I Find Himself Within You

I Find Himself Within You
Lied



On the way, Bobby and Mr. Darwin.


"Do you know about their closeness?" Ask Mr. Darwin without looking at Bobby.


"Yes, I know. Jasmin has also asked permission to me Om". Bobby explains to Jasmin to avoid his papa's anger.


"Why did you leave Bob? It's not that Om doesn't believe in his own daughter, and it doesn't matter that Jasmin wants to be friends with anyone, but he's your future fiancee. If anyone misunderstands their closeness, what are you going to do." Mr. Darwin advised Bobby at length.


"Yes, I understand. But I believe in Jasmin. He's a grown-up om, surely he knows what should be and what shouldn't." Bobby smiled as he looked at Mr. Darwin. Although at this time his heart aches, but he does not want Mr. Darwin to think about his daughter.


"Yes, it's up to you". Then Lord Darwin.


After saying that, both of them were silent and drifted away in silence until they arrived at the restaurant they were heading to.


Meanwhile, the son who was given the task to deliver Jasmin as soon as lunch was finished, he immediately drove Jasmin home.


"Almost a bit." Take Jasmin.


"No Jas, you'll find him later." Reject the fine Son.


"And papa was meeting with a client. Come on, just make a coffee for a second." Persuade Jasmin.


"Yes, but just for a minute." The Son cannot refuse.


They finally went inside the cafe and sat in a corner by the window that led to the street.


"Sir, please make coffee, and bring snacks too". Jasmin orders on a cafe worker who happens to pass by.


"Good Mbak Jas."


"Yesterday when you came home, Fadhil nyariin you. He said why don't you sleep there." The son begins the conversation.


"Oh yeah? How are you going? Is he crying?" Jasmin asked with a slightly worried tone.


"He's not crying, just crashing. Go straight into the room and lock the door". The son recalled the incident while chuckling softly. Jasmin, who had just seen Putra smile for the first time, was immediately stunned to see the good looks of the Son. Because usually the man just put on a serious expression.


The waiter came to bring Jasmin's order.


"At his coffee and this cake I made. Please taste it. We accept his constructive criticism and advice." Jasmin said with a smile. Son reflex ruffled Jasmin's hair in anxiety. Realized, the Son just kept his hand away from Jasmin's head.


"Sorry, I didn't accidentally Jas". The son smiled awkwardly while scratching his non-itchy nape.


"It's okay, ma'am". Jasmin smiled back.


For a long time they chatted, until they forgot that the Son had to work. Do not know if since then someone noticed the interaction of the two from afar with a heart that was already hot cold.


Yes, Bobby after meeting the client just headed to the cafe Jasmin wanted to make sure the woman had returned home or not. Fortunately, the client immediately agreed to the cooperation between the companies. So the meeting didn't take long. After arriving in front of the cafe even served with a view that makes eye pain.


How far along you are with your dear son. Can't you just give me a little love? I have been patient enough all this time waiting for you. Bobby muttered as he continued to look towards the place where Jasmin and Putra were.


"Darling, are you home?" Ask Bobby after his call.


"Here you are, from that time we went with papa I also went straight home"! It means they have been together since.


"Yes that's it. Now what are you?" Ask Bobby to make sure of something.


"I? I'm sitting in front of the mas, looking at the buyers coming". Jasmin replied lying. Obviously, she was with another man.


"Oh, that. Yasudah if so continue working again yes". Bobby turned off the phone without waiting for Jasmin to answer. Turns out you'd rather lie dear than be honest with me. Monologue Bobby. Bobby closed his eyes and his head rested on the steering wheel of his car. For a moment the pain in his heart returned. He then drove his car away quickly from the cafe.


Across the street, Jasmin, who had opened her mouth to answer her lover, suddenly clenched her lips again because Bobby immediately turned off her phone.


"Suddenly in matiin anyway. It's so weird you are". Grouser Jasmin.


"Who's the weird Jas?" Ask the curious son.


"This is it, Bobby suddenly dropped the phone". Suddenly the son was shocked. He forgot that it was still working hours, and he even had a nice chat with his employer's daughter. Gosh darn.


"Astaghfirulloh, what time is it?" Said the Son while looking at the circular watch in his hand.


"Why mas? How in a hurry?" Jasmin asked curiously as the Son looked hurriedly about to leave him.


"We talked to Jas over time. It's still working hours. I need to get back to the company." Terang Putra's.


"Oh, I guess what's wrong. Relax, papa sama Bobby must still be meeting". Answer Jasmin is calming.


"Yes, but I have to get back. Anytime if there's time, we can talk again." Saying Son with a smile.


"Definitely mas. Yes, be careful . Greetings to Fadhil ya mas." The son just nodded then rushed off the cafe heading to the company.


Arriving at the company, after parking his car, Putra was waiting by his fellow coworkers.


"Put, you're looking for Mr. Bobby. What else is loe called by him? What's the problem this time?" The son who just got out of the car immediately got a barrage of questions from his coworkers. He could only sniff his shoulders at the mark of ignorance. The co-workers of the Son can only shake their heads to see the Son.


The son immediately went up to Bobby's room. When he arrived, he knocked on the door. After he entered, he went inside. There he was told to sit on the sofa. Bobby had sat down earlier because he was waiting for the person who was now in front of him.


"What did you call me.?" Ask the Son directly who was smiling back by Bobby.


"Listen, Son, I want to ask you something. But it's not a matter of work, but rather....". Bobby deliberately paused his sentence.


"What Master?" Sela Putra because Bobby looks still reluctant to continue his sentence.


"Does the Son like my girlfriend?


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