Forced to Marry Stepbrother
30. Apes
POV DIEN
“Dien?”
Just like me, this girl in front of me is now also sculpting. His mouth opened a little. However, the gate closed.
Trying to control myself to not immediately embrace him, I brought this step closer.
“I miss you, Na.”
Of the many words that want to be thrown, only that sentence that I can say. This feeling feels unable to be dammed anymore, especially after seeing it which is now real standing in front of me.
“Ah, i-yes. Please sit! Let's just start the interview!”
A little disappointed to see him who prioritizes work compared to having to say hello or reply to my words first.
Finding Kana's indifferent attitude, this heart began to ask, ‘did Kana not miss me so easily she switched our conversation?’
My head is starting to not think clearly.
I seem to have to be more patient. Perhaps, Kana is trying to be professional with her work. He had to put aside his feelings.
I silently smiled at the thought of what would happen after the interview?
I have prepared dozens of sweet words for him. I was ready to propose to him today.
“Sorry. Please, please sit down! The interview will be starting soon.”
I nodded and quickly sat in the chair—right in front of him. There is no barrier between us other than this shiny black table.
The condition of this shiny table makes me able to see the reflection of Kana's face freely. Until, several times deliberately lowered his head, just so that he could see his face that is now getting sweeter.
Si4lb. Didn't expect that I would act like that. This girl is indeed able to break my common sense.
About fifteen minutes, the question-and-answer process was still going well. Every question that Kana asked, I could straightforwardly and firmly answer.
Unexpectedly, the phone belonging to the girl who was still focusing on the sheets of paper in front of her reads.
The first call was not made. The second most not covered.
Actually, the third call also did not want to be answered, but somehow because of what this self even said, “Delekated first, Na. Who knows it's important. The interview was postponed first. I still have plenty of time. I'll wait.”
He looked at me for a moment. However, after that he immediately grabbed the phone and quickly answered a call that was out of whom.
“Yes. Still in the office. More employee interviews.”
[....]
“Iya.., I've eaten. I also took the medicine.”
[....]
“Not to be picked up. I brought my own car today. Papa is ngizinin.]
[....]
“Iya-ya.., out of this go straight home, dear Vio. Yes, I am still busy. From..”
Kana hung up the phone unilaterally and refocused on the papers in front of her.
“Can we continue?” he said then, without looking at me in the slightest.
This chest is tight. This heart also becomes unsettled. Nope. Not because this sweet girl didn't look at me, but because of a name she just called dear.
Vio.
Who her?
Why did Kana look so happy when she received a call from him?
What do I really not know about this girl?
And far from it, what does that mean, that there is no longer me in his heart?
“Sorry. Can we continue the interview?”
This time, I looked into my eyes. Pun, I looked back at him. Pretty long.
“Vio who is it, Na? Why did you call him that call? Is she your lover?”
Netra the girl gnashed. We made direct eye contact. Seen, he looks flabbergasted.
“Jawab, Na! Who is Vio?”
A little higher in my voice. It seemed like the flames of jealousy were starting to take hold of this self.
“Ki-we continue the interview now.”
For a moment, Kana was silent.
But shortly afterwards, I saw him breathing out. It seems, this girl is getting uncomfortable with my overly demanding questions.
Back, he looked at netraku.
“Vi-Vio it...”.
“Sorry to disturb Ms. Kana. I asked Mr. Fahri to replace Mom. Meanwhile, Mom is being asked to her room now.”
Staring sharply at the men who seemed to be employees in this company. Who her? It seems to disturb people's conversation.
Akh.., if I don't know a place, I'd love to lecture him.
“Alright! I'm going there. I leave the interview here to my father. Please help.”
Quickly focused his gaze towards this girl in front of me.
“Na..., ma-I mean Miss Kana. Chat.., ah no, I mean our interview is not over yet. Mom can't just leave. You must be professional!”
Stupid with authority. As much as possible, I have to keep this girl here. I have been patient for too long waiting for him to come back.
This time—on this opportunity that may never happen again, I have to say whatever I want. Must.
“Pardon me, sir, but Miss Kana has to meet with the leader immediately. You have no right to keep Miss Kana here. The interview process will continue. I'll interview you. So, please cooperate!” the man replied, strong-willed.
I'm shaking.
“I refused. I just want to be interviewed by Ms. Kana. Not by others.”
Looks like, I'm looking for m4ti here. Are there any potential employees who are as close as me? Akh.., it definitely doesn't exist.
Where there are prospective employees who are clearly nobody in this company behave as they please. Set-up superiors anyway.
Even if I don't get accepted to work here, I don't have a problem. Provided, my relationship with the girl who is still looking at me is back as usual.
‘La risked this long-cherished job for you, Na.’
The black-tiered man stepped forward—approaching towards me. His eyes look sharp. His hands are slightly clenched.
‘Could he be angry?’
But of course, this self is not afraid. It's getting stifled. If you have to play rough aka fighting though, yes I am ready. Akan.
“What is really going on here? Why is there noise?”
All eyes were on the sturdy man who had not long entered.
The deg!
This guts instantly shrieked after seeing who he was. Mr. Fahri—Papa Kana's stepfather stood at the door looking at me and Papa Kana's man took turns.
This self is just silent. Dare not move the body. I was looking at the songong male employee who was approaching Mr. Fahri.
The subordinate seemed to whisper something to his superior.
“You can come out. Your job is done!”
Mr. Fahri then said that to the man. And sure enough, it didn't take long, the tie worker walked out of the room.
Leave me, Kana, and of course Mr. Fahri.
“Papa need anything to come here?”
Kana finally opened her voice after a moment of silence enveloped this room.
The old man's gaze that originally led to me changed direction—now turned to his daughter.
“Papa looking for you. Someone's waiting for you in Papa's room. Better, meet him soon!”
“Who?”
Just like Kana's question, I also guessed who was waiting for Kana in Pak Fahri's room.
“Later you also know. Just meet him first. Business here let Papa finish. Let Papa continue with your duties.”
This breath became irregular after hearing the words of the head of this company.
What does that mean, I will be interviewed directly by Mr Fahri? By the man I used to argue with in that hospital.
This hand feels cold, but sweat begins to pour. Meanwhile, from earlier this breath was incessantly kuhela.
Oh, I guess my life is going to end here. Really apes. Seapes.
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