The He Is Abrisam (S1-S2)
(season 2) Part 33

These few days Abrisam is busy with the business he is pioneering. Alex, the head of the motorcycle gang also helped find a suitable place to be a workshop. Two of his motorcycle friends are also willing to work there.

The small business went a bit uneventful these days and now Sam is also preoccupied with the script. Pacing back and forth looking for his supervisor for a consultation.

“Sam!” a person from a considerable distance called out to the man.

Abrisam stopped the bike. He looked back. Emran was coming closer.

“Lo want to go back?” emran asked after raising the glass of his full face helmet.

“You check the workshop first anyway. How is the description lo?”

Emran sighed. His expression turned lethargic, “still until the title.”

“Hah, already a month is still aja.” title

“You how again. I'm coming with you?” emran.

“Solar by aja.” Abrisam is shaking his bike again. They left the campus on their own motorcycles.

Arriving at the workshop they parked the motor in a place that has been provided. Emran was astonished to see Sam workers instead daydreaming staring at the passing vehicle.

“Awas kambet!” chirps Emran resuscitated the two people who were also his friends.

“Sepi really,” complained Sam pulled one seat to sit.

“This, Sam. In the morning, no motorbike stopped by. If it is like this the newly opened workshop can go out of business,” said one of the employees.

Emran patted the thigh of the guy who was talking, “mouthed you if you say so. My friend's efforts. Don't tell me it's dong!”

“Sam ‘kan also my friend.”

Abrisam exhaled violently. He rubbed his face with both palms. He was afraid that he would have to go out of business. Though already using his savings for business capital and will prove that he can succeed without the help of Tomi. It was not as easy as the man thought.

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It's been an hour since Abrisam stared at his laptop screen. Adira from behind the door peeked at her busy husband. He thought of something and left from there.

Adira soon returns with a cup of drink. She walks into the room and approaches Sam at his desk.

When the cup was placed next to him, Sam turned his head, and looked up at his smiling wife.

“You still like milk coffee ‘kan?” Sam nodded slowly. His hands curled to Dira's waist, then pulled the woman's small body until sitting on one of her thighs, “hopefully this cup of milk coffee can relieve your fatigue.”

Adira poked her hand against Abrisam's neck. Looking at the man was very close.

“Seeing your smiling face at me is tired I'm gone.” This man stopped his work temporarily.

“Gombal!” Dira hit Sam's chest slowly.

“That's not gombal.” They look at each other.

“Really?” This woman stroked her husband's chest from the outside with her fingers.

Abrisam nodded while twitching once. A smile was not left behind, he showed. The sign is that he was very honest in expressing it to his wife.

Adira looked at the laptop that was still on. Then he looked at Sam.

“You're still working on the script?” Sam nodded, “but it's late. Let's take a break yuk! Tomorrow you can still finish it.”

Sam looked at the wall clock. It was 11pm and he looked back at Dira.

“You go to sleep first. Tomorrow ‘you have to work again. I'm gonna go on in an hour. Tomorrow should be to the workshop.”

“I want us to sleep together. I'll wait for you.”

“Do not be naughty later you can get sick if you lack sleep. Quickly sleep there!”

The girl shook her head while pouting, “oh yes, what about the workshop? What's more crowded?”

Instantly this man's mouth shuts. His sight lowered.

“What's up, Sam?” asked Adira who felt her husband was sad.

Sam shook his head broken, “workshop quiet, could be closed.”

Adira's heart was filled to hear Sam's story. Because he knew very well the man's struggle to pioneer his independent business.

Adira cupped her husband's cheek and looked up to look at him.

“Don't be so pessimistic, Sam. If your workshop needs additional capital to say the same to me. I have savings for your workshop fund.”

“I don't want to trouble you.”

“Hei Sam! I am your wife. It's hard to be happy we're facing together, baby. I know you won't ask Papi for help, but I'll help you.”

Dira pulls Sam into his arms. This man wrapped both his hands around the girl's waist. The hug always made Sam feel comfortable and excited again.

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“Good morning dear!” greet Adira as Sam walks towards the dining table with a disheveled face and unruly hair.

“Dearly,” reply this man while yawning until his words are unclear.

“This I made breakfast. You eat first before going to the workshop yes.” Sam nodded and sat facing the food served at the dining table, “today you went to campus also?”

Sam shook for a few seconds, then shook his head again.

“I did not go to campus just check the workshop. Continue to go home again to diggerjain sripsi,” is clearly a young man who has eaten his fried rice.

Dira wears a bag to his shoulder. This woman is ready to go.

“I said yes.” Adira stretched out one hand, “after noon, afraid of working late. My boss will be angry.”

Sam gives a right hand, then is shaken by Dira.

“Be careful yes. Go home not night-night.”

Adira stood up straight and pulled her hand back, “as usual. I came home in the afternoon. You spend the breakfast! I cooked this from dawn.”

The girl laughed softly.

“Beres darling. There's nothing left. All I eat.”

“Basic rubber stomach.” Canda Dira, “don't forget to wash the dishes, okay!”

“Siap.”

Adira stepped up to leave Abrisam who was still busy cleaning the breakfast he made.

After his wife Sam do housework from washing dishes, sweeping, mopping, to washing and drying his own clothes. At about 10 a.m., this man had gone out of his house to the workshop.

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