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The Immaculate Love 46

“New home, Mas?”

“Sherin, when did you come?”

Alarick, asked instead of his name, just like Damaresh. Understandably, they are one stream.

“Tadi afternoons?” Sherin wiped her face and looked at the wall clock, past 12 p.m. It turned out that long enough she fell asleep on sofa—an ordinary place, while waiting for the arrival of her husband.

“Why come home this late, Mas?” ask Sherin full of probes. He felt, maybe Alarick had met his son, until it was too late to go home.

“Yes, there is a little problem in the factory,” said the man while opening some buttons shirt the top. His body felt sticky after a day struggling with the problems in the factory.

“What's up, Mas?”

“Some of our products, which are already distributed to some regions, are returned again.”

“Why?” ask Sherin quickly. Instantly the fatigue on his face disappeared, changing the tension.

“The reason is less so obvious.” Alarick shook his head slowly as he took a breath. “I was with the workers were busy checking all the goods, if only there was something undue. And as a result, there is nothing. Because we do produce everything, based on the usual procedures. Nothing is changed or replaced.”

“Then why yes, Mas?”

Alarick just shook his head, while his forehead was furrowing deeply, a sign of being thinking hard.

“Is anyone sabotaging?” sherin guessed with a muttering voice.

Alarick didn't respond. Before the allegation was triggered by his wife, he had already felt it first. It's just that there's no evidence to corroborate the allegations.

“I will rest, tomorrow morning I will go back to check the goods in the factory,” break up Alarik and immediately head to the bathroom to shower and rest.

Sherin immediately followed him from behind saying, “tomorrow, I'm coming, Mas!”

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“Quinsha, can you continue the conversation here?”

“Arfan?”

“Ya, I.”

Quinsha nodded in disarray. He did not not not not know who the young man in front of him, but the way Arfan greeted, did not even start greeting before, it was really not his habit. That's what makes it surprising, to still ask, worried that who stands before him, not really Arfan.

“Which talk, Akhi?”

“Yang was delayed in Darul-Falah.”

Quinsha nodded small. There is still half an hour, from the schedule of Nada Hikam's return.

“Ee—begini, you—you have time or not?” Arfan looked nervous about the question. Even if he seems to regret what has been said.or rather, he feels the sentence is not right

Quinsha stared in wonder. ‘What's with his inner Arfan’. Is it now not just the girl who gets nervous when she meets Arfan? But the young man felt that way too.

At the end of his thinking, Quinsha shook his head slowly. ‘do not think of impossible possibilities, know yourself yes, he has chosen someone else’ Quinsha is busy commemorating herself.

“So, no time huh?”

Gosh darn. It turned out that Arfan misunderstood, after seeing Quinsha shaking her head slowly.

“Bu-not. Not so, Akhi,” error Quinsha fast. “so actually there is a need what?” tanyanya.

“I want to take you to my home now,” says Arfan.

“You take me home? Now?” Unbelieving what was heard, Quinsha repeated Arfan's remarks, which ended with a big question mark.

“Ya,” firmly Arfan.

“For what needs?” quinsha asked after finding solemnity on Arfan's face.

“Meet my parents and my other family .. so I want to introduce you to my family. You come with me, I use the car.” Arfan spoke in a hurry while occasionally looking at his watch, as if he was being chased by time.

Missed by Arfan Quinsha's startled expression over all of her utterances. The girl was still looking closely at each sentence Arfan, following to find out what he meant. And the handsome man gave no time to ask.

“I beg you, you can come along yes, this is very important,” pinta Arfan even to unite both hands in front of the chest, forming a very plea. And all that made Quinsha's head make a nod as a form of approval, whereas in his heart, still demanding an explanation of all the intentions and goals of Arfan.

“Thank you, thank you yes,” haru Arfan even to bend half his body while smiling happily.

“My car is there! Wait a minute ya.” And without waiting for an answer from Quinsha, Arfan rushed to the 90s sedan type car.

Quinsha chose to sit in the back, while Arfan in the driver position. The man did not seem to mind his position now as if as a Quinsha driver. The journey is passed with silence. Arfan focuses on the road that will be passed by the car at a high enough speed. And in hindsight, Quinsha was busy questioning her own attitude which agreed to be invited by the man of her heart to come home, without knowing what her true intentions and goals were.