Beautiful Girl And Man At The End Of Dusk

Kuncoro Maharendra's

The man, Kuncoro, again took a sip of a cigarette in his hand. He looked out the window from the 15th floor of his office.

He got used to it seven years ago, when the household he built was no longer okay. Since he felt his wife no longer supported every step and decision he took.

Kuncoro again sipped the nicotine object, until the toilet for the third time. After he got a call from someone, his mind suddenly messed up, trying to calm down and planning something in his head.

Just as he was about to return to his desk, his assistant barged in, something appeared on his face, the man was anxious, hurriedly approached Kuncoro.

"What the fuck? You think this is your office? What right do you have to go in without knocking on the door, huh? Take your resignation now! I don't want to see an employee like you in my office!" Snarl.

"Ma.... I'm sorry sir, I was forced to because, it's a precarious situation." Wiping the sweat on his forehead, timidly.

Kuncoro raised one eyebrow, trying to guess, but his anger was still not gone.

"Quick say! If it's not as important as you say, I don't want to see you in this office."

His assistant nodded quickly.

"Sorry sir, the company is suddenly in a critical condition, some big investors are pulling their shares from our company, we have done various ways to persuade them, but they still revoke their investment.

Kuncoro rounded his eyes, the man moved from his seat.

The assistant approached, showing some of the data he was carrying and explaining his case.

"A rich young businessman has attracted our investors Sir, he offers much greater profits. The investors are very interested and enthusiastic to work with him."

Plaques

A loud slap was received by the assistant, slumped.

"How dare you praise someone else in front of me, who you are, huh!" Kuncoro's face was red.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to...." Standing back holding her sore cheek.

"You need to remember I'm Kuncoro Maharendra." Patting his chest hard approached towards the assistant.

"Nobody can match my glory, soon that company will fall into my hands, remember that, huh!"

At such a snatch, the assistant could only look down timidly. He knows very well how the character of the company's leader when he is angry.

"Get out, hurry!!" Pointing door.

"Baa... Well sir."

"Hurry up!!"

No need to be told twice, with a quick step the assistant out of the room.

"Aarr!"

Prak

Kuncoro throws a flower vs. the one on the table. Ceramic fragments scattered everywhere.

Bugh

Not content to vent his anger, he kicked the table again. Switch to his desk, throw everything on the table.

In the blink of an eye, the neat office became a mess because of the man's rampage.

"Who is he? How dare he look for trouble with me, he doesn't know who I'm dealing with yet, just look what I'm going to do, aarrgghh!" Hit the table hard.

...

"Good, a little more I'll get what I've been looking for all this time. Soon Kuncoro will come to me by itself." Smiling wickedly, the one he spoke to was no less happy.

"I'm very satisfied with your work, I'll give you a bonus for everything."

"Thank you sir." The man smiled enthusiastically.

Farid nodded, the assistant saying goodbye to return to work.

Once again staring at the file containing the company data of the person he hated, Farid smiled cynically. The man fused his fingers together, making his hand rest on his chin.

"Step by step I'm going to take you down Kuncoro.... Not in a dirty way, because I'm not going to play like your game. I'll get what I'm looking for, and I'll get you and the people behind you punished for what you did to my family."

...

Adnan stared at the night sky from behind the hospital window. Some time ago the people he assigned to search for the existence of Indah contacted him again. Apparently they had already managed to find information on where the girl was now. His heart was so happy when he heard the good news. Those who speak by phone will send you a beautiful address now.

After turning off the phone and receiving a message from his confidant, Adnan was stunned. Information from the message said that Indah was in one city with him at this time and his address, also moved to coincide when he also returned to Indonesia, the man was silent.

Adnan did not expect that he was currently so close to Indah. A feeling of happiness and haru enveloped his heart, but he was confused how to deal with this situation? How to meet him? What if Indah already had someone by her side? Then, what if Beautiful no longer put her heart on him? Maybe even forgot about it? The man was in a dilemma with his own feelings.

"Destiny may be playing with me, by bringing you back here, by bringing me back to this country? Will this story go the way I want it to? Or does fate just want to say that you're not for me."

"What did Adnan think? That's so cheap." Humairah who had spent the dinner brought by her brother then approached, along standing next to him.

Adnan just shook his head slowly, his gaze still staring outwards.

Looking at her brother who continued to look forward, the curious Humairah did the same.

"Don't see what the hell? Look at the other patient's room..." Seductively.

Adnan frowned, his sister was all there was.

"You're careless, you're already there near mom, don't bother brother."

"Ck, mama's still sleeping brother, later I'm disturbing again, so it's better here right." Half whispered near Adnan's ear.

Adnan can only resigned his sister continued to stick to him. But yeah.it's not a problem, maybe Humairah still misses, all this time Adnan came home almost once a year, so it's natural that now Humairah feels happy, at least there is something he can disturb right.

"Humairahs... Do you think it's wrong if we haven't kept the promise we made to ourselves?"

Humairah looked at her brother for a moment.

"What kind of promise, brother?" The girl did not understand.

"When we promise to get something someday, but you're busy trying to delay the promise, you've done it, but you think it's too late." Adnan explained without taking his eyes off.

"If we are able to fulfill it why do we postpone it? Isn't that a promise, a promise is a debt, right? And of course we have to keep it. Sooner or later we realize it's still a thing we have to do, and at least brother has done it, hm."

Adnan nodded. Humairah did not ask back, maybe his brother needs time to tell the thing that now seems to make him a dilemma.

Assalamualaikum gaes, get greetings from the handsome Farid nih.

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