KEEPING SECRETS (CAN YOU?)

Eps. 32 True Said Dylan

“Johan, it's been over a week. How is your research progress?” Bram asked his loyal assistant.

“At first it was a little difficult sir. But thank goodness I was finally able to find one point that opened it all up.” Johan replied while submitting his investigation report. “They are very neat sir, the media told to form an opinion was told by a mysterious person over the phone. Then they get some money from the courier, to preach it.”

“Hmmm...” Bram listened while reading the report Johan submitted.

“Thank you the digital footprint of the camera that took the picture Miss Nabila we can know sir. And it just so happens that the camera hasn't officially been in the country yet. So the purchase can be tracked. From there, sir, I can tell that all these events are the tip of the base is Ferdi tuan.”

“Ferdi? You mean Ferdi his only son Rudi?”

“True sir. And according to the results of the investigation that I developed, Ferdi was once in a relationship with Miss Nabila. And somehow the story goes, suddenly Miss Nabila lived for several years in Singapore. When Miss Nabila came home she was not alone sir, but brought a maid and a baby. In official documents, the baby is the daughter of the maid. Surprisingly, the maid's notes were not married. I concluded the baby was the daughter of Miss Nabila mr.”

“Haduh, why are you gossiping? The maid was not married and then gave birth because while in Singapore her boyfriend was impregnated. That could be. What does this have to do with your report?”

 “In the beginning I also came to such a conclusion. But then I found another fact. In the first year Miss Nabila in Singapore she recorded doing medical check up in one hospital. And the record also shows that the same year Miss Nabila gave birth to a daughter.” Johan explained.

“Terus..”.

“It looks like it was the result of the relationship between Miss Nabila and Mr Ferdi. Because in those years the news in all the yellow tabloids preached gossip about their relationship. Although the gossip was only circulating for about five months and suddenly subsided then Miss Nabila without official announcement disappeared and canceled all work contracts that were running. Then the management who supervised him paid a penalty for the termination of the contract.”

“Terus... what does this have to do with our ph production process that has to stop, because the television station suddenly reviewed it?”

“Actually there is a possibility Ferdi wants to get back in touch with Miss Nabila. Perhaps also Ferdi wants him to be recognized as his father Diva sir.”

“You've been gossiping all the time! I have nothing to do with Ferdi and Nabila on this. Let them have a past. I don't care.”

“I am sure Ferdi is the mastermind of the spread of the relationship between Miss Nabila and Miss Diva there is an undisclosed family relationship. But really I'm not sure Ferdi thought about the domino effect of it sir. So he only gave up how to seek sympathy or try to suppress Miss Nabila sir. Though from his actions, we are a loss because the television intends to cancel the soap opera production contract

we're mr.”

“Oh so? A small insect has only a small brain. All they think about is definitely just about eating and living on their own.” Bram is furious, because he feels Ferdi's stupidity has made one of his companies lose money. And certainly his efforts to make happy his beloved wife, Josephira, will fail. “Johan, convince the television to continue the contract that has been signed. Whatever way. I want to shoot as soon as possible to stop the break. And also look for ways that all Rudi business lines are destroyed and we have the cheapest price.”

“Siap sir. I will do it.

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“What does mama mean?” Ask Diva.

“I and I decided to go home schooling. All for your safety. Remember this kidnapping is the second time. The first one failed, but the second one succeeded. I don't have to arrive

how much more, mama can not when like this continue.”

“But ma. Not meeting my friends.” Whining Diva.

“But ma, going to school is really good. We can ngusilin friends and teachers if again bete.”

“A-what??” Tanya Nabila after hearing her daughter's story.

“Oups! Ga ma. Just ngusilin friend, ga use teacher. Hehehe...” Diva answered with a big smile showing off her teeth and brandishing her two fingers as a gesture to invite peace, so that her mother does not get angry.

“Awas you! If you get a call from school.”

“Siap ma! Hehehe..” Diva is glad her mother didn't get angry. “Ma... mama and om Adli serious about home schooling?”

Nabila. His hand was now holding the phone and looked like he was typing a message. “You should say all the requirements for home schooling are taken care of. And also I told him that you objected for fear of boredom.”

“Ya mama..” Diva was disappointed because she had to be at home continuously and no longer meet her friends. He then rested his head on Nabila's lap.

Nabila stroked her beautiful daughter's hair softly. “Relax dear, om you it must have a way so that you are not lonely and get bored later. You can also still shoot kok.” Answer Nabila entertain.

“Iya ma.” The Tukas Diva is weak.

Elsewhere.

“Why the hell is this. A few days ago it suddenly disappeared. Then came again answering my phone and messages without giving any explanation. Now disappear again.” Bethoven's gerutu in his room.

Bethoven threw his hape into a mess.

Bethoven's mind grew agitated. It seemed that the arrow of the goddess of love had confused her mind because of the longing she endured. Bethoven laid his body on the bed. ‘I'm why? My thoughts are only to Diva.’ Bethoven's heart.

He got up and grabbed the guitar. He picked it up and tried to play a song. But it's stuck again. His mind was written only the word Diva.

“Is this love?” Monologue Bethoven asked the room. “It's true said Dylan miss it hard, but can I hold it if when I want to hear his voice I can't, or if when I want to just know what he's doing I can't.”

Then Bethoven got up from his seat, put down his guitar and went out of the room. He picked up his favorite motorcycle and left the house.

“Where should I go? Diva has always kept it a secret. He won't tell me where he lives.” Bethoven said again.

He was riding his favorite motorcycle. Without a helmet, without a jacket he drives slowly. Suddenly imagined the first time he piggybacked the Diva.

A smile was drawn on Bethoven's handsome face. The quiet streets make Bethoven can casually ride his moto while fantasizing.

“Love is intoxicating..” Shout Bethoven in the middle of a lonely night.

Seriate…