CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Learn to Forget

After some time satisfied with hiding, now Ernest reappeared. Running back his routine in the Atmadja company group, accompanying the father.

Ernest, a handsome man now wearing a Navy suit stelan, stepped wide down the ground floor of the building, then took an elevator that would take him to the top of the building along with the sky.

Inside the sky elevator noticed Ernest's appearance through the tail of his eyes. Really, this is out of the ordinary. Indeed, if judging from the clothes, there is nothing different considering the suit stelan along with tie and also shoes have included a unity. Fit and compatible. But there is something more striking than clothes, which apparently invites a question for Lagit.

The sturdy jaw of the handsome man who is usually clean and neatly shaved, is now overgrown with a mine that is so unsightly. While the black hair that is usually neatly combed with a layer of pomade it looks tangled and looks starting to be long.

The sky clucked then sighed deeply.

Apparently you are truly heartbroken Master, to the point of neglecting appearance.

"Master," pangil Langit on Ernest.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry, if it's presumptuous but I'm a ficur it's time for you to tidy your hair and your arms to make it more tidy."

I heard the breath of Ernest. The man looks dislike when alluded to about appearance.

"Other times, today I'm lazy."

Elevator door opens. Ernest rushed out followed by the Sky who could only shake their heads as soon as they heard the Master's reply.

The quiet room welcomed Ernest's arrival so opened a private workspace that used to be used as a coworking space together by himself and Sandara.

Brakes.

Ernest slammed the door. The sky even gasped. It is unexpected that the Master became brutal after finding betrayal from the former lover.

Ernest wasn't like this. Ernest was a gentle and patient man. Even his nature is known to be contrary to his twin brother Erich who is firm but cold. Apparently the departure of sandara brought a tremendous impact on the mental of an Ernest. The young man was not as patient as before and easily ignited emotions if he saw something he did not want.

Ernest threw the weight of the body in the oversized chair. Lean for a moment, enjoy among the busy after some time left. Without the command of his pair of eagle eyes staring at the table and chair that became the right work Sandara while still his personal secretary.

Ernest threw away a glance. Shifting his gaze from the object that instantly ignited his anger instantly.

Brakes.

Ernest kicked the table, as a burst of tightness in the chest. The man in the towering tall posture squeezed his own pulsating and stunned head in his great chair.

"Sir." The sky walked quickly, approaching the Master with an anxious look on his face. He took a glass of water at the table and gave it to Ernest.

"Thank you" Ernest replied after being able to handle the situation. He gulped down the white water, telling it in half.

"Are you okay?"

Ernest nodded his head and replied, "Yes, I'm fine. No need to worry about me."

The sky can only breathe deeply.

Even when Ernest was still in contact with Sandara. The sky often rebukes when the Master looks so privileged Sandara as a private secretary far above the standards of other employees. Not only the sky, Arka also did the same. But Ernest often ignored and considered it like the wind.

Ernest bowed his head. Feeling so stupid when not hearing the narration of the people closest to him and just fell asleep for his love for Sandara, to give the girl all the luxuries without a second thought.

"What do you mean, Sky?"

"As a boss is also a role model for employees, of course you can still be professional even in a different mood." Although impressed presumptuous, but the sky still loudly voiced. For him if things like this continue to be left then no doubt the prestige of Ernest as a company official will be underestimated.

"Langit, you're right. I shouldn't have been swept away on my own. I shouldn't have remembered the bitter story I was supposed to bury without needing to cut it." Ernest was conscious. For days he continued to wallow in wounds. Worse and not trying to get up.

"But, I still need time to be able to forget all my sweet memories with Sandara. As you know, the sky. We have been in love for a long time, and even we are about to take a more serious stand, and apparently God wills another." That was Ernest. Didn't think also not suspect if he is not a man who really Sandara Love.

"This room, this sofa and all sides of this room seemed to be filled with Sandara's shadow. I really don't think that everything we've been through is just a pretense for him." Ernest couldn't hold tightness in his chest. Not once did he think that his relationship with Sandara would end in this painful way.

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"You're the head of the company and Dad's son, but why does it look like this?" Arka commented on the appearance of her son Ernest. Long enough silent and do not examine the style and appearance of the son, over time it makes the middle-aged man who still looks handsome can not stand to not open his voice.

"Dad, I've shaved.my mustache and my beard clean, then what else do you want to comment on. Doesn't your son look good and handsome?"

Arka clucked with her arms crossed. Stare at the son who looks ordinary without feeling guilty.

"Your clothes are neat, and your hair and mustache are clean but your hair is clean. Do you intend to keep it like your mother's and Emely's hair?" Arka inexhaustible, why the son is not so uncomfortable and let his hair lengthen without wanting to cut it.

"Em or something, if you're lazy to go to the salon, then let me cut it for you." Arka approached while Ernest who was sitting in a chair of greatness spontaneously skyrocketed.

"Stop! Stop, Dad. I'm comfortable with my hair now. For a while I didn't want to cut it."

"Ernest," Arka called in half angrily.

"Yes, Father," Ernest replied firmly.

"You really don't want to cut it?"

"Sorry for now, not Dad."

Arka breathed deeply. To be honest, he was worried, but what to say. Arka also has no right to force considering Ernest is not a boy who needs to be forced when going to do something.

"alright. Whatever your hair is, I won't force you to tidy it up. The most important thing right now is your performance at this company. Dad's gone." Arka kept both her hands in her pants pocket, looking at the son for a moment before leaving. But before Arka disappeared behind the door, the man turned back.

"Oh, yeah. Looks like you need to find a new secretary to replace that crazy girl." Aka glanced at Sandara's former work desk which was also in the same room as Ernest, before the sturdy body of the man completely disappeared behind the door.

Ernest smiled wryly. He doesn't even want a secretary for moments like this.

Tbc.