Dusk Rainbow

RPL?

Devan is hardly strong enough to sustain the word 'missing'. His breakup with Raisya taught many things, including the importance of one's presence in life, feeling lost, yes. He felt that what he did was in vain without his loved ones. Sometimes it makes him lazy to do anything.

Huge expectations burst out to fill Devan's crown. Three months Raisya left him, even though the woman did not want to call him or just speak a word to him, and it was successful in making Devan increasingly miss.

''How, Van? Is your job done?" ask the father who just came in.

Devan opened some documents that were in front of him.

"Yet, Dad. If you're still busy, I'll take you to Dad's room."

In fact, my father chose to enter rather than return to his room.

Devan's nimble hands fiddled with the sheet after sheet of white paper, his wiggly fingers constantly moving there with a pen accompanying him.

His busy life as the leader of his father's company allows Devan to get through his lonely days. It was as if the work was endless until He chose to stay in the office.

I went to check the documents that were neat.

"Good job, Van. I didn't choose you wrong" praised Dad with eyes fixed on the map in his hand.

Devan rested his back on the back of the chair and twisted it until his eyes stared at the window that connected directly with the city center.

It's been three months since you left me, and all that time I've learned a lot. Patience is hard, but I'm gonna stick around for you. 

Not feeling the roundness of clear blur soaked Devan's cheeks.

Dad reviews the smile and pats Devan on the shoulder which makes the master surprised.

''Calm down, I'm sure Raisya will be back soon" said the father who can read Devan's mind.

"Excuse me, sir," Devan's secretary said from the doorway.

"What's wrong?" devan asked without turning his body.

"Later tonight there was a meeting with the RPL company, and you were asked to come."

Devan turned his head, looking at Mahesa's father who was still busy with the map in his hand.

"Why didn't you say it?" devan asked with a frown.

"Suddenly, Van. I forgot." Mahesa's father seems to be indifferent to his current job and hangs everything on Devan.

"What time?" asked Devan enthusiastically.

"Eight o'clock, in a five-star hotel."

Devan closed his eyes, forced to cancel his promise with the twins who will race tonight. Yes, racing with his brother is one of Devan's activities to eliminate saturation after Raisya's departure.

"All right, I'll come."

After the secretary came out and closed the door, Devan approached Mahesa's father.

"Well, tonight I have an appointment with the twins. Can't you represent him?"

Dad closed the document and switched to sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee belonging to Devan who only stayed a little, until the cup was toilet left a pitch black powder.

"Can't, I also have a promise to take her to the mall."

Suddenly the name of Randu's father flashed through his brain, with his disrespect Devan contacted his in-laws.

"What's up, Van?" ask Randu's father.

A crybaby laughter greeted Randu's father who was across the phone.

"Well, tonight there's a meeting with the RPL company, do you want to help me?"

I heard a long breath from across there.

"Can't, Van. Later that night I have an appointment with Mama Aya, to take her to the mall."

Devan furrowed his brows, looking at Mahesa's father who was busy playing his phone.

"Mama Aya make the same promise?" ask Devan to make sure.

"Yes." Yeah."

Devan got up from his seat and walked into the room. Closing the door loudly signifies annoyance.

Tonight is the final. The winner will get the motor sport prize, but the job again throws him off.

Devan threw out his body and closed his eyes.

"Dad, where's Devan?" Mother's voice made Devan open his eyes and stunned and then out. He welcomed the arrival of the woman with a warm embrace as a child.

"Van, here's a seat from Mama Aya, she said you should drink."

Mother thrust the small bottle in front of Devan.

"What jamu is this?" screeching Devan sniffed his nose, he could not bear the smell that burst into the nasal cavity.

"You health, lately you will often overtime, so mama aya make traditional herbal medicine for you."

Devan immediately sipped the drink and finished it.

"But not poison, right, Mother?" Devan threw the empty bottle into the trash.

"Mother's time poisoned you anyway?"

Mommy patted Devan's arm that spoke ngawur.

The sunset was beautiful, Mother and father came home. After the Ashar prayer, Devan rested his body on the bed waiting for the Maghrib.

The twins came with tired faces.  As usual, after finishing college, they immediately visited the office to accompany the brother who felt lonely.

"Sister, tonight we're so, right, the race?" ask Daffa while taking off his shoes. 

"No, I have a meeting" Devan replied without getting out of bed.

Daffi who leaned his body beside the door only clucked.

"Alah, just tell me you're afraid of losing" Daffi sneered.

"As for you, if you don't believe me ask me." Devan curled up hugging the bolster that was beside him.

"Then deal yes, brother lost. The bike you bought yesterday for me and Daffi.

Devan rolled his eyes and woke up. 

"Can't be so dong, we've agreed, who wins, he gets. We haven't raced, we've played a lot of games," Devan protested.

"One of my own brothers doesn't want to fight us."

"Yes, after the meeting. I'm coming to the circuit nine o'clock."

Forced Devan agreed to the request of his two younger siblings who have always been parasites. Not because of the bike, but Devan wants to prove that he is superior to them.

The clock has shown at seven o'clock in the evening. Devan tidied up his appearance, wearing a casual suit and jeans was his choice tonight. In addition to looking relaxed, Devan also looks more handsome. This is not the first time he has met a client. However, the name of the company was very foreign to his ears.

"Are you ready, sir?" Dodi welcomes Devan who just came out. 

"Have you prepared the files?" Devan asked looking at Dodi who had brought nothing. Even his hands were clinging to each other.

"Said the company secretary, you have to come alone, this is the place." Dodi handed him a small piece of paper bearing a hotel room number.

Room number 333

"This is a call woman or what? Why is it in the room?" ask Devan to investigate.

"Come here, there will be nothing. It's like that, brother, sometimes the client wants a closed place" said David who just came.

As a senior who has been in the business world for two years, David knows everything better, and that is what makes Devan immediately believe.

"Good luck." David patted Devan on the shoulder and passed.

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