NAYA SARANGHAE'S
The Naya Saranghae Part 30
(ARDIAN PV)
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Don't look at a book ...
Only from the cover ...
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"This is really his house, Nay?"
"hey are. Me, I told you I've been here. Come inside!"
A large house with a very large yard. We had to walk a long way to reach the main house that has classical Greek architecture.
"Guk ... guk ...!"
"Yes greetings!"
"What, anyway, Ardian?!"
"That's .. there!" I pointed at a dog while struggling on Naya.
"And only dogs in cages" said Naya.
"Birds of the cage!" I growled while holding his arm. "The road is a bit flabby, I'm afraid!"
"Badan aja gede. Raise the gallon can't, the dog in the cage is scared. What do you think, anyway? Not useful!"
"What did you say?!" my peek. "Hey, I'm the editor-in-chief who publishes the works of great writers. Thanks to my cold hands, their books became best sellers and worldwide. There is nothing that can not be done by an Ardian Benedict Lim who is handsome as a Korean actor. Understand, you?!"
"Hem? Masa'?" his lips. "To persuade the cover book maker, you're still asking for my help."
"Hey, that's a different matter!" shame on me, holding in shame.
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"Who are y'all? Why the noise in my house?"
"Nature!" myrag.
A man in his 50s with a fairly shabby appearance, suddenly appeared behind us.
"Who are you?" ask the man.
"Is the owner of this house at home?" my many.
"Home owner?" He asked back.
"Ardian, he is ..."
"Sir, I have to meet him. So, please call your boss, as soon as possible!" my door.
"Boss?!" his screeches.
"Yes, the owner of this house, the boss sir." I made clear my words.
The man seemed to squint his eyes and observe me, as well as Naya.
"Ardians." Naya pulled my arm. "He is ..."
"What's your name?" ask her.
"I? Why do I introduce myself to all of you? I have a very urgent and important need with this homeowner. I need to meet him right now!"
"I asked you, what's your name?" ask the old man.
"Ardian," I answered with pride.
"Ardian who? Not famous," he murmured.
"What?!" my peek. "Ardians. My name is Ardian Benedict Lim, editor-in-chief of Glorya's publishing office."
"Glorya said?"
The man looked back at me from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.
"Hem!" He seemed to nod his head. "Go!"
"W-what?! What does that mean?"
"I said, get out of here!" he exclaimed as he passed towards the door of the magnificent main house.
"Wait a minute! Don't be so happy, yeah!" myrag. "What right do you have to kick me out of here? All I want to meet is your employer. Why did the gardener dare to drive away the master's guest? The world is turned upside down."
"Ardian, watch your talk!" Naya whispered to me but I didn't care.
"Gardener? Me?!" The man looks upset. "Basic, young people don't know themselves! Go there! Go!"
"Eh? Holy hooch! What the fuck?!"
The old man swung the broomstick in his hand at us, while continuing to shout.
"Wait a minute!" I held the gate that was about to close. "Why are you being so disrespectful? We are guests of this house. We should be respected, dong!"
"If a young man with no manners like you can't respect me, why would I respect you, huh?!" snapped it.
"What does that mean?"
"Well?!"
Along with the loud noise of the slammed door, my heart was slammed instantly, in great shock.
"Nay, in-she ... she's that ..."
"Henry Sastro!" sahut Naya's.
"It's over!" Then my body rested on the gate of the magnificent house.
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All my body feels weak when I remember the absurd incident in the house of the cover book maker. I'm still amazed. The figure of a shabby man, messy hair, makeshift clothes, unkempt beard and mustache. Is that really the figure of a famous person in the world of literacy? It doesn't really make sense.
"Have it, don't keep thinking! The membranes of your brain can explode later" said Naya, sitting next to me. "Drink, let your heart be good!"
Scratch a glass of orange juice from his hand and I gulp while leaning on the soft sofa of my apartment.
"Why didn't you tell me the gardener was Henry Sastro?"
"He's not a gardener" Naya said. "After all, I've repeatedly coded you, you're the insensitive."
"Haiiish ... what the fuck is that?!"
It's no secret that an unapproachable Henry Sastro type and I made things worse. How stupid of me.
"Will you try coming to her again?" ask Naya.
"It looks like it's gonna be hard."
"That's obvious" said Naya. "You've insulted him so much."
"Hey, I didn't do it on purpose!" my yelling.
"Although unintentionally also your words are passing. Holy hooch! You never eat in school, talk that hard to your parents."
"I never ate at school. Why are benches eaten? There are also those who sit down" I murmured.
"Hahaha ... What the hell is your talk?" naya's Laughter. "Eh, why did that Henry Santro refuse to cooperate with you?"
"Eitherway. That's what I want to ask you too. If the payment is less, just say. I'll definitely add to it."
"Ehm .. so curious."
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PUBLISHING OFFICE
I am still very curious about the arrogant figure of the cover book maker. Some of the old archives in which written data of clients who have worked with us were forced to dismantle. There should be a CV of Henry Sastro here, considering that he has been passing by a lot at the Glorya publishing office.
"Nothing's wrong. All this time even he worked well together. He's a very professional man." I looked at old data belonging to Henry Sastro that I managed to find. "What caused him to refuse my cooperation this time? Looking at the royalties for the earlier books, it doesn't seem to be because of the money. So why?"
It was inevitable that the old man made me a little uneasy. I almost lost this company because of my greedy uncle. If until this time I make the office lose money, my uncle will be easier to raise his shares and make this office his.
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ARDIAN APARTMENT
"Nay, make me a bit bitter coffee, dong!" I called out while taking off my shoes at the door.
"Ardian, take a look at this!" Naya pulled me to the couch. "You must have passed out if you saw this."
"What?"
"That!"
I grabbed Naya's laptop, which was browsing a news agency's website.
"What year is this?" my many.
"About 20 years ago."
A news story about the author Riani who some time ago signed a contract with me. Old news that reviews the author's marriage that was forced to be canceled because her future husband had an accident. They decided to separate because the man had to undergo intensive care at one of the hospitals in Germany. While Riani herself, prefers to go to Australia to continue her study.
"What news, huh? No quality," I murmured.
"Check out.. Look at that photo!" furious Naya.
I scrolled down the news page. A photo of writer Riani and a man beside her. They look young. Probably the same age as me and Naya right now.
"What's so weird?" my many.
"The man next to her" pointed to Naya. "You don't know him?"
"Who?" I refocused on the picture of the man beside that Riani. "He ... seems to ..."
"Hem? How's it?
"Henry Santro?!" myrag. "Crazy! Is this really him?"
Naya nodded while smiling meaningfully at me.
"Now we have found the root of the problem" Naya said. "I have an interesting idea that might go a little crazy. Hahaha ..."
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