"Or do you want me to wear clothes that..." the blonde woman's words stopped when Atma walked past her and moved towards the exit of the boutique.
"Atma, darling!" screamed the woman wearing high heels, attracting the attention of visitors around the boutique.
As if deaf, Atma continued to walk straight, ignoring every scream that came from those rosy lips. Atma cursed the bad luck in his life; he should have just refused when his father ordered him to take care of the new branch of his family's company.
"Honey!" shouted the woman in menor makeup as she used one hand to block the man's arm.
Atma jerked his fingers roughly. His gaze was straight and cold; recently, he was reluctant to come into contact with women. So far, he had always allowed his body to be touched by wild women, but for some reason, Atma was reluctant.
"Why did you come out?"
“Do I need to answer?” Atma replied coldly.
“Wow, four words, a slight imp
"Like you're not, At. Finding out the ins and outs of a woman, that's not your thing." Atma stared flatly at the man who held the status of his right-hand man and best friend.“I just want to know, what's wrong?”Bara shook his head and laughed crisply. "You don't know yourself?" Bara's question succeeded in making Atma silent without feeling guilty. Bara left his friend and boss, who were contemplating changes in himself.Unlike Atma, Clarita was busy with the things she brought. Luckily, Yara and Yandra are not so fussy today. After giving her breast milk, her two children fell asleep very peacefully.“De?” Clarita called the woman who had recently become close to her.Dean turned her head and looked at Clarita in question. "Why, Sis?"Clarita seemed hesitant to express what was in her head; she was silent for a moment, then shook her head weakly. Without Clarita expecting it, Dean walked over to her. "What's wrong,
Dean and Clarita's bodies stiffened when they heard a familiar voice in their ears. Clarita looked at the man flatly, while Dean looked at her, annoyed. The heated debate between Dean and the man with the crew cut is still clearly visible."What?" challenged Dean, not paying attention to his surroundings. She walked over to Bara, who looked at him with one eyebrow raised."Why are you guys here?" Bara asked casually, very different from the other person who was staring at him fiercely.Dean rolled her eyes lazily, feeling that the man in front of her was so stupid that she asked useless small talk questions. "I think being neatly dressed like an office person makes you a little smarter, sir.""What do you mean?"“I think this is still a public place that is open to anyone. And it's clear what place this isn't." Dean said, not caring about Bara's gaze, which was staring at him closely.Clarita sighed lazily. The woman who had just given
Clarita's body stiffened as she looked at Dean, who showed an annoyed expression. Clarita's brows furrowed at the expression on Dean's face. “De?”"Oh, what are you doing here?" Dean asked in an annoyed tone."Uncle?" Clarita asked, her brain still processing what was happening in front of her.“Uncle? I've said it over and over again; I'm not that old until you call meuncle." Someone from behind Clarita, in a heavy tone.Clarita turned her head, and her eyes widened perfectly when she saw the figure standing behind her body. “Tsk, you and I are still a lot different in age! So it's appropriate for me to call you uncle. Who are you anyway? Why keep approaching us?”The man pursed his lips. "This is a public place; if you forgot, everyone is free to come in and out."“Why does it have to be here?” Dean asked, increasingly annoyed.Clarita took a deep breath. It wasn't that she was annoyed
"Sis, why?" asked Dean, who woke up from her sleep.The wall clock in the 4x4 room showed 2 o'clock in the evening, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard echoing throughout the newly occupied rented house.“Eh? Are you awake? Sorry, De. I also don't know that Yara has been crying since one o'clock, sis. I have breastfed her, but Yara is still crying." Clarita's explanation made Dean move slowly towards the woman who was carrying Yara.Dean's soft hand reached out to touch Yara's forehead. “Oh my God, Sis! Yara has a fever!” Dean said, making Clarita glare in disbelief."What? Fever? Oh, how are you, De?" asked Clarita, panicking."We're going to the hospital now, sis. Let Dean order a taxi online. Sis, wait here, okay?" Dean's slender fingers started surfing on the 7-inch cellphone. Pressing numbers and letters alternately formed a series of words, which she addressed to the taxi driver who had successfully taken her order
"You guys?" said Bara, rising.“Oh! You guys again? Why is this world so small?" Dean stared fiercely at the man in the suit in front of her. Likewise, Bara seemed to be in the middle of a war, both of them radiating an aura of hostility.In contrast to Atma, who looked straight at the woman with tears in his eyes, He didn't care about two people of different genders who were arguing over trivial matters. Atma got up from his seat and walked slowly towards Clarita.The figure of the woman in the negligee and knitted cardigan just looked down with shaking shoulders. "Why?" Atma asked quietly.Clarita just shook her head, reluctant to speak. "Sick?" Atma asked, looking at the little angel who was lying on the bed with a compress attached to her forehead.Again, Clarita just nodded silently; her tongue seemed to be tied. Her mind wandered as she imagined the fate of his baby. That innocent little angel had suffered from an early age; she put the angel in danger twice."Bar. Hospital!" At
"Why?" asked Atma, who suddenly appeared with Yandra in his arms. From the tone of his voice, Dean could catch the worry there. For a moment, Dean frowned, observing the attitude of the man; he didn't know where he came from."Get used to answering questions, not just paying attention," Atma warned Dean, who was still busy observing him.Dean blinked rapidly, then realized the weight resting on her hands. "Mba Cla, I fainted!" he said, panicking. Atma rushed out of Yara's treatment room. He called the nurse, who was standing guard at the end of the hall.Not long after, Atma returned with several nurses carrying a gurney. The man in the navy blue shirt handed Yandra to the young woman in front of him with gentle movements, as if Yandra were glass that could shatter if touched. He also helped the nurse push the gurney to Yara's bedside.One of the nurses came along with the young doctor who had examined Yara last night. Everyone was asked to leave the room
The two men in front of Dean immediately looked away. He tried to ignore Dean's presence and questions. “No need to act!” Dean quipped, giving him a fierce look."Dean, never mind," scolded Clarita, who was standing behind Dean.“You know? Sis, how come you're awake? Sis, you have to lie down a lot." Dean looked at Clarita, confused.Seeing Clarita's condition, who had just woken up from fainting, Dean was worried about the sister of different blood. "It's okay, De. I’m fine. Besides, i’m just tired."Dean just sighed in resignation; she would never win if she argued with Clarita. The mother of two children really has an advantage when it comes to speaking; even Atma was once made to die in front of her."Okay, you can go now; you'll be late coming in in the afternoon," Clarita ordered gently.Dean nodded and moved to grab his cardigan. Before leaving Yara's room, Dean said goodbye to Clarita and kissed th
"Hello?" Atma decided to answer the telephone line even though he himself didn't know who the figure behind the string of unknown numbers was.For quite a long time, Atma waited for a response from the other side until finally he repeated his words once again. Until the telephone connection was disconnected unilaterally, "What does this mean? The phone isn't clear!" Atma was about to slam the flat object in his hand, but before it was released, he realized that the object was not his.Atma just spent time sitting on the sofa after he finished putting Yandra to sleep, while Clarita had not yet woken up from fainting. He occasionally checked the condition of Yara, who was lying weak with an Infues tube stuck in her left arm. He groaned softly at the thought of the tiny needle piercing the soft skin of the two-week-old baby.Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and now the clock on the wall showed 12 noon. The Dhuhur call to prayer also sounded,