BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

118. I'm Without you

Let alone achieving sales targets, even the lowest type of house no one can be marketed by Nadia in the past month.

Danindra has taught him how to look at the market opportunities. Danindra has also taught him some marketing strategies.

There was nothing wrong with all the theories Danindra had put to him. It was just that he had limitations, was unable to carry them out.

He has not been able to work professionally because he still prioritizes taking care of Glor rather than working. Like Bimasena's message to him.

Many times he met with prospective buyers, but nothing worked. In fact, it feels just a flirtatious om-om mode that wants to invite him to lunch that end-up teasing him or asking him out.

This is how it is to be a widow, and even more so to have children. The assumption that has developed so far is that women are considered weak, need protection, and affection. So that widows are considered easier to flirt and easier to digaet. Negative assumptions about a widow that have been spreading for a long time.

It is not easy to become an Independent Property Marketing. The beginning of his career as a marketing man, all smoothly. He gets a lot of commission. But what he got was all related to Bimasena.

Bimasena bought the penthouse through him. Likewise, the apartment rental for TKA (Foreign Labor) FreddCo Energy was also Bimasena interference. Generating a lot of coffers and thickening his account in an instant.

But once Bimasena is detained in Venezuela, everything becomes heavy. He realized that it was not only his heart that the man had taken. Likewise with his power.

Now he is driving to one of the new housing owned by developer Danindra. He has an appointment to meet Mr. James. He met James once. How many today also speak by phone. Mr. James plans to indent a house in one of these housing estates. I hope his trip this time will pay off.

He waited for Mr. James in front of the model house.

A few minutes later a Honda CRV car stopped in front of the model house, and the man awaited it down from the car.

From his stature and face, he guessed Mr. James was around fifty years old.

After greeting Mr. James kindly, he invited Mr. James into the sample house, went around and explained the house.

"Modern minimalist home concept Mr. James. The rules are simple and efficient. Building size sixty square meters. Good for a small family."

He felt uncomfortable when explaining, because Mr. James gave a mysterious look to him. Look at it from top to bottom.

He immediately turned his back to Mr. James because he felt uncomfortable. Walk in front of James and explain.

"What is interesting in this housing is because it carries the concept of a grand, green and beautiful residence. Close to toll road access, mall and business district."

But a hand wrapped around his waist from behind shocked him greatly.

"Deliver!" he tried to let go of Mr. James's hand on his waist that was hugging so tightly. Panic peaked in his chest as he felt the man's lips touch his back neck, burning the skin.

Either the push from where his feet moved stomped on Mr. James's feet hard, so Mr. James groaned and loosened his arms.

The opportunity was used by him to break away from Mr. James.

"Please treat people with courtesy, sir," he insisted on Mr. James with a hunting breath. He took a few steps from James.

"Nadia, relax. We made a deal." Mr. James opened the clutch bag the man was holding and took out a pile of red-colored money.

"Take me tonight, and this is for you," bargained Mr. James to show him a pile of money in his grasp, stepping closer to him.

Make the blood boil.

For the first time a man humbled his self-esteem falling to the nadir.

"You think I'm pe la cur? I'm here to sell the house, not sell myself? Understand!" his voice began to rise, his hands forming fists.

I don't know since when he had the courage to fight men. Even when fighting with Tristan first he was more silent than words. At the height of the anger, he could only cry.

He immediately left James. But his arm was intercepted.

"Don't be Nadia's hypocrite, you need money and need warmth" muttered Mr. James, pulling her and trying to kiss her.

So that his hand moved reflexively drifting into the old man's cheek.

James stopped his action and looked at him sharply. Unexpectedly, Mr. James' hand gave a reply, drifting down his cheek, spreading heat and pain on his cheek as well as on his heart.

Crying, he ran out of the house holding his cheek. As soon as he reached his parked car by the roadside, his hand opened the bag. Shaking and crying, he fumbled through the bag looking for his car keys.

A man standing not far away from her approached her.

"What's up, Ma'am?" ask the man.

Sobbling he pointed to the example house, "The man inside the house is brash," he replied.

As soon as he got the car keys he immediately got on top of the car. His eyes saw the man who approached him enter the example house before he drove his vehicle away from the house.

******

Nadia looked at her son who was soundly asleep with pushy eyes. The pain in the cheek from Mr. James's slap this afternoon was no longer visible. But the pain in his heart has not been lost due to the actions of the abuse experienced.

This incident brought fear to him. Traumatize him to market the house and meet with potential buyers. But he chose silence and harbored the heartbreaking incident himself. Who can he complain to?

Only on Bimasena.

But it has been three months since he returned from Venezuela, and there has been no word from Bimasena. He remains in waiting without certainty.

The contents of his stomach whirled the feeling of wanting to vomit any recollecting of Mr. James's repulsive behavior.

The abuse was so sharp it injured his soul.

As he was wiping away the tears that came back, his house bell rang.

Who comes in these nights?

Even to open the door he was carried away by fear. He peeked first at the window before opening the door. When he found out who was knocking on the door, he opened it.

"Mas Indra? Please enter!"

He was astonished by Danindra's sudden presence without any news first.

"What's up, Mom? Why come night?" he asked as Danindra sat on the sofa.

"Is it okay?" Danindra instead asked him with a worried expression.

"I mean Mas Indra ... ?" He was still confused by Danindra's question.

"Because of James that bastard," grumbled Danindra, making him both shocked and embarrassed.

"How did Mas Indra know?"

But Danindra's reply made her even more surprised.

"You don't have to be hurt, the cave sent the old man to the hospital. It's a good thing the cave still has a heart, otherwise the bastard has entered the ground tonight."

How does Danindra know? What man who suddenly approached her while coming out of the house example was Danindra's employee?

"How did Mas Indra know?" he asked the same question again.

Danindra did not answer, only showing photos on the phone that made her turn.

Even though the man's face in the photo is swollen and bleeding, he can still recognize the man.

Mr. James.

"Mas, why did Mas Indra do that to Mr James? Later Mas Indra was arrested and detained by police like Bimasena," he said. Of course he did not want the events that befell Bimasena to happen to Danindra.

"Nadia, the difference between Bimasena and the cave, Bimasena is a muscle player. Hence he was able to win against El Maro, but ended up in prison. If it's a cave, brain player."

"If you want to teach someone a lesson, there is no need to dirty your hands. That brain player was good at finding loopholes to escape the legal trap. So it is impossible to be thrown into a prison like Bimasena" Danindra said, comparing himself to Bimasena.

But he was not immediately affected by the words of Danindra that contain pride. He just wanted to express what his heart felt to Danindra.

"Mas Indra, I've been afraid of being a marketing property" he told Danindra. This incident brought trauma to his soul. It is not impossible to happen again because he works alone. Not have a team work as proposed Danindra.

Danindra nodded in understanding. "The cave was also astonished. Why do you work if you want to buy black cards from Bimasena? But if you still want to work because you want to be an independent woman, you work in my company only," Danindra bargained.

"Maybe you can get in at FreddCo Energy, but your cave warrants you won't be there. There apply high performance culture (high performance culture). Employee Performance standards at freddCo Energy are very high."

Danindra's offer became a breath of fresh air for him, when he began to feel tired of looking for consumers and suddenly experienced abuse.

But there was one more thing he wanted to say to Danindra.

"Mas Indra!"

"Yes Nadia. Why?"

"I miss Bima. How's he doing there?" he said bitterly.

Danindra smiled at him then explained,

"Next week Bimasena is undergoing his final trial. If he can contact you and return to Indonesia, he will be free. But if he doesn't return after next week, he's guilty and should be sentenced."

But Danindra's subsequent confession left her stunned.

"Oh yeah, the guy who came to you at the model house isn't my guy. But the Bimasena. Specially assigned to keep you and Glor safe."

"You'll never realize that going anywhere is always a struggle, right?"