Love at the End of Prostration
CHAPTER (6)

~Daffiq~ Busy

In a room designed with a modern interior Daffiq sat in front of his laptop. He began to open one by one the existing financial statements. After finishing with his laptop he began to collate one by one the proposal signatures that proposed cooperation with his company.

Until the time shows 12 noon. Suddenly the secretary and his right hand, assistant Hans, came over.

"Excuse me sir, it's time to rest. Do you need me to order a meal?"

Hans' assistant asked with a heart, afraid that he might offend Daffiq.

"Message me lunch and bring black coffee without sugar"

Daffiq replied coldly without looking at Hans one bit.

"Okay sir, excuse me"

Pamit Hans's assistant.

Daffiq just nodded without looking or answering. Loosening the neck tie, Daffiq walked towards the sofa in the room. Then he sat his butt in the sofa and closed his eyes.

"It has been ten years that I have been able to discover your existence... Where are you now??? Do you not miss me little girl.." inwardly Daffiq exhaled violently.

With big steps Daffiq walked towards the bathroom for ablution. Although he was a successful businessman and wealthy, but he never forgot his duty as a Muslim. When he finished taking ablution he immediately walked into the private room in his room. He immediately prayed dzuhur. When he finished he immediately went back out of the room, there was Hans' assistant waiting.

"Sir, the food is ready, please enjoy"

Report Hans.

"Yes, you can go out"

Answer Daffiq flatly.

Hans' assistant immediately left the boss' room. Daffiq began to eat the food ordered by Hans voraciously.

Without waiting for a long time the food on the table has been eaten. Daffiq began to resume his work which was delayed due to the break. Daffiq carefully read the existing proposals and reports. Until he was startled by the sound of his hp ringing.

"drt drt...."

But Daffiq did not care about it, Daffiq deliberately turned off his phone so that no one would disturb him.

Until finally there was the sound of the door of his room being knocked on by someone.

"Excuse me sir, can I come in...?"

"Yes!"

Answer Daffiq flatly.

"Sorry sir, Mr. Zakky called me to give you this phone call"

Without waiting, Daffiq took Hans' assistant.

"Assalamu'alaikum what's going on?!"

Tanya Daffiq to the point.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat.... You little boy!! This is how you honor people older than you!"

Grandpa Zakky replied with a fierce defeat.

By exhaling his coarse breath he dampened his emotions.

"Yes kek, I'm sorry what happened during the day Daffiq called"

Answer Daffiq in his lazy tone.

"When do you come home? Don't stay in the country of people too long"

Ask grandpa Zakky.

"God willing next week, if there are no obstacles"

Daffiq.

"So you lied to me again! Like last year. I'll take you off the aydr company's heirs list"

Strict grandfather because he was afraid of being lied to by his only grandson like last year who in fact did not come home until this year.

In the heart of Daffiq just swear it is clear.

"Yes, Daffiq promised to go home"

Eventually the call stopped with Daffiq's final decision to return to Indonesia. It felt like he was ready to return to the country, because many past wounds were still attached to his memory. Even making Daffiq a more arrogant person and touched by anyone. Still vividly remembered the events of ten years ago, every time he remembered her tears just flowed away. Since then he decided to live abroad precisely in Amsterdam Netherlands. Daffiq only occasionally visited Indonesia because it was urged by his grandfather.