Enthralled Love Semu
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"Good day, sir" said a middle-aged man Dhara knew.
After lunch, Rey invites her to meet a partner who will work with RA Fashion. One of the children of the RA Group cabanng in the field of fashion and design.
"Jiang." Rey nodded and accepted the man's hand.
"Loh, Dhara..." Mr. Hendra, the man Dhara knew as Kamila's father scrunched his forehead in.
"Oh, introduce. This is my new secretary. You already know him?" said Rey base stale.
"Yes. Dhara is my daughter's friend, Dhara has not been home for a long time. When will I play again?" Mr. Hendra did not know that Dhara and his daughter were no longer friends.
"Hehe.. Yes, Dhara is busy." he said. There's no way he's saying that he and Kamila are having a problem.
Mr. Hendra nodded his head. Letting Rey and her two confidants sit where she had ordered them before.
They will discuss the cooperation plan that will be established by both parties. Mr. Hendra, as a representative of a textile company that will supply the need for fabric to be used.
He explained one by one the products that will be offered. And also answer the various questions Rey asked.
It didn't take long, their company had indeed worked together before. What's more, the performance of Mr. Hendra is undoubtedly in convincing big clients like Rey.
"Well, I'll re-learn your bidding documents. Wait for the next news through My Secretary."
"Thank you, sir." Now it is Mr. Hendra's turn to bow and say thank you that is endless.
If you succeed in this cooperation. Of course, he will also make a considerable profit. RA Group as a giant company is certainly very tempting for small entrepreneurs such as Pak Hendra.
Rey has left the place, along with two of her henchmen. Mr. Hendra still smiled happily. Imagine the benefits they will get through this cooperation.
"How, Ndra?"
The sound of a baritone belonging to someone managed to disperse the pleasure of Mr. Hendra. He is Baskoro, a besan candidate who also took part in the cooperation this time. It's just that Baskoro is currently playing behind the scenes.
"OK." Mr. Hendra fused his index finger and thumb to form the letter O.
"Good, after this our company will be faster. And your company can be saved."
"I hope so." The smile did not fade from the face of the man who had aged 5 heads.
"Sir, I mean. My husband." Dhara stabs her own mouth which is always unfamiliar with the call to Rey.
"Hm." Rey just cleared her throat. Still focus on the flat square bemda in his hand.
"Why just agree with this cooperation? Still haven't seen this document. Why did I agree."
"You heard it yourself. He's so convincing." Rey kept the iki thing in the pocket of the silver suit she was wearing.
"But..."
"But what? You don't agree?"
"It's not so."
"Then? Is it because he's Kamila's father?" Dhara scrunched his forehead. How did Rey know Kamila? He never talked about it to the man sitting next to him at the moment.
"Bu-not. It's just...."
"What only? If you mind, I'll cancel this time as well."
"This has nothing to do with me. It's a business matter."
"Now you're my secretary at the office. All things must pass you before they reach my hands. Isn't that right, Li?"
Liam who had just been silent and noticed the interaction of the two could only agree.
Dih, remember me? From then on you just thought of me as an invisible object.
...*****...
"Why hasn't it come down yet? What needs to be carried?" Rey is already caught off guard, Dhara is still lingering in the car. At this time, his family awaited him inside.
"Where is it? I'm scared."
"My There. There's nothing you need to be afraid of."
"Certainly so?"
"Yes, Buruan."
Dhara and Rey go hand in hand. They entered Grandpa Anggara's luxurious mansion that they had left two days ago.
A pair of men sat back to their direction. It looked silent as the footsteps of the two approached.
"How dare you get married without telling Us." bursts out a middle-aged man so similar to Rey.
"Now you know." he said with a flat face. He seemed unhappy to meet the two men.
"So this is your wife?" the woman who had not distracted her attention from Dhara. The woman wrapped in a knee-length dress with maroon color was the woman who most did not want Rey to meet. He ignored her even when talking.
"Rey, say hi to Mami."
"Heh, Mommy? My mom is no more."
"Rey, watch your attitude." Mr. Royland clenched his hands tightly. His jaw hardened looking at Rey's never-changing attitude.
"I'm tired, let's go to the room." Rey grabs Dhara's hand and takes her up to the second floor.
Unlike Rey, Dhara still greeted the two men. He looked in wonder at Rey who took him away without saying anything.
"Om, aunt. Excuse me."
"Not to be so familiar." Rey threw her hand violently.
What's with this shitty human? His attitude is easily changed.
"Rey, so that's your attitude toward older people. Don't forget--"
Rey could still hear a rude swearing about her. But he ignored it and preferred to shut himself up.
"If you want to be appreciated, make yourself respect yourself. He was never taught manners. Because people who should educate him manners also do not understand about manners." said Grandpa Anggara. He pointed his index finger at Roland's chest. Then turned around leaving Roland and Indi, his wife.
"Aarrggh... Old grandpa. You'll see."
"Don't expect others to change their attitude toward you. But starting with yourself, you start, you teach him too, he follows you like that. Rey's current attitude, the fruit of your indifference all along."
"Pa, sorry it's all my fault." Indi tried to calm her husband. But it was just something else he got.
"Yes, it's all your fault. I should never have married you." Roland snapped, he went from there to calm himself down.
The goal is to come here to fix his relationship with Rey. But what did he get? Everything is chaotic, he never once intended to change his nature in the past.
Meanwhile, in Rey's room. Dhara has finished cleaning up. While Rey, the young man was still in his place. His gaze glared far up there.
"Emm, sua--"
Dhara flinched as Rey suddenly turned around and held her tightly. Very tight, until he had difficulty breathing because Rey buried her face in the chest of the youth field.
Dhara tried to escape, but his strength would not be able to fight back. Free to fight back, Dhara prefers to let Rey do what she does now.
Think of it as being hugged by a madman.
"Let it be like this, just for a second."
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