Love Sabrina

Ep. 67

“hold up.... I think this can all be discussed calmly, where is your hospitality towards guests? (Hold... I think this can all be discussed calmly, where is your hospitality towards guests?)” nicholas said the subtle insinuation of the Adiwijaya family. The sharp eyes looked down at Arman, he turned his eyes to the Adiwijaya and Wiguna families.

Wiyasa was furious and was eager for him to punch a punch right in Arman's face.

“ there's nothing to talk about with a lowly human like him, you better get out of here. (there's nothing to talk about in a lowly human like him, like him, you better get your feet up from here)” Wiyasa told Nicholas with a displeased view.

Adiwijaya stared at Nicholas who was staring at him earlier, as if they were telepathizing each other. Nicholas' gaze was extremely sharp, Deep and so cold, making anyone not feel at ease.

“Wiyasa... let him enter” said Adiwijaya who did not give up her sight.

“But sir..” Wiyasa still refused.

“ Mas..” Andhini approached and held her husband's arm, she felt very uncomfortable with the people who came with her ex-sister-in-law.

“ of course we have hospitality, please sir to sit with us (of course we have hospitality, please sir to sit with us)” said Cakra beware.

Nicholas smiles as he walks in, sitting with Arman, Adiwijaya, Cakra, Candra and Wiyasa. It looks like two fortresses on the veranda of Adiwijaya residence. The atmosphere was gripping, people dressed in black including Nicholas' right-handed Jack seemed ready to stand behind their boss.

Sabrina felt such a strong heartbeat, she felt an uneasy feeling. The batik cloth he painted looks very beautiful with the pattern of his carvings, the feeling of Sabrina is erratic, he pensive for a moment to make a candle night on the canting began to dry.

“wah mbak Sabrina... Bathik Iku ayu painting is very beautiful, iki cocog kanggo manten ceremony mbak (wah mbak Sabrina, suitable this for the wedding ceremony event mbak)” comments one employee saw the batik cloth that is still painted Sabrina. His daydreams instantly froze upon hearing the friendly greeting, Sabrina smiled as she pleased at the employee.

“i.... Yes mbak, what is yo?” Sabrina stammered back the greeting. The employee smiled at Sabrina, knowing that Sabrina had not heard her words.

“I said the painting batik mbak ayu very good, very good in use when mbak nikah later” said the employee back, he looked into Sabrina's eyes and the look of her face illustrates to worry.

“Biasane Mbak, sing digawe luwih slick balanced Sabrina (usually kok mbak, made mbak better than Sabrina's)” said Sabrina low.

“mbak why? napa sampeyan katon I'm really worried about lan ora inspiration? (why waves? how come it looks anxious and uninspired like that?)” the employee asked, staring confusedly at Sabrina.

“Ndak anything mbak? Just the feeling of Sabrina is not good mbak, it feels something” Sabrina felt the pounding of her heart beating fast.

“after noon I better go back now mbak, ntar people at home worried because Sabrina has not returned home” said Sabrina quit her job, batik he wrote just left to dry.

The employee followed Sabrina to the bike and motorcycle parking lot.

“Mbak Sabrina, I'll take you. Coincidentally in the direction of mbak” bargained the employee.

“Ndon't have to mbak, Sabrina just use a bike, miss the streets with this bike” Sabrina stared at her well-maintained old bicycle. His hand held the handlebar of a bicycle, remembered by his time when he was in school and got a bicycle prize from Wiyasa for winning the general champion at his school first.

“Yo wes, I first yo mbak” said the employee rode his matic motor. A friendly smile and nod in Sabrina's reply to the employee who was riding his motorcycle towards the main road.

Sabrina rode her bicycle pedaling towards the main road, she felt a little uneventful because she had not ridden a bike for so long. Over time Sabrina began to get used to her bicycle, a gentle breeze blowing along with the paddle of her feet. The trip is full of memories so enjoyed Sabrina while greeting the people she knew.

Meanwhile, accountant trust Adiwijaya seemed to be in a hurry to step towards the room where Sabrina and other employees painted batik. His eyes looked around the room looking for the whereabouts of Sabrina. He also asked the other employees who shook their heads not knowing Sabrina's whereabouts.

A few minutes ago the accountant got a call from Andhini asking him to prevent Sabrina from returning to the Adiwijaya residence.

“why sir? How do you look panicked?” ask the employee who accompanied Sabrina in the parking lot. He had to go back to the factory to retrieve his leftover goods.

“do you see Sabrina ndak?” Ask the accountant.

“mbak Sabrina... mbak Sabrina has come home from earlier pak” said the employee.

“WHAT?!!! (accountant looked confused, asked the employee again) How long ago did Sabrina return home?” the accountant asked a little panicked, he immediately reached into his smartphone to contact Sabrina's phone.

“maybe it's been about fifteen minutes sir,” said the employee.

The sound of a continuous tone by the accountant, the tone was immediately cut off making the accountant even more confused. He again tried to contact until a tone was heard stating that Sabrina's phone could not be contacted.

Sabrina stopped her bike when she heard the notification tone on her smartphone, her beautiful eyes staring at the screen of the black phone.

“ fights...my phone is dead. I better go back home as soon as”, Sabrina paddled her bike back to the Adiwijaya residence.

The accountant constantly tried to contact Sabrina, but still remained disconnected. He then contacted Andhini to let him know if Sabrina was on her way back to Adiwijaya's residence.

Time and again he kept trying to contact Andhini, sounding a continuous tone but no one picked up. Andhini's phone on the charger continued to vibrate on the nightstand, until it was written several calls from the same number.

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The ominous aura felt so familiar in that veranda room, all looking so tense. Nicholas grabbed a glass cup containing tea served by mbok Darmi.

Although Adiwijaya is not happy with the presence of Nicholas and Arman in his house, he must still treat guests well.

“As you can see, I came here only to meet the woman that Mr. Arman would give me. you better not make it difficult.(as you can see, I came here only to meet the woman that Mr. Arman would give me. you better not complicate it...” Nicholas has not yet finished his talk directly on the sidelines by Raka who does not accept his fiancee in abasement.

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