LOVE NARA

2.8. START TO PLAY AROUND

"Sorry, Sir. Our team did not detect his presence here even once. He purposely headed straight there so we wouldn't follow him."

The message he had just received from Beno made Yoga's face turn tense instantly. He did not expect Marcell to move faster than he expected.

Even the people he was assigned to monitor his movements in Bali were late. The man had already left his homeland, on the day of his freedom.

"That means, his presence in the cafe that afternoon was not a coincidence. It could be that she already knew about me, Nara and our marriage."

Yoga is getting more and more upset. His heart was no longer calm and his mind was filled with misgivings, fearing that something bad would happen to his little family.

"Mas, how come you're daydreaming? What was? Any problems at the office?"

Nara's voice surprised Yoga who was still holding his phone after reading a message from the assistant. Immediately close the message page that was still open and then lock the screen.

"There's nothing, honey. Just a message from Beno about the project that's there."

Yoga grabbed Nara's hand to sit with her. Without many words, his wife hugged him and kissed his head accompanied by many prayers for the safety of their family.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you right now. I'll try to solve it on my own without you having to know and feel scared, honey."

Nara stretched out her arms and noticed her husband's crumpled face and overgrown with fine fur that she had not cleaned for several days.

"Sorry, I still can't go to the office. You must be overwhelmed by my neglected duty, Mas."

Raga is still fussy because her fever has not gone down to normal. Yoga forbids Nara from going to the office. He wanted his wife to focus on looking after and accompanying their son first until the handsome boy was healthy again.

"The main dragon, dear. Remember that. Pram can still finish all the work in the office. Everything went well."

"Maas ...." Nara wanted to say something but was afraid that it would add to her husband's mind.

"What's up, humm ?" The woman's chin was lifted by the hand movements of Yoga so that their views clashed again.

The highlight of their eyes equally implies worry, whether what they think is the same thing or not.

"I'm worried about you."

Nara still kept on recalling their talk about Marcell and after that her heart could not calm down. She always thought about her husband's safety.

"Don't think too much about the problem. Just pray for the best and hopefully he will never interfere with our lives."

Seeing Nara's concerns, Yoga further rounded up his decision to hide the continuation of the news about Marcell from his wife.

He also hopes that the man will not contact Nara or find a way to find her.

He secretly tries to protect his wife and children with more strict security and security for his family.

"Everything will be fine. Just think of me and Raga, that's your main task, honey."

Yoga smiled and stroked Nara's pretty face until a reddish tinge began to adorn both her cheeks, as a smile rose on thin lips that the man immediately greeted with a brief opening kiss, continued with a warm and friendly kiss that makes them momentarily forget all the things that occupy the mind.

"I love you, my Big Dipper. Only you!"

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Tok ... tokk .. tokkk ....!!!

The door opens after getting permission from Yoga. Pram entered with a brown map still wrapped in plastic a national shipping expedition.

"Sorry, Sir. There's a package for Dad."

Pram put the package that is still sealed on the desk of the boss.

"Now, at eleven o'clock, there's a meeting with some local media at the restaurant across campus, next to our project site, sir."

Yoga nodded without taking his eyes off the map that had been removed from the plastic wrapper.

After Pram came out, Yoga opened the brown map in his hand and looked at the contents.

Several times checked, he only found a piece of white paper without any writing or drawing. Empty paper without fill.

"Who's the sender?" Yoga flipped through the map covering the blank paper in his hand.

There is no sender name. Likewise, on the receipt sheet attached to the plastic wrapper, only the initials are listed accompanied by an address that only reads the name of the city.

Yoga put the empty paper and brown map back and ignored it. There are still some reports that he must check before leaving to meet interview invitations from a group of local famous media.

Half an hour before meeting time, Yoga went downstairs and walked to his parked car right next to the building lobby.

How surprised the man, found the two rear tires of his car deflated unnoticed. But because of the time-hunting, he did not want to bother with it and chose to book a taxi online immediately.

Arriving on time as invited, Yoga was greeted by media crews who wanted to interview him about a new company he developed far from his famous parent company.

Two hours passed, Yoga had walked out of the restaurant towards the car driven by Mr. Budi, who was waiting because he asked him to come to pick up.

While crossing the parking lot, another car suddenly sped closer towards Yoga who was not yet aware of the danger he was in and would soon befall him.

"Awaasss, Mr. Yoga ...!!!"

A split second before the car hit her, Yoga felt her body being pulled by someone until they both fell.

As if aware of a coincidence from the incident just now, Yoga who was still falling immediately noticed the car that almost hit him. The car immediately turned towards the exit and disappeared amidst the traffic of the highway.

Yoga tries to stand together with the helper who is none other than Nature who will also meet the interview invitation after Yoga.

Pak Budi immediately got out of the car and approached Yoga in a hurry. He helped Yoga to stand perfectly and describe the physical condition of the man.

"Thank you, Mr. Alam has saved me in time" said Yoga sincerely to young entrepreneurs of his age.

"Together, Mr. Yoga. It just so happened that when I just parked the car and got out, I saw the speed of the car in your direction."

They talked for a moment and then parted with each of his goals. Nature entered the restaurant while Yoga assisted by Pak Budi directly into the car to go home and rest at home.

On the way home Yoga pensive. He began to remember one by one the events he experienced today.

Starting from a package containing empty paper without a name, his car tire suddenly deflated, also he who almost got hit by a car just now.

"It looks like he started playing around with me ...."

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