
After finishing their drinks and snacks, Candra and Luna immediately left the cafe. They split up in the parking lot with different purposes. If Candra returns to the office, then Luna will stop by Rutan to meet Danu who is suspected as the main suspect.
On travel ....
Along the way to his office which distance only takes fifteen minutes from the cafe. Candra continued to be disturbed by one name that Luna had mentioned.
Arriving at the study, she contacts someone to be assigned to look for information about the woman Luna said she had.
Who would have thought that the woman always teased half her mind from work, making her unable to concentrate. Candra was daydreaming, when someone entered her room and sat facing her.
"What's wrong?" tanya Latitude who suddenly resuscitated her.
They are indeed one office, because the company that houses them is a family company. However, Candra occupies as the manager of the company, and Lintang is the main director at the venue.
However, Lintang clearly does not know if Candra has also built her own company. Starting from a project that he and one of his students and colleagues in the world of performance (some know, who his partner Candra π). They also set up a props company.
Candra puffed up and looked at her cousin. One heavy breath escaped from his nose
"So I went to see Luna," I'm Candra leaning back.
Lintang glared at Candra's confession while saying out of concern, "Whatever?" his insistence.
"Hehe, sorry ... I was a sophistication, Mas," Candra grimaced to see the sharp eyes of Latitude.
"Ckk .. You are," upset Latitude while leaning violently.
"Why to the sophistication? I, right, told you! I'll change it little by little, but why did you mess it up?"
"That's because your wife knows the perpetrator. So I couldn't help myself anymore, not to ask her to give her whatever information she knew about Danu," Candra said defending herself while grimacing.
"So ... What was the result?"
"Arts. Luna said, she had heard Danu mention the name on the phone."
Lintang sighed heavily. "Now my problems will be complicated because, you," he sharply dodged
For the umpteenth time, Candra grimaced at the annoyed Latitude. However, he knew, if his cousin was not really seriously angry at him.
"Hehe, sorry, Mas," Candra regretted while smiling awkwardly.
"Don't, when I come home later .. I'm even presented with a divorce letter," Lintang grumbled as she shook her head.
"Haha, that's not going to happen, Mas" said Candra comforting her.
"My wife wasn't crazy for money, she was even willing to look bad for me to divorce her. What else now did he know if we knew his acting," Latang smiled wryly, his hand held out a pen to play between his fingers.
"Yes, I know! Because I as his friend already know his nature. He won't be easy to talk to when it comes to something he doesn't like, so from that .. sometimes I'm annoyed to see him who is still trying to be divorced by you."
"Why are you even talking about me and my wife? Supposedly, you are responsible for your mouth that has leaked all that," said Lintang while throwing a pen at Candra who immediately caught it.
"I told you, it's because your wife knows the perpetrator. So, without a second thought I said all that."
"The problem is you found a bright spot! But me? Looks like it'll be more runyam."
"Hehe, the power is a stock of patience, Mas. Make the first night delayed" choked Candra.
Latitude immediately stood up irritated, "You think I don't know? You must not have got it either! And we are both unloved by our wives" Lintang taunted in reply.
Candra clucked while shaking her chair left and right. "It's definitely different! I married her, because she replaced her future husband. And that was no plan in advance" Candra replied unwilling to lose.
"But I'm superior to, Mas Lintang," said Candra smiling mysteriously making Lintang's forehead wrinkled.
"I could tell her to sleep in one room with me, without coercion," Candra said, holding back a laugh.
"Damn it, why even discuss this matter?" latitude murmured as it moved away, but it was still heard by Candra.
Candra laughed off. "That's because, Mas Lintang started it," said Candra a little loudly, because Lintang had disappeared behind the door.
Candra was still laughing seeing the defeat of her cousin. However, it stopped immediately when thinking about Dinda's problem.
"I'll finish it soon" muttered Candra promise.
...πΉπΉπΉπΉπΉ...
As time continued, the sky began to fade away, changing with redness. The streets are stretched began to be crowded by people and workers from various circles as well as its activities today. In his very comfortable study, Dinda still busied herself to kill time until the person who picked her up came.
He was still engrossed in the financial income statement paper, when his phone rang breaking the silence.
Glanced at the phone next to her flaming hand while displaying a row of numbers without a name. His hands stretched out to reach him, but he did not answer. Dinda kept quiet while passing the numbers one by one. Uncommanded, his brain worked to remember, whether he knew her or not?
Dinda frowned, when she realized that she did not know the number that had now disappeared with the phone screen turned black.
Dinda shrugged indifferently, and put the phone back in its place. Believing that the call was just a prankster doing it, and if the phone was important.
Sure enough! His hand was about to open the sheet of paper, when the phone rang again after a few seconds.
"Hallo, Assalamualaikum," said Dinda politely.
Dinda widened her eyes when she heard a voice from there. He put away his phone and glanced at the figure, before finally re-attaching it to the hood-wrapped ear.
"Yes Mas" said Dinda.
"Okay, I'll be right out. Wa'alaikumussalam." Dinda turned off the phone and immediately cleared her desk.
"Oya yes. I, right, haven't had Mas Candra's telopon number. But .., where did he get my number?" monologue Dinda with her wriggling hands restyling her desk.
"Of course, Mas Candra has arrived."
Dinda immediately exited the room and met Nena, informing her assistant before she left. After saying goodbye, Dinda went to the parking lot and was seen if her husband had just gotten out of the car.
"Assalamualaikum, Mas," said Dinda reached out.
Dinda knew she had to get used to accepting Candra as her husband. Candra immediately welcomed his hand. When Dinda kissed the back of that hand, unexpectedly ... Candra landed a brief lash on her forehead.
He gasped, because he was not used to getting such treatment. But he tried to act ordinary.
"Come on!" invite Candra to open the door next to the wheel.
Dinda walked in with a faint smile without Candra's knowledge. I don't know why Dinda likes to be noticed like that. Even if it's very simple.
"Maybe this will be the beginning of my happiness."
CONNECT ....
Those who do not know Candra's colleagues in the business of staging, can stop by this work. π