I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 53: Listening to Explanations

The journey from the lower floor to the CEO's room only takes four minutes using the elevator. Surely the secretary drove guests to his Boss' room so as not to go the wrong way. Especially the wrong room. Footsteps that run down the top floor aisle came to a halt, as soon as the glass door with the words CEO Mr. Danish Anderson's.

That's a glass door three times, "Good day, Mr. Danish Anderson. Can we come in?"

There was no answer, but the glass door opened automatically. Maybe you are busy working so that you are not cowber to answer the question. Without waiting for orders. Detective Wildan's permission to go into the boss' room. Then he himself returned to his place of work.

Air conditioner room with the aroma of fresh fruit as a room freshener welcomes his arrival. The gaze of an eye was immediately imprinted on a man who looked so exhausted with a grim face. Sit with eyes closed. On the table is written a signboard of Mr CEO. Danish Anderson's.

"When do you stand? Sit down!" Firmly Dan, then change his sitting position back upright. Then reached out for Detective Wildan to sit in front of him.

The appearance of matching with a hair style that is drizzly, makes the detective look like a school teacher. If they meet outside. You may not recognize your identity through appearances. It is true the saying. Don't judge by cover which means don't judge just by the appearance of the outside.

Not just appearance. It turns out that the way detective works is unique. The results of the investigation are not made into a stack of sheets, but only stored in a single draft of memory. An intelligent man with a plain face that could trap many people.

"Master, all the information. Without pieces. You can check it now." Detective Wildan handed the match to Danish.

Not just any match because a memory is stored in the match. Instead of using a flash. Detective Wildan always found a simple object to support his work. Meanwhile, Danish received evidence that was immediately examined.

Thirty minutes passed. Fists with tense faces, making the atmosphere turn gripping. Not only regret, but his anger also culminated in defeating his common sense. The truth of Shena, it's not a prank. But honesty is very painful.

Now, he knows. Who is guilty, and who is honest. It's not just that. The information Detective Wildan provided, was enough to turn his world into a fake. All along, he had considered Fatih as his own little sister. Not once did he doubt the sense of brother he felt.

Is family affection only rewarded with betrayal? Wh why? It feels broken without a word. Nothing hurts more. When looking at the evidence and making sure that Fatih is a jerk youth who wears a mask of kindness.

"Master, drink it." Detective Wildan held out a glass of water, as a man, he knew what Danish was feeling. "There's one more thing I have to say, but whether it's related or not. Only you can decide."

The seriousness of Detective Wildan, made Dan frown with raised eyebrows. No matter ready or not. Let everything be clear without the fog of falsehood. Once, all the curtains were opened. So, he did not need to play with fire just to pay a traitor.

"Lord is actually ...,"

Detective Wildan describes the most important information. The man spoke at length to make Danish hold his breath to stay calm. In the end, the anger grew. The pen on the table becomes an impingement.

Suddenly someone knocked on the glass window, making him turn his attention outside. It turned out that one of the senators came to see him. I don't know what happened because Yuni's face looked so scuffed like clothes had not been ironed. Not wanting to ignore, the two chose to sit in the park next to the campus parking lot.

"Shena, can't you go back to being senate chairman again?" tanya Yuni expectantly looked ahead with her hands interlocked.

It must be a heavy burden felt by all members of the senate and not intended to close the eyes and ears. He just didn't want to cause trouble for others just because of his own ego. Mr. Ibrahim had clearly crossed him off to become a leader. So, want, don't want. Like, not like. It is better to comply without debate which can be a new problem.

Yuni's hand was clasped, patting slowly. "I'll help you from behind. The rest, I believe you can handle everything well. What is the status of the proposal for the grand event?"

At least, he hoped the others could handle the work together. But not so. Yuni explained that Mr. Ibrahim rejected all proposals from the senate representatives, even making an ultimatum for a new proposal that must be submitted tonight as well. Therefore, there was no other way but to try to persuade him to return to the senate.

Sad to hear Yuni's explanation, but couldn't change things just by sitting down. After listening carefully. Decision has been made. He did not return to the position of senate. He can help without using power that can make things easier.

"Okay, I'll send you a proposal by e-mail. Yuni, you know what's next?" Shena moved from her seat, then turned to look at the building where she was pursuing her dreams. "Great event of the year, I make sure to be the best event of all time."

It feels good to get support and help from the right people. The whole burden of life is gone. Yuni can only give a warm hug as a thank you and promises to arrange the rest so that Shena does not need to intervene on the field. When the brain is in charge of making decisions, then the hands and feet must be ready to be the executor.

The hope that Shena offered was not just nonsense. The girl did everything she promised, even without caring about the health that rest should be used. Instead busy themselves set some plans for the future. Such is the time that lonely friends with stubborn a woman.

Nine o'clock at night.

A table with messy paper becomes a place where his sound backrest welcomes the dream world. The cold that swelled, did not make the girl wake up in shock. However, a warm touch that landed rubbed his right cheek. That touch, he missed so much.

"Mas, are you here?" Shena blinked her eyes, a smile welcoming her. The smile she missed.

Is he dreaming? It felt like it had been a long time since seeing Dan looking at him with a heartwarming sincere smile. If it is real. Does that mean the husband is not angry anymore? However, all questions will not be answered, if not asked the person directly.

"Sorry, SheZa." And raised both hands, then held the ears to show his seriousness to apologize to his wife.