All About You
The Sweet Thing's

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"Next meeting, after lunch at an Indonesian hotel, or do you want to have lunch there?" Clarra reminded again.

"I just finished Cla, my God!" dimitri's protest just dropped her on a sofa in Arfan's room, which will soon be her study after her sister-in-law finishes her last job before retiring.

"Just remind me, Dim."

"Can't you wait five minutes? I just finished the meeting downstairs."

"I know, but I'm at work right now" said Clarra, who holds a macbook on her chest.

"You think I'm on vacation?" the man was upset with his cousin and secretary.

"Ish, .. Why are you? angry from yesterday? I think after marriage you will be calmer, even more so." said Clarra.

"It's nothing to do with it, Cla."

"That, proof?"

Dimitri put his head on the back of the sofa. Not only tired from work, but also other things that he could not get out of his mind. Of course this has something to do with Rania, who she hasn't been able to contact since last night, and this afternoon, he could only see the last few storries of the woman taking pictures in the sunrise with some of his crew members. And in one video-shaped storage, Rania was even joking with Galang, until they laughed out loud. And it worked to piss him off half to death.

He knew that the young man had been his best friend since childhood, and he also understood their relationship. But that's exactly why he doesn't like it. Especially if you remember Galang who once had feelings for his wife. The more upset he is.

"Just two more meetings this afternoon, Dim. And tomorrow you can relax."

"Oh yeah? what day is it now?"

"Jari Friday." replied Clarra, who tidied up her boss' desk.

"Fum'at?" Dimitri suddenly got up.

"Yes." Yeah." Clarra nodded.

"What time does the meeting start?"

"Hour 1.30." Clarra looked at her watch.

"Okay, let's finish today!!" the man was suddenly excited.

"What?"

"I'm leaving now."

"But it's still 11:45? you haven't even had a break and lunch?"

"I'll just have lunch at an Indonesian hotel." Dimitri walked away.

"Why is that him?" Arfan walked into his room with a look of astonishment.

"Some,"

"He's a weird memag. Just complained about being exhausted, now even excited?" Arfan grumbling.

"Hmm .. Would you like lunch? can I order it?"

"No, Dygta's here soon."

"really?"

"Yes, he said he'd bring me lunch."

"Wow, man,

"Good right?"

"He's good at cooking now, right?" Clarra joking.

"so. Almost every day he cooks a new menu."

"And everything worked?"

"Of course, he's a master copycat." Arfan was proud.

"Thank God, .. glad to hear it too." the girl chuckled.

"Hmm .. Sometimes you have to stop by for Cla's dinner, also invite your papa mama. They've been rarely seen lately. It's retired."

"Yes, mom and dad are just enjoying their old age, sir."

"That's good, right?"

"Yes. It's time for them to rest."

"Oh, .. I'm also impatient. And hope Dimitri succeeds in these last months. So I can retire as soon as possible."

"Would it be that fast, sir?"

"It's time, Cla."

"I'm worried about you."

"What about?"

"Dimitry."

"Why indeed?"

"Can he run the company as well as his father?"

"He certainly can. In Bandung Dimitri was quite successful. And now it's time for him to do something bigger. With a little encouragement and trust, he can move forward."

"Hmmm ...

"So, help him later. Okay?" Arfan looked at the girl.

Clarra looked silently at the boss who she had known since childhood. And has given him the opportunity to do many things as self-evidence.

"Are you willing to help her later?" Arfan repeated his words.

"Yes sir. Fine."

"good. Then I calmly leave this company with him, he'll be surrounded by good people."

"My father's words horrified me."

"Which one?"

"Father feels calm about leaving this company. As if you were going very far."

"What are you talking about?" then Arfan laughed.

Simultaneously the door opened slowly from the outside, and Dygta's face emerged from the opening.

"Am I interrupting?" the woman pushed the door open again.

"Hey? have you arrived? I thought I was still home?" Arfan glanced at the clock that had shown at 12 at noon. He got up to greet his wife.

Hugs and kisses as usual, being the most internal iterative among them, as well as embarrassing for anyone who sees. Because the atmosphere immediately turned a bit awkward from seeing their romance. Although at an age that is quite far away, it has no effect at all.

The two hugged so tightly as if they had not met for quite a long time.

"How's the road going?" Arfan drowned the woman's head in her chest.

"Racquet." Dygta.

"It's common, isn't it?" the man chuckled, suddenly his voice became so soft in the ears.

Ah, .. She was always that gentle when she met her handler. So sweet. Uh, ... Clarra.

"Ehmm ..." The girl then cleared her throat to remove the awkwardness.

"Hi Cla, long time no see huh?" Dygta distracts, without taking off his embrace from Arfan.

"Sister, how are you?"

"I'm good. You alone?"

"As usual, brother, busy."

"It's everyday food, is it Cla?"

"real brother. Well, then I'll stay, okay?"

"Aren't you going to have a little lunch with us?"

"No, brother, thank you. I have an appointment to eat with a friend."

"Friends?"

"Any sekertaris kak."

"Oh, .. I think girlfriend?" Dygta laughs.

"Not thought of my brother."

"Why? I think it's good that you followed Dimitri?"

"Ish, .. Not first, I'll be emotional like him." Clarra laughed too.

"Emotion?"

"Yes, brother, I'm staying." The girl then walked out of the room.

"Why emotional chemistry?" Dygta then asked her husband.

"Oh, these two days he's been angry all the time."

"Anger?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Keep, how's the job?"

"If it's a work matter, he's like your papi. No matter what the circumstances, he still works well and with perfect results. It's just that he nags more often indistinctly."

"Definitely speak Russian?"

"That's how, almost everyone she meets gets scolded." they both laugh.

"Maybe there's a problem with Rania?"

"Not knowing."

"Ah, .. yes already. If he's still working well, it's definitely not a serious matter. Just leave him like that." Dygta had just taken off his embrace, then pulled Arfan to sit on the sofa.

"What did you bring me today?"

"New menu. Last morning I saw it on youtube, and it seemed like it was perfect for your lunch." he took out a medium-sized lunchbox.

"Alright, that sounds good." Arfan prepares to return to being a guinea pig for his wife's cooking.

"Oh, my cooking hasn't been good all this time?" Dygta stopped his activities.

"Honey boy, baby. Tasty." the man grabbed the lunchbox from his wife's hand, then opened it quickly.

"Wow?"

"I'm learning how to make bento, if you like, tomorrow I'll give the kids this too. Nice right?" he said, with a smile.

"The bentock looks like me, huh?" Arfan looked at the contents of the box in the form of rice, vegetables, meat, and a kind of fried noodles formed to resemble a face with curly hair.

"Indeed. Remember the wedding of Andra?"

"Hm ... " Arfan started to devour him.

"I call this bento wedding edition brother Andra." Dygta then laughed.

"What a weird name?"

"I love that name, and I love that moment too. You looked so handsome back then."

Arfan paused his activities for a moment, he held back a smile with both of his cheeks blushing. That woman can always make him feel geeran. His age is no longer young.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? the food is spicy, right? your face flushed like that?" Dygta. "Drink first." he thrust the drinking water to Arfan, who then in the man's throat immediately.

"Is the food good?" Dygta then asked.

"Enak." answered Arfan.

"really?"

The man nodded.

"Aaaa .. well, tomorrow I will equip the children with this meal. I adjust to their faces."

"Don't you bother making things like this?" Arfan took his drink again.

"No. I'm glad I did."

"Good." Then they ate together.

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