LAILA (The Girl Who Seeked Justice)

Episode 54's. Meet Again

Yoga stands by Laila's desk. He was watching the beautiful girl's fingers dancing on the keyboard. Since the beginning, Yoga. is impressed with the beauty and skill of Laila in completing every job given. And today is even the third week Laila worked at El Khasif Group.

"Jam two we have a meeting with a big boss ya.." said Yoga later.

"Meeting? Me, Sir? Isn't it usual with a Dictate pact, sir?"

"Dikta. Laila's accompanying ya. Make sure all meeting materials are ready. Laila coordinates with Dikta and Prima yes." said Yoga.

His fingers tapped on Laila's desk. While his eyes were looking at Laila while unraveling a smile. Some of the officers who caught Yoga smiled meaningfully. Perhaps they consider it a reasonableness especially Yoga is the only single man in the division.

"This guy, his eyes ain't staring at me. You're losing handsome, say. I'm not interested. Sorry yeah. Hehe.." Inner Laila.

Two o'clock in less than ten minutes. Laila's step back to racing with Yoga, Dikta and Prima. The four headed for the main meeting room. Laila held her chest. He felt his heartbeat hammering like a drum. He repeatedly sighed to reconcile the turmoil in his chest.

"Ah, why is my heart like this? Is something going to happen? Waduh.." Inner Laila.

Laila had been standing at the large carved door. An officer opened the door. And as his feet stepped into the room, the pounding was even more intense. Even the coldness of the refrigerated room was unable to repel the sweat that condensed on the forehead.

"Laila was nervous." asked Dikta.

Dikta who was sitting next to Laila turned out to notice the change after change that was on Laila. Getting the question, Laila gave a small nod.

"Don't worry we're not going to war. Hihi...."

"Ish, sir this Dikta loh. Just-there's"

"Dikta, the presentation material has been prepared, right?" ask Yoga.

"Already, Sir..."

"You're careful again, let no one be missed..."

"Good, Sir..."

All eyes were fixed as a handsome man entered the room. The man sat in the main seat. Yes, because he is the main leader and owner of El Khasif Group.

"Sister Barraq.." muttered Laila.

Laila's heart had been beating violently ever since the handsome man had come. Many times Laila sighed. He was trying to reconcile his heartbeat.

It felt like Laila was running to hug him at that moment. He wanted to tell me that he remembered everything. Including their story when Laila became a ghost. Or just say hello, to reduce the gaping kangen that. Laila bit her lip. His fingers squeezed the end of his shirt.

Seeing that, Dikta who was next to Laila smiled. Dikta alluded his shoulder to Laila's shoulder.

"Somebody saw our big boss. Hihi.." whispered Dikta giggling.

"What the hell, sir..."

"It's not just you that way. All the girls who see the big boss will also express themselves like you..."

"Oh, so.." said Laila save her embarrassment.

The atmosphere became silent, as the handsome man opened his voice.

"Good afternoon. Let's start our agenda today. Sorry if I put together the whole team. If usually only in the form of files, but this time is different. Wh why? Because I want this fifty-year anniversary to be completely different. Therefore, I asked the HE division to explain the projects that have been prepared." said Omar Barraq El Khasif.

He said it was ordinary, but because it was delivered by an Oemar Barraq El Khasif, it felt different. So charismatic. Able to exhaust the hearts of anyone, especially women.

Same with Laila. The beautiful girl who was fighting for her love, was glued. His eyes looked at Barraq with a smile that endlessly decorated his face.

Facing the figure of Barraq, then milling about the moments of togetherness in the memory of Laila. The description of the words conveyed by Yoga in front was not able to disturb Laila's memories.

Laila repeatedly muttered. One word he muttered was the name Oemar Barraq. Lirih very, until Dikta who was seriously listening to the presentation of Yoga did not realize it. Dikta focuses more on laptops to show some s**lide projects anniversary.

"good. How are the responses from all divisions related to the concept offered by Team HE? Oya, I asked for a soft copy, Pak Yoga.." said Barraq with his distinctive voice.

His hand signaled to Dikta to immediately send the data that his big boss meant. Dikta also nodded steadily.

A few moments later, however, Dikta began to complain. The file Barraq wants failed to deliver. Not just once, but two, three or even four times. The sweat began to condense even though the room was as cold as the Himalayan peaks.

"Laila help me.." asked Dikta amid her anxiety.

Laila quiet. He did not hear the Dikta's request. Because only his body was in that place. While his tribe is exploring his memories while with Barraq.

"Laila.." whispered Dikta as she pinched Laila's arm.

The beautiful girl gasped. Next to his hand rubbed the marks of Dikta's pinch.

"Ish, guys are nyubit anyway." said Laila a little loud.

For a moment the attention of the whole room was on him. And that makes Laila clumsy.

"I'm sorry...Sorry" said Laila kept her embarrassment.

"Feel.." whispered Dikta.

His hands are still fiddling with his laptop.

"Dikta...has not been sent as well? Waiting for Mr. Barraq." whispered Yoga a little upset that makes Yoga more nervous.

"Pake the flash, sir...."

"Ah, yes..."

"This is my wear..."

Dikta also immediately grabbed the flash that was thrust Laila. Dikta hand quickly move the file in question. He didn't want his big boss to go berserk like a hungry lion.

"Done.." said Dikta relieved.

Along with that Laila immediately grabbed the flash that had just been unplugged. Laila took a quick step towards the table where Barraq was. I don't know what Laila was thinking at the time. He stepped so fast, the lightning bolt struck.

While stepping, the beautiful girl continued to feel her heart beat. Getting close, getting great. Laila's unblinking eyes stared at Barraq who was focusing on putting signatures on some files.

As Laila stood next to Barraq, it was as if a chill was hitting her face as well as flying the tip of her hair. Laila fell silent. The beautiful girl was looking for a gap between the bustle of Barraq.

"Sorry, Sir. Files for anniversary projects, ready.." said Laila while saving the flavor that was bloated.

Laila's hand thrusts the flash. It's pounding Laila's heart. In the corner of his heart, the kangen was increasingly rebellious.

SPLINTER...

Barraq put down the pen. Face lifted. His eyes stared coldly at Laila who was standing like a statue. Barraq leaned his body on his seat of greatness. Then without another ba-bi-bu, Barraq grabbed the flash from Laila's hand.

Very quickly Barraq has inserted the flash into his laptop. But it did not open soon. His eyes looked back at Laila.

"I don't like being waited on. Go back to your seat." said Barraq coldly.

Laila gasps. He did not expect to get such a statement from Barraq.

"I-yes, Sir. Excuse me. But the flash is my personal property..."

"I'm not going to take it. Don't worry...!" barraq said in a slightly high voice.

And it became the attention of a momentary employee in the meeting room. Laila became violent in the situation.

"Ba-good, Sir. Sorry.." said Laila as she passed quickly.

"Damn....!" laila's curse in the heart.