Asti Girl Carrying the Curse
Chapters 186. Waking Up Some Kind of Sleep
" Where are we going, Mom?" ask Leon.
" We take the kids for a walk and play to the mall first! We're still in town...Kasian they just wait in the parking lot .... While his mother was shopping for the needs of the store a bit long!" Said Leon diplomacy.
The two cars had walked together to a large parking lot. That area is in front of a magnificent building with the words Paragon Mall.
Asti actually does not intend to go around this city anymore. Especially for a walk. Although since marrying again and having a baby, the opportunity to come to this city has been very rarely done . In fact, he had wanted to lay down his tired body with a long enough sleep.
" Let the kids have some fun first!" ask Leon to ask Asti to get out of his car.
Pak Cakra instead took Akbar, followed by Mbak Putri. Dimas helps Bu Jum hold the stroller Qani. The group has moved into this large and magnificent mall building. They walk from one floor to another using escalators or staircases. Puspita joined the group in front of him with the Princess.
" You're not feeling well, Yang?" whispered Leon, who continued to hold Asti's hand behind the family entourage. Leon's fingers squeezed Asti's cold palms.
"I am not tired of the body also after the shopping event, also tired of heart!"
Leon looked at Asti's gloomy face. Almira's disorder is getting longer and more furious. Did the girl have a slight psychiatric disorder?
" We'll show Almira where she deserves to be!"
The low voice of Leon's speech, still had also been heard by Asti. " I mean Leon Mas, what is this?"
" He played as a Victim play, to some of his best friends... But this time, he will no longer be able to manipulate others. We have to face it together - together..."
Children love to be taken to the playground. Puspita and Putri keep Akbar who is trying various rides toys are quite widely available there ... Until Akbar yelled happily as he rather lingered in the ball bath arena. While Dimas and Pak Cakra sat on the waiting bench provided outside the playground. Qani who had been lowered from his stroller, by Bu Jum, was engrossed in crawling everywhere because the floor was layered with a base like a soft rubber carpet.
Dimas looked at Mr. Cakra, because all this time they were taking care of Mr. Leon with Damar.
" It looks like Mr. Leon wants to meet Almira with Madam Asti! The woman was getting reckless, she used her best friend's fiance to monitor Mr. Leon's activities.." Said Mr. Cakra slowly.
" It seems that mental hospital treatment is faster for a half-crazy woman like Mrs Almira then, yes. Sir!"
Mr. Cakra nodded in agreement. " In fact, I was the first to have a crush on Almira, Dim... But the young woman only looked one eye at me. Because he was after the boss, not his assistant. I was disappointed and a little disappointed at first. What is the meaning of Yusnardi Horizon, without Leon Narendra Murti. I'm just a stone of times...."
Dimas just gulped. He just joined work, this year with Mr. Leon. After her father retired from his job to become the personal driver of Ibu Mesya in Semarang. It was the woman who asked her sister to hire Dimas, after she completed her education at an SMK and D2 college automotive machinery department in the city.
" So, who proposed to Mbak Almira to join the creation team at the housing exhibition in Semarang, Pak Cakra?"
" Yes, that's how it is... I need to know myself... Moreover, the boss' ex-wife was also very bar-bar... They do not want to be divorced unilaterally... Even if the Boss wants to disclose the affair of his wife with an official. Could be the stirrings of the martial world!"
" It's not ordinary, Mr. Cakra! If the office likes to play girls and have an affair... They have money and jobs, anyway!"
" Not really! If the one who cheated on it was the wife of the person, like Mr. Leon! Only, Leon gave up a lot... But because the divorce was taken care of by a reliable lawyer, Corinne's mother did not dwell. He's approved all the Boss's lawyers' demands. Rather than the name of the official being published to the mass media, they would bear a lot of embarrassment. Turns out the man turned away from Corinne's mother after the divorce was over..."
" Do we see, Dim? It seems that the report of the restaurant manager's mother, made Mr. Leon shocked as well... I don't know if Almira used her friend's kindness to know all about Mr. Leon's activities. Including the business meeting!"
Sure enough, across from the children's play area there is a kind of waiting room for parents that is quite free. There are also several mini cafes and hawker centers with more privacy for visitors just unwind.
Asti resigned alone, when held by Leon headed to a rather quiet hangout at the end of the building to the west. They had left the children to their caretakers, as well as Puspita, Pak Cakra and Dimas.
The group of hijab-wearing women was stunned when Kak Qosim welcomed the arrival of Mr. Leon and his wife. They are now sitting face to face at a large table, like a table for a harmonious family meal!
" I'm Leon and this is my wife, Asti. At the restaurant I didn't get to introduce my family 'cause I was afraid to interrupt the point of our meeting..."
Leon's voice had made the three hijab-wearing women bow. Especially the woman with the big blue hijab navi with her black niqab.
" I'm Qosim Maulana Jamaluddin, ma'am... We have long wanted to join the project that Mr. Leon pioneered in Sekarwangi village..." Said the man who looked like a young ustaz. His face looked pious and shady. He said soft and smooth.
Asti just clenched her hands in front of her mouth, welcoming the greetings of her husband's business partner. Even though he wore a hijab, but all the rules and teachings of his religion try to fix everything.
" This is Nurwati Fatimah, my future wife. God willing, if there is a soul mate we want to formalize your relationship in marriage next year!"
The brown hijab-wearing woman was getting bowed. He knew he was wrong to attack Asti who had been targeted by Almira when they met at a Javanese restaurant this afternoon.
" Again, I'm sorry! Our business, Mas Qosim on the basis of mutual trust and mutual respect, right? On what basis did your fiancee hit my wife earlier in the restaurant and confessed that she knew Asti... Whereas he just met my wife now?"
" What do you mean, Mr Leon?"
" Yes, if your fiancee has started looking for things with my family ... We better put off the business we're going to do... Matter is what we pursue in this partnership. But the peace of life of my wife and children is, above all!"
The man named Qasim was increasingly in disbelief when Leon sent the CCTV footage that Mr. Cakra had requested from the restaurant manager...The footage was taken from a corner of the mushola used for praying on the part of women.
" What the fuck are you, Nur! Still believe in the words of Almira who is like that trash! If this cooperation does not go well, do not expect me to marry you ... There you choose and defend always, Almira. I'm retreating!"
The man sounded very angry. While hitting the wooden table was strong - strong. " I'm sorry, Mr. Leon... I just found out from Mr. Cakra's email... It turns out that the thorn in Mr. Leon's household is my fiance's best friend!"
Leon looked at the group of women. It seemed that the woman in brown hijab was already crying, as it appeared that she had rubbed her eyes many times. While the woman who wore a black veil several times looked at Leon who did not care about his presence at all.
" Let Mr. Leon... I'm gonna throw this thing out. Please consider this collaboration. Because this is the mandate of Mursyidi's late grandfather who used to live in Madiun..." Said Mr. Qosim steady.
" Well, it's actually just a woman's business. But I don't like the way you guys dropped Asti mentally! Remember Almira, who you attacked was a sick Asti, with her troubled pregnancy due to the intrigue you made! Please don't peek at my business activities anymore!" Said Leon sharply.
" I don't care if I have to fight a pious woman though! Especially if his heart is rotten and his inner eyes are filled with an unnatural obsession. Mas Qasim, save this tape later, yes! I need evidence to report it to the authorities. For I will report the woman's actions, which were less pleasant also stalking my family life! Thanks though. Assalamualaikum!"
The young man, called Mas Qosim, escorted Asti and her husband away. Near the stairs the escalator went down already waiting for their families. There were his two assistants, Mr. Leon, his two children who were toddlers and three other women with them.