
Bimo wriggling woke up from his nap, he went from the bed to the kitchen to fetch some drinking water but his steps stopped when he saw Reyna asleep on the sofa ,his head was covered in a makeshift sofa cushion and his legs were folded like a curled cat. Bimo approached, Reyna's eyes covered in disheveled hair, Really Bimo did not expect Reyna to survive waiting for him who could say harshly, really, slowly he held Reyna's feet about to correct his sleeping position but actually made the woman wake up and sit down.
Reyna's eyes gnawed, she held her head that felt dizzy from crying.
‘'Why didn't you come home?'' ask Bimo
‘'Still working hours, later violations'' Reyna tidied up her crumpled shirt
‘'Sleeping in working hours is also a violation''
‘'If we are reprimanded tomorrow Mr Alex how?''
‘'Say meeting until afternoon''
‘'Anterin I'm home Brother''
‘'Home alone can you, want me to take a taxi online?''
Reyna stomped her legs irritated, her hands grabbed the briefcase on the sofa then without a sound she walked towards the front.
‘'Sorry Rey.." Bimo's voice sounded behind him.
Reyna looks excited hoping Bimo changes his mind and wants to drive her home.
‘'Not that I don't want your anterin. I don't want to take people's wives, let alone Satria's wife, you should have said from the beginning. Maybe then there will be no misunderstanding all this time''
Reyna walked back to sit on the sofa next to Bimo
''I waited two days for you to explain it''
‘'I don't need any explanation Rey, I'm a nobody""
ILL
Bimo's words not only hurt Reyna but also hurt herself.
Reyna looked at the man beside her, she did not expect Bimo to say that at all. Reyna bit her lower lip, trying to comfort herself that she had misinterpreted Bimo's attention and body language to her all along.
That feeling grew back when she met Reyna and was shattered instantly in the face of a truly unexpected reality.
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Reyna locked herself in a room since she decided to take a taxi home from Bimo's house, she just needs time to be alone. Reyna ignored Satria's call and knock in front of her room, tears stopped flowing from the corner of her eyes. Reyna thought maybe this was the reply that had played with the wedding vows.
In the morning Reyna was on the move as usual, Satria approached to say hello but he paused when he saw Reyna's eyes were puffy, they were both just silent when finishing their breakfast. Reyna is determined to continue her work despite having to meet with Bimo.
Likewise, when Reyna met with Bimo in the office, talking as necessary for work.
''Reyna'' Bimo shifted his chair closer to his desk, given a pile of proposals full of scribbles here and there ''Please help me to the development section to revise some parts such as PT. A want'' he explained
''This is the last company we visited, brother?'' Reyna flipped through and watched it slowly
''Yes, if they approved the proposal as they wanted, we could have a big project. So please focus on me, Bimo continued without looking back at Reyna. He deliberately gave a slightly heavy task so that Reyna could quickly forget their problems.
''Brother Bimo is sure I can?'' Reyna was still struggling with sheet by sheet in front of her.
Surely Reyna you certainly can, this feeling grows just because it's used to it. Surely this feeling will also disappear because of habituation.
''Sister!'' reyna's call blew Bimo's mind, Am I capable of doing this myself? The material they requested for a much revised Kak'' Reyna put the pile of proposals on the table
''Eh, yes later I told Mr. Alex how good it is''
After lunchtime, Bimo reported that there will be a marketing team who will help Reyna to speed up the revision of the proposal and preparation of material samples. Three months is the maximum limit of PT.A give.
One month after Reyna and Bimo's communication happened just limited to work, Reyna became very quiet as well as Bimo, no more laughter. Both are drowning in their respective activities, Reyna also rarely accompany Bimo on routine visits. He always dodged for work reasons.
For both Reyna and Bimo the current conditions are an opportunity for them to bury beautiful seed candidates who have been torn apart by the harsh reality.