Doctor Steven's Charm
40 - Suspicion of Galang
That day, Galang accompanied his Boss to attend a party and a business banquet in a star-rated hotel ballroom. This was the first time the man had been in the midst of big businessmen. Many leaders of bona fide companies were present, among the O'Neill group companies that have many subsidiaries everywhere, there was also an IT developer company like Neotech who was also present there.
"I'll say hello to Mr. Aaron and Mr. Matthew first" Marco muttered to Galang who was still stunned by this situation.
"Oh, do I need to accompany you sir?"
"No need, you're here first" said Steven's sister-in-law as she passed away.
Even the roar just nodded. He took the drink the waiter gave him. "Thank you" he said.
Galang really enjoyed the atmosphere there, he felt lucky because Rimba married Steven. Since then he felt his career in the place where he worked more promising. At least now he can be close to the number 1 person in the office. The proof at this time, Marco prefers to invite himself to this event rather than his secretary. Weird right?
"Agghh," suddenly Someone hastily nudged Galang's arm, and made his drink spill a little into the suit he just bought yesterday, especially for this formal event.
"I'm sorry."
"The jungle? are you here too?" Galang was surprised when he found out who nudged him was the jungle.
"Excuse me?" that guy looks confused.
"Yes?" Galang frowned, he immediately realized that the woman in front of him was not his sister. His voice was a little different, the look of his eyes also looked foreign with gray softlens. "Oh, I'm sorry, I have mistaken someone" he said.
"Ah, It's Okay. Once again I'm sorry to spill a drink on your clothes" said the woman who turned out to be Rimiko slightly bent her body in front of Galang.
"Oh, yes" Galang replied feeling clumsy, then bowed slightly, bowing his body, as Japanese and Korean people commonly do as body language, a reverence as an expression of respect or apology is known by the term ojigi.
Before long the woman left, while Galang was still fixated on her place. Observing the back of a woman who has a face similar to her sister. In his heart he kept asking, Who is that woman? as much as she polishes with makeup and beautiful dresses, her skin looks white and smooth, still the face is the face of the jungle.
It was very desirable for Galang to chase after him, making sure his eyesight returned, but it would be very embarrassing if he did this time. Aware of his position that is nobody. There are too many important people here, and he does not want to make Marco who has brought him here to be ashamed.
*
Meanwhile, the girl who allegedly twin Jungle is now walking to one of the tables where there are both parents who are talking to several other businessmen including Marco.
"This is my daughter" said Mr. Hideyoshi, who introduced his daughter to his business associates.
"The jungle?" marco was very slow. He blinked his eyes several times, assuring that his vision was not myopic. 'For God sake, Steve! really similar, ' Marco's mind sighed in amazement.
Incidentally, Rimiko was sitting near Marco. The man could see clearly the resemblance of Rimiko and Rimba. It is undeniable, the two are indistinguishable from the sides of the face.
"I know you're very famous in Paris as a model, Miss Rimiko," said Marco, taking his drink.
The woman smiled at Marco, "I don't think so" he said.
"Yes?"
Wow, Marco gasped. Here is the difference between Rimiko and Rimba.
*
The business party was finally over. On the way home, Marco and Galang were busy talking about Hideyoshi's daughter Rimiko.
"Are you sure your sister isn't a twin?" chirps Marco to Galang who sits next to Mr. Roni, Marco's personal driver. Marco himself sat in the rear passenger seat.
Galang was silent for a moment, not answering him immediately. "I don't know sir" he said later.
"You don't know, you're not her brother?" sahut Marco's.
Galang looked back, looking at Marco for a moment. "After seeing Miss Rimiko, I hesitated. There was something strange about my sister all this time, but I hesitated to find out the truth" he said.
"What's that?" Marco straightened his body from his reclined sitting position. "Ah, sorry. I don't mean to mix it up, but now we're family, Lang. Maybe in your office my subordinates, but outside the office business I already consider you part of the family as well. So don't worry" he said.
"Thank you, Mr. Marco" muttered Galang still looking awkward.
"The jungle was there when I was 6 years old, when my mother suddenly came with my father to bring a baby who said my sister. From childhood I live with my grandmother more often because they are busy working. I don't remember when the mother was pregnant with Rimba," recalls Galang recounting her past. "Make me the presence of the Jungle is a blessing. Since there was him, Mother so no longer work, Mother focused on taking care of me and the Jungle at home," I Galang honest.
"So you don't know when did Mother Vania give birth to the Jungle?" marco asked suddenly. The story about Rimba has already caught her attention.
"What is Mr Marco saying?" Galang even frowned, not understanding.
"That is, who knows you did give birth to twins, then separated," said Marco origin.
"Huh?" Galang scratched his head that was not itchy, confused. The man looked back to the front while shaking his head slowly. 'The richness of Mr. Marco often watch this soap opera, ' he said in his heart.
In his mind, Galang had actually felt that there was something his mother had been hiding all along. If you are often angry and upset with the Jungle, Vania often times keceplosan compare it with someone who knows. Mommy also often looks at small photos of the jungle who is still in their 4s. Mother sometimes cries and often says that she misses him very much, but all this time the Jungle has not gone anywhere. 'Whose picture is that really? What kind of picture of Rimba isn't it? Is what Mr Marco said right?'
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Nothing happens by chance, everything needs preparation. Although we do not realize that the most dominant preparation is mental.
