BLACK PEARL'S
PROLOGE
...بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم...
...Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi...
...Mangosteen fruit Marquis...
...picked atok in the garden...
...welcome to my story...
...may you be amused and ashamed...
... Happy reading...
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The gesture of his face was firm, his height was dashing with muscles that scored clearly visible from the white shirt he wore.
It is reinforced with a strong jaw and strong hands. Her skin was white with jet black hair that contrasted with her skin color. The blue-colored eyeball confirmed how sharp the eagle's gaze was. Legs lined with Navy colored cloth pants equipped with a suit that is now mounted neatly strapped and the height is impressive how dignified a man named ALARDO RYSZARD ZACHARY. His feet wrapped in pantofel shoes made his steps more firmly with the sound of colliding between his foot steps rubbing with his luxurious dimensional marble floor.
“your car is ready Mr. Zach” tells a bodyguard dressed in all black from top to bottom. And the man called Mr. with his surname gave a brief nod. And step foot into the elevator that is home to the ground floor right up in a garage sports car his door has been opened specifically for the Mr. Zach.
The car came out of the courtyard of the luxury house, followed by a sedan car behind it. His master was driving leisurely to where he was draining his mind and just sitting and staring at the screen all day, examining the paper containing the letters of the alphabet into black words and sentences.
Sometimes the graphics that make his head dizzy but fate has determined it to be the only heir to a multifunctional company that has spread out of the country and its name
Z’ Black Croup has been spilling over the world.
A pair of eyes followed each of his decisive and authoritative steps until he vanished behind the elevator door of the big company official. Its cold and closed nature makes anyone curious even though the gaze of the eagle if it has sharpened as deadly but alluring.
“good morning Mr. Zach... today you will have breakfast what?” asked a woman in her work clothes to welcome the arrival of the master who stopped his steps because of the question of the secretary.
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A cold, untouchable CEO, there's no such thing as a friendly-faced Mr. Alardo. The past that made it look like, stuck in a black pearl puddle that was long valuable but painful. That's why Alardo is known for his lifeless sculptures.
Until fate brings him to meet the white pearl who is able to change himself slowly...
Diabolical
Heartless
Arrogants
Vindictive
Temperamentally
And all the bad manners he had, the darkest side he kept tight, no one knew what was hidden in his heart. What is seen by others is he who is handsome, rich, successful businessman, and good at business. A closed person cannot be guessed by the way of thoughts or feelings in his heart.
But he also harbors feelings that make him feel weak, namely the play of the heart an emotional intelligence where people think using feelings, able to manage their emotions well, and so on, as much as he could bury it all due to the darkness of the past that made him anti-sipasi in the game of feeling until something surprising he met someone who made his feelings start playing with impudent without control.
“i never want to feel that, because feelings make me weak, feelings will make me a fool. But why did you make my heart play out of control, a foreign feeling that made me feel comfortable as time went on, making me lulled in your extraordinary personality with the wide range of emotions you show makes my feelings presumptuously betrayal.” > ALARDO RYSZARD ZACHARY.
But sometimes he felt uneasy, for the safety of the angel figure. Because the dark black hole is like a circle of black pearls. He was already far into the black circle he was trapped in there, even he was very afraid it would hurt his bidadari. He must go out and deal with it so that nothing will be affected by what happens in his dark time that he keeps tight.
... Jazakallah Khair's...
