But he was really annoyed when the attention of his male devotee turned to the new employee.

A few days earlier, even Marisa started investigating Mesha's background. In fact, coincidentally, the paes' assistant who handled Mesha's marriage was none other than his cousin. From the woman, he got a lot of information, to the fateful incident that befell Mesha.

"Don't blame me if I do something weird. Who told you to tease Mas Sakha!" marisa Mummets. There was a sense of annoyance in his tone.

Marisa's jealousy and envy really started to blind her. Especially when he accidentally sees Sakha and Mesha coming out together from the archive room. Even the girl hated Sakha's loving gaze towards Mesha.

"You want that woman out of this office?" One day a man approached Marisa who was still watching Sakha with a faint look. There's a wound in Marisa's eye.

"How is it, sir?"

"There, anyway. I am also uncomfortable with the woman, her style is calm and calm. But he's rotten hearted. A lot of people don't know if he's ever been married."

"I know that, sir."

"Then wait, especially? That kind of woman doesn't deserve to be here, does she?"

At first Marisa wanted to reject the offer from the man. Not principle. However, a sense of dislike for Mesha, pushing his selfish side. All he had in mind now, was how to separate the two people who were getting more and more irritated. Then the woman with the hair of the boat, finally thought to accept the offer "evil.

"What should I do, sir?" marisa asked the man one morning.

The man in front of him laughed, then started to grin.

"It's not yet time, you don't need to do anything at this time. Wait for my command!"

Marisa nodded at the man's words.

At lunchtime, Marisa wants to give her homemade rice to Sakha. But too late, the boy otu puja instead had come out first to lunch with Mesha. Withstanding the pain, he brought back a specially prepared lunchbox for her. Then as Paijo, seen passing by, the girl called out to him.

"Well, thank you, Miss Risa. May the rejeknya, more smooth and barokah." As Paijo said, Marisa held out a green lunch box to him.

With a contrived smile, Marisa replied to the gardener's statement.

"Aamiinu. Thank you for the prayer, sir. Don't forget to spend!"

Again, Marisa's heart must feel pain when she sees Sakha and Mesha walking together while laughing together. The girl clenched her palms.

Marisa's back behind her desk. His eyes looked back at his female co-worker with an emotional gaze.

"Eh, Miss Risa didn't have lunch?" mesha asked as she looked at Marisa who seemed to be motionless from her desk from morning.

"No Ma'am, more work" he said coldly.

"Don't eat late, Ma'am. It will hurt the stomach." Mesha kept up his words again.

Don't pretend to be nice or care, Sha! I don't like your fake attitude, for me! Inwardly, Marisa grumbled.

"Eh, yes, Ma'am Sha. Here, I brought the supplies. If I'm hungry, I'll eat." Marisa showed me another lunchbox lying on the table.

"Oh, that's ...."

Marisa looked at Sakha. Yet, again the disappointment that he got. The man looked at Mesha with a gaze that he thought was tempting. Unknowingly, Marisa gripped the end of the tablecloth.

***

After work, Mesha immediately changed clothes. He chose a casual suit. Her hair was long, tied neatly back. Dark colored jeans model pipe, he paired with a plain shirt pastel. Her favorite powder, she put it on her face. In order not to look pale, he scratched his lips with a soft-colored lipstick. Then he put his cell phone and wallet into his flagship sling bag. The girl glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"There's still enough time." He muttered to himself.

"Where are you going, Cha?" Mayang asked when he saw the appearance of his daughter.

"You're meeting Fia, Mom."

"Oh, yes, I have. Be carefull! Anyway, take home before the surup, Nduk!"

"Yes, Mom." Mesha kissed the back of his mother's hand respectfully, then left.

"Oh yes, Sha. I'm getting dressed, yuk! Your taste is usually good," Zafia's pinta after their drinks run out.

"Can. The dekets are here, right?"

"Yes, Sha."

"Come, then!"

After paying for their drinks, the friendly girl came out of the cafe. Then they headed to a clothing store. While picking clothes for Zafia, Mesha is shocked by someone's voice.

"Mr Mesha, to?" ask the voice.

Mesha turned his face to the source of the voice. He smiled when he saw who had just greeted him.

"Yumna, what else is here?"

Zafia, not far from Mesha, walked over.

"Yumna's? His daughter Bulek Ning?" sela Zafia's.

"Lho's? Fia Ma'am!"

Mesha looked at the two young women before him.

"You two know each other?" Mesha became more confused as the two girls shook hands and pressed their left and right cheeks together.

Zafia smiled at Mesha's words.

"Yumna this is my cousin, Sha. What I said was to stop by. Uh, meet again here" said Zafia.

"Oh yeah, you're alone here, Yum?" Zafia turned her face to Yumna.

"Sama Mas Kha, Ma'am. Back to the store across first, what to buy, that's."

Mesha and Zafia reflexes nodded simultaneously.

Without the three of them knowing, Sakha had already heard their conversation from the other side of the store earlier. Then, he approached.

"So you know Mesha, Fi?" sela Sakha's.

"Eh, Mas Sakha. Yes, a close friend in high school."

"Well, it's a world as wide as a moringa leaf" Yumna chirped as she fixed her sagging glasses.

"Oh yeah, by the way, what do you want to find, Ms Fi?"

"I want to get dressed for college, like I'm starting to pick Yum up." Zafia smiled wryly.

"Well, same mother!"

While Zafia and Yumna are busy fretting, Mesha and Sakha stand parallel looking at the two girls in front of him.

A very unpleasant coincidence for Marisa, when she saw Sakha and Mesha in that position.

"What is true? Even outside the office, they met!" Marisa squeezed the bottle of drink she was carrying, so her knuckles were flushed red. Then the girl came out of the store and threw the plastic bottle in her hand into the trash can violently.

"Damn!" objurgation.

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