
Mas Ryan ran towards Dimas then shook Dimas' shoulder excitedly, "Dim, I'm going to Singapore now. Now please take care of all the business here huh. I'll ask Erick to get a power of attorney."
"Mas, why all of a sudden? What is this Mas?" ask Dimas curiously.
"Dita Dim, Dita and my son are in Singapore" he said.
"Seriously you are? Sit down Mas, you calm down first" asked Dimas who was still confused.
"I'm serious, Mr. Our client Lee in Singapore just called me. He said his wife met Dita in the hospital" replied Mas Ryan who is now calmer.
"We studied S2 there Dim" he continued.
Suddenly Dimas remembered about the scholarship test that Dita followed a few years ago, he immediately regretted why not think a little about it all along.
Then Mas Ryan said goodbye and disappeared. Dimas went straight into Mas Ryan's room and took some files that he had to learn because only recently Mas Ryan authorized him.
It's been a year since Dimas worked at Mas Ryan's office. Mr. Bagas must release it with a heavy heart. But not Mas Ryan's name if you can not seduce his best friend to release Dimas in order to work with him.
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His years of waiting will soon be answered. The feeling of longing and tightness in his chest increasingly erupted as if it no longer fit in it.
The glance of his watch shows the clock 12.00 Indonesian time. According to estimates, the plane will land at 13:20 Singapore time. That means in about 20 minutes he'll be here.
And sure enough, as soon as the plane finished landing, Mas Ryan was the first person standing in line waiting for the door to open.
After arriving at the arrival hall, Mas Ryan headed straight for the exit and looked for the car that picked him up. He had booked a car with the driver he used to rent for his business trip in Singapore.
Long enough they drive to reach Dita's address. Understandably, NUS is indeed located in the suburbs. So it took a little while to reach it.
Soon the taxi driver pointed to a building that Mas Ryan was referring to. Looks like a tall building like an apartment but in a simple version. He went out and entered the building and began to ask the people who lived there. Every time he saw people, he immediately asked by describing the characteristics of Dita.
Because Dita only tells the name of the building to Mr. Lee's wife, now Mas Ryan is forced to search and ask on each floor.
After two hours he was busy asking here and there but has not yet produced results. Until in the end he met an ethnic Indian woman who was a little fat was sweeping around the stairs. Ryan immediately approached him and asked, apparently he knew Dita. He said it was a year ago Dita moved out of the apartment, but he did not know where Dita moved.
Ryan was also sitting down. Turns out Dita gave her old address to Mr. Lee's wife. It seems that he really does not want to be known by anyone.