NAYA SARANGHAE'S
The Naya Saranghae Part 29
(ARDIAN PV)
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Because you ...
It is a multivitamin for me ...
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"Mom don't make a fuss in the office, yeah!" i, warn.
"We'll see!"
I always had a bad feeling that my mother had a smile on her lips. A man as great as father just gave up on controlling him. It seems that I myself will not be able to.
"Hey, what about the girl you're dating?"
I was shocked when I heard Mom's question.
"You're still crazy about him? You have a wife, you know. Anyway, she's your father's wife now. You don't feel sorry for Naya?"
It was strange to hear that question from my mother. Am I not the same as it seems?
"Do you think your mother has no right to give you such advice?" the canal.
"What?!" A mother always has a very sharp feeling. "Bu-not that."
"Ardian, aren't you curious about that erased memory of yours?" Mom looked at me with her eagle eyes. "Everything about your wife that you've forgotten, don't you feel curious?"
"My relationship with Naya is not as serious as I thought" I said. "Again, it's impossible if we were really close before."
"Why do you think that?" look at the 52-year-old woman but look like the 35-year-old.
"Because we never loved each other."
"What if you fell in love with her?"
"What?!" my peek.
"Didn't when you lost your memory a few years ago, you've forgotten things that you thought were important? If everything about Naya is erased from your memory, doesn't that mean she's important enough to you?"
Of importance? The naya?
That's what I keep asking. Why is everything about Naya erased? Is that important to me? Surprisingly, I didn't even feel anything when I was with him. If he was important to me, there should be a different feeling when we were close together or at the very least, I would miss him a little.
"Ardian, what if your sister likes him too?"
"What?!" A smile fell on my mother's lips as she uttered a sentence that slightly tickled my ears.
"Hahaha .. Why are you guys like this, anyway?" Mom seemed to be chuckling. "Why do you have to repeat what happened to your mother and father?"
"Nobody wants to repeat it." I chimed in his words a little harshly. "Again, I won't let Ardito take Naya away from me."
"Why?"
"Why?!" my peek. "Of course it's because he's mine."
"That's so selfish," mummified mother.
"Mother is more selfish than I am" I said. "Mom would even rather take her away and leave me with dad. How horrible!"
The woman next to me was silent. I'm always curious because he prefers Ardito over me. It seems that I have no meaning for my mother. Since I was a child, I was a source of trouble. There is no such thing as pride or accomplishment as my brother. Just a shame because of how often I got him called to school for my mischief.
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GLORY
"Is Juan Benedict Lim in his room?" I approached my father's secretary.
"Oh, Miss Irene? Sorry for not recognizing you." The man bowed his body in front of his mother.
"Luck it! Is my ex-husband in his room?"
"Yes. Please enter!"
A semi-glass door in front of him. Foot level with heels 10 cm it stepped into the room of the director.
"Long time no see, Juan Benedict Lim."
"Irene?!"
Mother grinned at the surprised expression of her ex-husband.
"What are you doing here?" ask dad.
"Hem?"
Mom walked closer to him. He pulled a chair in front of his desk and sat down with his legs crossed.
"I don't want to argue with you. Just tell me what you're coming here for!" furious dad.
"Hey, come! Why haven't you changed at all?" Mom folded her hands on Dad's desk. "You're a little tense, aren't you seeing your ex-wife again?"
"Irene!" exclaim father.
"Hahaha .. just relax! I'm not gonna make a fuss. No need to worry!"
Mother got up from her seat. He walked towards the closet where the books and archives of the company were.
"By the way, did you do Ardian any harm?"
"What do you mean talk like that?!" shouting father.
"Hey, Juan!" She walked over to her ex-husband. Retracting a red tie that coiled around the neck of the father until their faces close together. "I'm warning you, yeah! I approve of you bringing Ardian, it's because I had to. If anything happens to her, you'll be finished in my hands. I will not hesitate to destroy you. You understand?!"
"Crazy!" The hand of the woman squeezing the tie. "You promised not to enter Ardian's life again and you must keep that promise! Also tell Ardito not to interfere with the company's affairs! I don't like him involving Ardian with crazy things."
"Hem? That's the business of the children, not my business" said the mother in a mocking tone. "Again, I love seeing them get along. I even really wish they could destroy you."
"Irene!" shouting father.
"Hahaha .. don't be so angry, get old soon!" syndicated mother. "Although you have a much younger wife, if you look so old, what's the point? Take good care of your young wife! Maybe he's having an affair with someone you never expected. Ahhaha ..."
"Crazy woman!"
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"Your mom's gone?" ask Dad, when I entered his room.
"Yes. Did you make dad high blood again?"
The dashing man in front of me seemed to throw an annoyed face when he heard my half-mocking question.
"Don't bring him here again, I don't like it!" snarl.
"Say it yourself! Dad, you know for yourself that you can't manage" I replied as I sat in front of him. "What did you call me here?"
"Dad wants to tell you that Mr. Henry refused to make the cover of Riani's book."
"What?!" my peek. "How come? He, did you say you wanted that time?"
"That's your fault" Dad said. "Why didn't you make a contract with him? Take responsibility now!"
"Haiiish, shit!"
"Come to him! If necessary, beg him to cooperate with you!" said father.
"Here you go, let's find someone else!"
"See this!" Dad handed me a piece of paperwork. "Henry Santro's name is in the contract you made with the writer Riani. You want to make the company lose by violating the contract you have made yourself, huh?!"
Damnit damnit! There seemed to be no other way but to persuade him directly. I didn't like him very much in the first place. He was a book cover maker who seemed to be alone, famous and long hapless in the world of literacy. Dealing with a human model like this makes my brain more wrinkled.
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20.45 WIB
"Why is your face so wry?" naya asked while giving me a cup of coffee.
"Thank you" I said, refocusing on the laptop in front of me.
"Is there a problem in the office?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Did? Seriously? So tumben!" yells.
"The name is also living. Naturally, dong got into trouble," I replied accordingly.
"God! Hearing your answer I got goosebumps," grumbled Naya. "Eh? Isn't that a picture of Henry Sastro?"
"You know him?" I was quite surprised by Naya's reaction when I saw me browsing about the elders in that literacy world.
"of course. He was Rahmi's patient a few years ago."
"What?!" my peek. "What is true?"
"Truly, really," he answered convincingly. "I've even been to his house to take drugs."
"Seriously?!" I jumped in shock.
"Two rius" answered Naya.
Whoa! It's a wonderful surprise. Looks like I have a good idea to apply for cooperation with that annoying fellow.
"Oh, Naya!" I hugged my wife. "Although every day you are as bitter as cyanide coffee, but sometimes you give me a lot of energy that is perfect like vitamin B Complex. Hahaha ..."
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