Halal Love of the Senior
Confrontations

Dita finally re-entered the apprenticeship after two days of permission for accompanying Ale who was fussing over teething. Actually for four days he continued with the fruit of his love, but because two days Saturday and Sunday, so not counting permission.

"Morning, sister," he said to Citra, the employee who was in the same room with him.

"Eh, are you in? Kirain wants old permission," cynical Citra.

Dita just smiled in response to Citra. He went straight to his desk.

"It should be you who is working on it. Because you didn't come in, so I had to work on it." Image slammed file on Dita's desk.

Dita gasps. He had just sat down and put down his bag, suddenly Citra was already standing next to his desk with an unpleasant expression.

"Thank you, Brother. Sorry to be troublesome, Citra," he said.

"Grand again, what's all that yet? You are close to Abim and keep asking for permission. Add the work of people only," ketus Citra.

"Yes, after this I check, brother." Dita is still holding back. He just wanted the apprentice not to look for a fuss. He does not know why Citra so jutek, but usually always be friendly. Maybe because Citra has to do its job so so so so. I don't know, he won't take a headache.

Dita saw the file in the map that was thrown Citra. So seriously he did not realize that Abhimanyu was sitting in front of him.

Tok to tok.

Abhimanyu knocked on the table. It was successful in making Dita look up and realize the existence of his guide.

"So seriously, Nin. Howareyou? Is it really healthy?" As usual Abhimanyu always greeted and asked Dita before entering his room.

"Eh, Abim's sister. Thank God I am healthy, brother. It's not me who's sick, but son-" Not finished talking, Abhimanyu has cut it.

"Your brother's son, right. It's nothing, I understand. Your brother must be all busy working, only you are a bit loose-timed. So they're asking you to take care of her child with a fever." Abhimanyu made up his version of the story.

"It's not so, sister, the story," Dita argued.

"I don't care what the story is. What matters is that you're in. I'm glad to see you again. By the way it's noon, I'll go to my room first, Nin." Abhimanyu got up from his seat after seeing the circular watch on his left wrist.

Dita only shook her head as soon as Abhimanyu left her.

"Don't be pretty with Abim" Citra said.

"Who, Brother?" tanya Dita with a plain face.

"Yes, you. There's someone else in this room besides the two of us. You think I'm talking to a wall" replied Citra full of emotion.

"Oh, even though I used to be the same Brother Abim. I am also not good at dressing up like Kak Citra who always looks beautiful. Where do I behave like a pretty ass?"

"Ah, don't belittle you. You checked the file yet, I'm taking you to the boss now."

"A little while, Brother." He refocused on his work.

"I waited five minutes. If more than that, you deliver yourself to the boss," ketus Citra.

"It's been I've checked all, brother." Five minutes later, Dita handed the file to her roommate.

Quickly, Citra snatched the file. Stacked into one with the other file and he walked out of the room.

Dita heaved a sigh of relief as soon as Citra disappeared from her sight. "Astaghfirullah's. Patience, Dit. Patience. Don't get emotional." He stroked his chest repeatedly.

Not only once was Citra being unfriendly to him. Almost every time as if looking for trouble and noisiness with Dita. Just permission to the pantry or toilet, Citra commented various things.

"Nin, lunch yuk," asked Abhimanyu who deliberately came to his room.

"Sorry, Abim. I brought food," refused Dita.

"Well, what a pity. I want to treat you, though. You're free to choose where to eat." Abhimanyu tried to persuade Dita.

"Thank you, Brother. But, there's no need. Dear lunch I can stale if not eaten."

"Why talk about the tract? You didn't invite me, Bim. Tega yes you now," Citra protested.

"Yes, same if Anin does not want to. We eat in front of us. I still have a lot of work to do."

"Ck, kirain I can choose where I am as rich as Dita," Citra grumbled.

"You've been a deal with me a lot, Cit. If Anin had never. So do you want me to buy it in front? If you want to come, if not already." Abhimanyu passed before getting an answer from Citra.

"Yes, I want to. Uh, Abim, wait. Don't stay with me." The image rushed over to Abhimanyu.

Once in the room there was only her own, Dita closed the door. He sat down with his back to the door and looked for a slightly hidden corner. He wears a nursing apron and then pulls out a device to pump the breast milk. Of course she cleans her hands more with wet wipes containing antibacterial before starting the process of pumping breast milk.

In the office where the internship is indeed not available lactation room. There is no way he pumps breast milk in a toilet full of germs even though it looks clean and always fragrant. In the musala is also impossible, because there is only one musala and that is for both men and women. So, he did it in the room when the conditions were quiet, like this time.

After finishing pumping the breast milk and changing the breast pad, he went to the musala to perform Zuhur prayer. After that, just lunch. Dita did deliberately bring food supplies, in addition to healthier, nutritional content is also guaranteed for busui like him. Another reason, so that he can pump the breast out quietly, while the others have lunch outside.

Abhimanyu and Citra have returned from their lunch, as have the other employees. While Dita still spends the fruit while looking at the design of the house that he has made. Make sure the design is in accordance with the requested theme and nothing is lacking.

"Hi, Nin. You're not resting?" asked Abhimanyu as he approached Dita.

"It's okay, brother. It's also a break." Dita showed me the fruit box she was carrying.

"Your food is healthy, yes" Abhimanyu responded as soon as he saw the fruits that Dita brought.

"It's normal, brother. This is also the potluck at home."

"You've only been eating fruit? Don't eat rice?" Abhimanyu was curious.

"Eat the rice, brother. It's a snack." Dita grimaced, feeling a little embarrassed because she seemed to admit to eating a lot. However, it is so, since pregnancy and breastfeeding the desire to eat increased. He also gets hungry easily.

"Oh, I think you are on a rice diet and only eat fruits" commented Abhimanyu.

"Not dieting, brother. Just regulate the food that goes into the body."

Abhimanyu mangosteen heard Dita's answer. "Well, that's good. Sometimes we share something about healthy food."

"Eh, yes, Brother."

"I'll go to my room first. Diligent work yes," said Abhimanyu while encouraging Dita.

"Yes, Brother. Thank you." Thank you."

"Cit, I'm waiting for your report yes" Abhimanyu told Citra before exiting the room.

"What pellet did you wear until Abim was as sweet as you?" accuse Citra after Abim left them both.

"Astaghfirullah, Brother. Do not slander without proof. By Allah, I do not wear as Brother Citra accuses. Please ask Abim why he is like that." Dita defended herself.

"Don't be your holy-sucker. Don't hide behind your broad hijab. I know you're not as nice as people think."

"I am not a sinless saint. But I'm not at all what Citra's accusing me of. Does Citra know that slander is a great sin, even greater than killing?" Dita stared intently at Citra.

"Will not go to heaven people who like to spread slander—."

“Stop, I don't need your talk.” Image cuts Dita's speech. “I'm just kidding, why are you taking it seriously?” connect the image with relax.

“How to joke Brother Citra is not funny. That fall is already slanderous, Kak.”

“It doesn't need to be extended. I'm going to Abim's room, he's waiting for my report.” The image shows the map in his hand. Slowly leisurely left Dita who was still feeling annoyed.

Up outside the room, Citra breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest he was afraid earlier when he saw Dita began to be provoked by his emotions. Moreover, scaring him with sin, making him shudder. He had to be careful now talking to the apprentice. It looks calm, if the fangs come out spooky too.

Citra was envious of Dita who always got Abhimanyu's attention from the first day of the internship. Usually he was the closest to his boss, but now his position was shifted. No matter how close he was to Abhimanyu, never was the man as sweet as Dita.

The peak of his frustration yesterday when Dita was not an apprentice permission, he had to do what Dita should do. Make his job a double. So, this morning she vented her frustration at Dita. He thought Dita would continue to be silent, apparently daring to fight him as well.

Dita continued to say Istighfar after Citra's departure. It was fortunate that Citra came out immediately, otherwise, perhaps she would have made a calculation with the woman. However, he was aware that his position in the office was only an apprentice student. He should be able to guard himself so that there is no confrontation with the employees here. Fear that it will affect its value later.

He had to talk to Abhimanyu in order to keep his distance from him. He does not want people to be misunderstood and slander. His apprenticeship was still halfway through, so wouldn't it be better to avoid any problems that might come about due to improper prejudice from the others. He wanted to spend the rest of his internship calmly.

Dita resumed her work after being calmer. The image also returned to the room in silence. They don't talk to each other when they don't need to. Talking is only about work.

When the clock came home, Abhimanyu went back into the room Dita and Citra.

“You brought me home together, Bim?” ask Citra confidently.

“Neg. I need to be the same Dita.” Abhimanyu's reply made Citra smile wryly.

“Oh, yes already, I go home first.” The image rushed to pick up the bag then stepped out of the room quickly.

“Kak Abim, there need what is same me?” tanya Dita while cleaning her desk.

“You've been picked up, Nin?”

“Iya, Brother. Why?”

“If from tomorrow I take you home how? Let your brother not have to shuttle every day.”

“Oh no need, Brother. It's not my sister, she's su—."

"Your driver is." Abhimanyu cut Dita's words. Bad habits that he always does.

"No, Brother."

"Your boyfriend?"

"No. He's sa—'s husband."

"Stay, Nin. There's a phone." Abhimanyu showed his vibrating gawai, then spoke on the phone.

Dita's done cleaning the table and getting ready to go home. He coded Abhimanyu if he wanted to go home first. However, Abhimanyu prevented it. He wanted to get out of the office along with Dita.

Shortly Abhimanyu was finished. "Let's go home, Nin."

Then they walked together.

"Sister Abim, you better start tomorrow to keep your distance from me."

Abhimanyu. "Why, Nin?"

"I don't want people to misunderstand me, brother. Especially to affect my relationship with employees here because I feel Abim's favoritism."

"Are there people looking for it because of it, Nin? Who's the guy that let me give you a reprimand?" ask Abhimanyu.

Dita shaking. "Nothing, Brother. But, I see it seems like someone is starting to feel like I'm privileged."

"Who? Imagery?" guess Abhimanyu.

"Not." Dita had to lie. He did not want to add to the problem with Citra until Abhimanyu reprimanded him.

"You relax, Nin. Don't take it dizzy. If anyone messes with you, let me deal with it."

Dita sighed. Inviting Abhimanyu to talk to keep his distance from him didn't seem to work.

They were finally in front of the office. Dita looked at the courtyard, where her husband used to park the car while waiting for her. He smiled because Rendra had already picked him up.

"Sister Abim, I go home first. It's been picked up," said Dita.

"Okay, Nin. Be careful on the road. I'll see you tomorrow." Abhimanyu waved at Dita. He kept looking at Dita who was walking away from him.

Rendra was jealous to see his wife talking to a man who seemed to pay more attention to Dita. The moment he got out of the car, his wife had already walked up to him, making him undo his intentions.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas," said Dita as soon as he got in the car. She grabbed the husband's hand and kissed the back.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Rendra flat despite still kissing his wife's forehead.

"Ale's not fussy anymore, is she?" tanya Dita while putting both bags in the back seat.

"No, he was cheerful as always" replied Rendra.

"Alhamdulillah. You eat and drink normally, right?"

"It."

"Mas, why the hell did it come from me when his face was so rich? Instead of welcoming his wife with a smile," protested Dita who felt her husband was different from usual.

"That's okay" said Rendra.

"Don't lie, Mum. I know Mas must be hiding something. Is there any trouble in the cafe? Or at the boutique?"

"Nothing, everything is safely under control. Turnover, sales, production, employees, everything's safe."

"Keep why?"

Rendra silence. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while looking straight ahead. "Who was the guy you were talking to in front of the office?"

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Jogja, 230122 23.05

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