Miss Coollant Mr. Sangkang
29. EVERY WORD IS PRAYER

"How's Zafia doing back then, San?" ask Kartika to Santi.

The view of Kartika looks sad at that time. That beautiful girl must be very sad. No way not.

"Miss looks normal at the airport. But, previously Miss Zafia had grieved when she was in residence. According to Bagas' story, Miss had a chance to cry in her room."

Huh! A long sigh could be heard coming out from Kartika's mouth.

"Why Zafia should feel what I feel, San. Is this karma?"

Kartika was back to shed her tears. It is sad to talk about karma.

"Madam, it's not good that Madam talks like that. Because every word is a prayer. We better pray that Miss Zafia can let go of her problems. Let us not rely on karma. Even though karma exists. But, we can also expect good karma rather than bad karma."

Santi tried to remind also comfort his mistress. Kartika smiled at Santi's words. At least the girl always gave him words that could calm him down.

"Thank you very much, Santi. Because you always remind me."

Santi nodded his head.

"Just reminding the lady. To keep thinking positively. Remember the health of the lady. Don't think too hard. Always think positive. To stay young and stay beautiful."

Santi slightly showed a smile as he glanced at his mistress from the rearview mirror. Kartika chuckled at Santi's words.

"I'm old, San. Don't make words to tease me."

Santi smiled faintly again.

"Madam, age cannot dampen one's spirit. Age can increase. The face can turn into wrinkles.

"But, the soul must remain as vibrant as a young child. Can't recede or shrivel."

Kartika Laughter really broke right then and there. Santi laughed lightly.

"You could have, San. Fortunately you worked with me. I've been comforting at sad times like this."

Huh! Breathing came out of Kartika's mouth.

"Mrs. I am very happy to entertain Madam. There is no need to hesitate if Madam wants to share with me. I'll be happy to listen."

Santi spoke while reviewing a smile.

"Thank you very much, San. I'll think about it."

Kartika replied with a joke. Kartika already considers Santi like her own sister. Because the girl never did anything while working with him. Santi is also not very familiar with men. If asked why. Santi always replied, she was traumatized by men. Because his father used to be violent. Both against him and his late mother.

"I also thank you, because the Madam has recruited me to be a servant by the Madam's side."

Kartika clucked, the woman did not like when she heard Santi calling herself a servant.

"I've said it a few times. Never call yourself a servant. You are my assistant. Cooler still more you also doubles as my bodyguard. Remember, Santi! Never lower yourself in front of others.

"So that we are not looked down upon by them."

Kartika spoke in a firm voice. It makes Santi feel like she has a mother. The feeling of longing for his mother was again present in the girl's mind. Kartika noticed from the reflection of the rearview mirror.

"Did you miss someone?" ask Kartika.

"I always miss my mother. When he heard the advice of the Madam."

Santi answered honestly. A thin smile was painted on the girl's lips. Kartika just remembered, if Santi no longer has a mother. The girl in front of him was forced to be a firm and firm figure. Because of his family's harsh circumstances. The family economy is minimal. It makes Santi grow into a strong girl.

"I'm sorry, Santi. I must have made your heart sad."

Kartika rubbed the back of the girl who was driving.

"Mrs don't be like that. I'm used to it like this. I will miss my mother very much. If I don't hear the advice of the Madam."

Santi laughed, making Kartika give him a soft clap.

"So, can my babbling reduce your longing?" tanya Kartika chuckled.

"Not just cut back, ma'am. But more than that. My longing for the mother figure can be treated. When getting the advice and also the babble that the Madam gave me."

Santi honestly told Kartika what he felt.

Santi nodded with a smile.

"I'm ready to carry out my orders, ma'am. Whenever the Madam needs."

Kartika chuckled at hearing that.

"Book tickets for the flight later tonight. We're going back to Jakarta."

"Okay, Madam."

Submissively, Santi nodded.

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Meanwhile, Zafia who had become the talk of Kartika and his assistant. The girl just got home from college. Zafia enters her apartment lethargic. Mayra who was in front of the television frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Without lingering, Mayra immediately reprimanded her sister. Zafia sat down next to Mayra.

"I met Arsha. It turns out they live in one of the same apartment units as us" said Zafia.

"really?"

Mayra was surprised to hear Zafia's reply. It seems Mayra is too careless. Until they realize that they live in the same building as the woman named Arsha.

"Did you guys fight?"

Zafia nodded.

"Little bit. Just arguing a few words. After that I left. Because I don't want to see Ardian either."

Mayra nodded in agreement with Zafia's actions.

"So, Ardian was also with that woman? Not thinking if they were still here," Mayra shook her head softly.

"Arsha says they're all on vacation. But because Ardian met me. Make their holiday show messed up."

Wrinkles were clearly imprinted on Mayra's forehead. Wonderful to hear the story that Zafia told.

"That woman told you that?" ask Mayra.

"The woman's name is Arsha, May."

Zafia told Mayra quite clearly. Because I thought Mayra didn't remember Arsha's name.

"Yes, I know. But I was lazy to say his name. Want to mention 'the girl', she is definitely no longer peraw*n. For what, mending called it 'the woman'. I'm lazy to call a cheap woman's name."

Mayra spoke in an indifferent tone. It's obvious that Mayra doesn't like Arsha. The woman who stabbed Zafia in the back. Betraying the sister that Mayra loves.

"How can a girl still be a peraw*n. When you've had sex with a man."

Zafia muttered softly in response to Mayra's words. The girl seemed to have recalled the hot video of the two traitors.

"I'm really disgusted by both of them" Zafia said.

The pain was again present in Zafia's heart. Disbelief in the betrayal of the lover and his best friend, back across. Bring that pain back.

"If disgust does not need to be remembered constantly. Just torture yourself."

Mayra rebuked her sister with a hint of cynicism.

"I've tried, May. But sometimes those memories come up all of a sudden. Just crossed my head. What should I do and how?"

Zafia seems frustrated with herself. He also wants to forget all his problems. Started all over. But in fact Zafia had to meet them again. The people who betrayed him.

Tok ... tok ....

The door of their apartment unit suddenly knocked. Zafia and Mayra looked at each other.

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