
"You're staying at my house, huh Ir?" pinta Radiman Said Nugraha to his best friend. They had just finished eating and were already preparing to go home.
"That's a very good offer Man. But I have not yet met Nana, my granddaughter," replied the old man with an uncomfortable face.
"Then we picked up my son-in-law's future granddaughter in her rented house. And how are you staying at my house?"
"hum. That's a good idea. But I'll ask Nana first. He wants it or not. Besides, he doesn't actually know that I'm in this town."
"alright. Then call Nana now. I can't wait to meet him. It must be pretty." Irham Ibrahim smiled then grabbed his phone. He contacted his grandson but was unable to connect.
"How's Ir?" radiman Said Nugraha asked with a curious face. He could have guessed that the telephone connection was not connected but it did not feel afdal if not answered by himself by Irham Ibrahim.
"Not connected. His number was always out of reach, the operator said," the old man replied as he looked at the phone screen with a very worried face. He was very afraid if something bad happened to the girl who lived abroad.
"Do you know the address of the home and office where you work?" radiman Said was worried. Irham Ibrahim answered with a head. The two old men looked at each other with heavy breaths.
"Nana once sent the home and company address where she worked via SMS but it seems to have been erased," said Irham Ibrahim with his face down.
"What's wrong. We go back to my house to rest first. Maybe your grandson's cell phone is no battery so it's not active. I'm sure once he's active again he'll call you back." Radiman Said Nugraha made an offer while patting his old friend's shoulder.
"Hum, okay. I also want to rest a lot. My old man's back wanted to be laid on a soft bed, hehehe." kekeh Irham Ibrahim agreed to the advice of his best friend.
"All right, we're going home. And we will continue at home by playing chess as we used to do, hehehe," replied Radiman Said Nugraha.
"Astagfirullah. Where is Yusril Surya? The boy seems to be looking for his own pleasure and forgets us." The 70-year-old man only realized that his assistant had not returned to their table with permission to the toilet.
He also grabbed his phone and immediately contacted Yusril Surya the assistant.
"Back here right now!" his word when his call was raised by the young man.
"Well Sir!" yusril Surya replied respectfully. He who participated in the meal and joked ria at the table Amar Furqon immediately say goodbye.
The man realized that his boss must have been angry because he disappeared long enough.
"Pak Amar, Ms. Najla, Ms. Ralian. I excuse me for saying goodbye first because Mr. Boss already wants to go home," he said as he stood up from his seat. He smiled and then continued,
"Thank you so much for the treat, Mr. Amar, but let me pay for it all. Excuse me." He left immediately with a calm heart. There is a line between Amar Furqon and Najla. That means the playboy man will definitely do nothing to Irfin Setyo the CEO's lover.
"Thank you very much, sir!" ralian and Najla said together. The two beautiful girls smiled and looked at each other.
"Hey, thank you very often, I can pay for all this food. But Yus is the pretentious one to grab your attention," snorted Amar Furqan with an annoyed face. But in his heart he was happy because it meant that his money would not be reduced.
Meanwhile, Radiman Said Nugraha who saw his new Assistant coming immediately looked at him with an annoyed look.
"Where have you been Ril?" ask her with a voice that restrains anger. The man smiled politely as he squeezed his nape uncomfortably.
"There's Mr. Amar in the inner room, sir. And I joined him. I'm sorry."
"Why not join us at the table here?"
"Oh yes. You right. They can't interfere with our preoccupation, can they?" Radiman Said looked at the face of his friend justifying the words of Yusril Surya.
"Ah Yes. This is our reunion Man. So young people don't have to bother us."
Yusril Surya smiled because the reason was well received by the two old men. They left the restaurant to the residence of Radiman Said Nugraha.
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Irfin put on his mask and glasses again when he saw Amar Furqon's car stop in front of Najla's rented house. The man tightened his jaw because he was very upset to see Najla had just come home when it was very late in the afternoon.
The hours of waiting there with a pack of martabak he brought made him feel very upset and bored. He was sure that the food he brought must have been bad again because it was cold.
He regretted that he could not contact the girl because her number was always out of reach.
It felt like he immediately welcomed his lover but he did not want to meet with Amar Furqan for now. He was worried that the man would cloud his mood. Finally he waited until his cousin's car left there and then he visited the girl he had long missed.
"Na, where have you been? how just got home?" she asked when Najla was trying to open the door. The girl immediately turned her head towards him with her face bent. There was no smile on that beautiful face that she missed.
"Aren't I the one who wants to ask, where have you been?" reply Najla with the same question. It seemed that the girl was very upset. For more than a week the man disappeared without any news.
Irfin Setyo Nugraha. He admitted that he was wrong to leave without giving any news. And now it just comes with the same feeling of regret. Finally he smiled and replied, "I've come and brought your favorite martabak. I'm sorry ya."
"Just boy. You think I like being diced like that? I chat was never answered. neither was read. Don't come all of you!" said Najla with throbbing lips.
"Yes!"
"What else? I'm upset you know?!"
"The newspaper!"
"Eat it yourself! Or give me your new girl named Mega?!"
"Huh Mega?!"
Brak!
Najla Irham Ibrahim slammed the door of her house in front of Irfin's nose.
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