I'm Not Taking It Again

The Story of Kenan.

After an exhausting day, Kenan returns to his apartment. The first thing he did when entering the apartment was smile at the figura on the photo shelf.

"Night, dear."

A sweet word, but it has a subtle meaning. A heavy breath that then came out of his mouth.

Kenan brought the photo and he sat himself on the sofa. Swiping figura where inside there is a photo of the late wife, Karina.

"Why are the more days that a boy's face looks like yours?" muttered.

Kenan closed his eyes for a moment. He rested his body on the sofa.

"I'm her future husband."

That's the sentence Kenan remembers. He cursed his folly for saying this. However, he was still able to stand up when Nindy asked.

"Let's get things done quickly."

Kenan hit his head. For the sake of swearing he wilted to himself.

"Stupid! You idiot!"

Kenan remembered something. He pulled out a flat object inside his pants pocket. The corner of his lips lifted up looking at the photo.

"Yes, the smile looks just like you, baby," muttered Kenan.

During this time Kenan was a little uncomfortable if he had to be close to Nindy. Not without reason, but he was afraid if he was absurd. Nindy's face was very similar to his late wife's. So does the spoiled attitude of Nindy if with Dirga. In the silence and flatness of a Kenan, he often steals pictures of Nindy. The proof today was in the restaurant. Nindy's smile that was very loose did not forget Kenan immortalized.

The next morning, Kenan is shocked by Nindy's presence in Dirga's office. His gaze was flat as usual.

"Nan, Nindy will be interning as my secretary. Orders from Mrs Anggara," he explained.

Kenan just nodded his head. He had no authority whatsoever over the decisions Dirga had taken. Whatever he is, only a subordinate must follow the superior.

"Please teach him, Nan." Kenan's chest was pounding as Nindy looked at him with a very sweet smile.

Why does she look so beautiful today.

"Nan," call Dirga again.

"Bright, sir."

Kenan stared intently at Nindy. Nindy smiled triumphantly.

This child seems to be able to read my heart.

"I hope your brain is smart. So, can quickly catch what I teach." Kenan left the room Dirga. While Nindy snorted in annoyance.

"Man sucks," he grumbled.

Dirga just laughed to see his sister, Nindy was very visible was asking for attention from Kenan. Kenan is still Kenan. A warm man who turned cold after the departure of his wife. Many of Dirga's business colleagues asked Kenan to make her a future daughter-in-law. However, Kenan openly refused.

No one has yet replaced my wife.

That's what Kenan always said. Although, Dirga never knew how his wife's face was. For personal matters Kenan is very closed.

At the secretary's desk, Kenan tells Nindy what to do. From arranging Dirga's schedule and all sorts of things. Nindy nodded obediently.

"If there's something you don't understand, call me" said Kenan.

Kenan turned his body around, but Kenan Nindy's hands were choppy. Kenan looked at his hand.

"Can I have her mobile number?" nindy asked by showing her puppy eyes.

O God. Why is she so cute.

I want Kenan to kiss Nindy's adorable face. However, he immediately recovered his consciousness.

"For what? My number's not for unimportant things."

Kenan's words made Nindy snort angrily. He shook his hand until the stroke of his hand came off.

"Don't PD either. I'm asking for your number to ask you something I don't know. I can't go back and forth into my brother's room, right."

"That's if there's anything I don't understand. If, I understand everything I won't contact you either. Your number must have entered an insignificant number in my contacts" he concluded.

Why my heart hurts when I hear her words.

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