Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episode 53's. Mardo And Raka Meeting

Along the way to the house of his employee named Ajeng, Raka was silent.

The shadow of the past about Mardo swirled around in his head. At a small airport in Sorong.

The girl's anger, the sneer never goes away. Her smile was so cheerful, it was all around the corner and the place.

Raka bit her lips, her eyes felt blurry, she mentioned the name Mardo from her soul. All the events he experienced with Mardo are clearly illustrated. Like it just happened.

"Right turn Raka."

Ajeng's voice surprised the Idol man.

"The house at the end of it."

Ajeng pointed to a last tiny house . The houses are lined up left and right, and Ajeng house is the most corner. It's a little hard for cars to get in. They had to park a little far away. Ajeng immediately ran to meet his mother who was waiting on the terrace. The middle-aged woman could not wait. He has been in and out again many times looking out into the street. He never expected his arrival to the publisher to be fruitful. It's not directly. Someone who has been looking for a long time and happens to have the same photo.  Her name is Triana, an unknown writer. But diligent and exist send short stories to newspapers and magazines. And his daughter who just finished graduation got a job as an administration in Raka company. The two men had contacted Raka and Mardo again. What a miracle.

"I went to Mardo's mother to offer my manuscript sir."

The woman named Triana told how she met Mardo.

"An editor referenced Mardo's mother to me sir.'

Raka nodded. He then asked for the address of the company.

"Alhamdulillah, I found you."

Raka repeatedly expressed her gratitude.

Ajeng and his mother opened an envelope containing ten million dollars. The unexpected wind.

"Like a dream yes Jeng, we can pay the debt and make the capital Nak, thank God."

"Yes Ma'am, Ajeng asked for two million ma'am, buy Ajeng's needs."

Ajeng imagined he would buy nice clothes, bags, shoes. The things he wanted were already dancing in his mind. Tomorrow he will not delay his departure to the mall.

Her mother was also very grateful. Tomorrow he will pay off all his debts in the stalls and neighbors. There are still three million left. He thought of a venture with the rest of his money.

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The morning had come, Raka got up and sat down, turning her head to the working hours at the table. Eight o'clock. Raka felt a little dizzy. He only slept three hours. My heart seems to jump. I'll see him today.

The sound of tivi that always lives every morning fussing in his room.

'Sometimes you're so close to what you want.

Then you wake up and realize that maybe it won't be as good as it is

you imagine. Then what are you going to do?'

'Well, where do I know, just think to yourself'

Raka answered the words of the host in tivi, simply eliminating his nerveos.

Then take the time to make warm milk, burn bread and eat it quickly.

He wants to be on the streets immediately and look for the address listed on the business card.

"Have you left for Do's office?"

Raka spoke to herself, a bit nervous

He should be accompanied by Deni. But they must have gone to the office of his civil servant.

Deni and Sammy sent a message, "Bro, congratulations. Hope the meeting is fun. Go straight to the guarantee so it doesn't disappear again."

Raka simply replied with a smiling emotion.

The young man momentarily stared at the tiny building in front of him. Around the building are trees and flowers. A sullen atmosphere. Raka immediately entered the parking area. He looked for the one closest to the entrance. Before he got out of his car he took a breath and exhaled slowly. Swiping his thumping chest, examining his hair. Then came out and ran a little towards the entrance. He smelled a soft and fresh room.

A smiling guard greeted and asked his needs.

Raka immediately said he would meet with Mardo. The guard drove him to the living room.

Do you drink cold or warm?

"Tea sir."

Raka said, he was very impressed with the employees in the office who were considerate and loyal.

A girl brought him hot tea. Raka nodded, saying thank you.

He sat quietly in a special guest room. Raka looked around her, A large closet containing books. Some paintings that also contain books. There was a large flower pot that contained beautiful fresh flowers. An office that is beautifully and beautifully arranged. Because the owner is a beautiful girl. Very appropriate.the man nodded to himself.

About half an hour, someone called him.

"Sir, Mardo's mother is already inside, please."

The room where Mardo worked.

"Oh, thank you."

Raka's heart was pounding faster.

He hurried and walked into the designated room.

He is now in that room. A woman wearing a hijab, beautiful and different.

"Good morning," Raka felt her tongue muffled.

The woman raised her eyes and frowned.

"Please sit down p-mas."

Mardo decided to call the mas, seeing his young guest. He hasn't been to men yet

in front of him.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Raka exhaled, " Hey Mardo, don't you recognize me?"

The man brought himself closer. Looking at that beautiful woman.

Surprised by the sharp look, this one hasn't changed since. Highlight the sharp eye probing.

At once Mardo tried to remember, gathering all the memory of the man's face. He frowned, "You oh you brother Raka oh! oh my goodness!"

Mardo was half-hesterist, he stood up and greeted Raka tightly. Her lips smiled widely and the girl's eyes glowed even more brilliantly.

"How did Raka get here? oh! I didn't expect."

Mardo is overjoyed, he asks Richi, as well as his family. Raka happy.

The girl still remembers it. His lips smiled at how surprised and confused he was facing the arrival of Raka.

They moved to a large sofa to exchange stories.

"Suddenly you guys just disappeared, can't be contacted."

Raka expressed her deep disappointment. Mardo.

"I'll tell you a lot."

Mardo looked into the eyes of the man in front of him.

So did Raka, she did not want to let go of her gaze.

"I'm ready to listen to it, even a thousand and one nights."

Mm, dreadlocks.

"I miss my buying girl."

Raka was expecting a hug.

Mardo smiled, he couldn't give it to her because she was now a grown girl

wearing sharia clothes. Even though they are very close.

That shocking encounter, what a terrible thing. Raka and Mardo looked more often than talk. Their eyes talk more. The desire of both who want to be explained.

Smile and clumsy attitude.

　

　

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