Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Forty three

Rafan bent his face hearing the decision in the boardroom this afternoon. The man locked his mouth since. Still reluctant to open the sound let alone enter the food or drink goods even though the day has gone dark.

The man was sitting pensively in the garden behind his house. Sitting leaning back in a long chair, Rafan swept a gaze staring at some beautiful looking ornamental plants in front of him. The glow of the garden light makes the view more beautiful and comfortable.

A gust of wind that is quite cold feels piercing the surface of the skin is ignored. His heart was feeling restless, even experiencing a crisis of confidence right now.

"Although the Dizhwar corporation was founded by the Dizhwar family, we cannot trust the boy who ran away from responsibility two years ago. We reject the appointment of a new CEO even though he's the sole heir to the Dizhwar family!"

Stern remarks from the elders of the most shareholders continue repeatedly in Rafan's head like a tangled cassette. Getting rejection almost from all designed to make Rafi not wart and had time to defend herself.

Ah.. Rafan forgot he was wrong, two years ago it was rash and childish. Now he is slumped alone without family, friends, fiancee and not even trusted to occupy a position as CEO in the company that his grandfather built with difficulty.

"Master.. "

Rafan looked back and found bi Asih holding a tray containing a cup that was still reflecting smoke.

"From Bi, just put it there" said Rafan, pointing at a small round table not far from his reach. Signal that bi Asih put the tray there and bi Asih also according.

The middle-aged woman stared softly at the face of her master's son. There is a feeling of pity as well as worry about seeing Rafan's condition like this. Rafan's character changes considerably upon his return after disappearing for four months.

The young master who likes to play orders and does not want to know someone's difficulties, turns into an independent employer and has a good sense of empathy for the surrounding environment. The way he dealt with the problem was quite a significant change.

If Rafan used to be sure to go berserk and destroy goods when his wish could not be realized. But now, Rafan was just silent and pensive.

Bi Asih and some of the female servants in this house had a thought, if possible Rafan switched with others when found a few weeks ago.

Although it was carried away by the flow of assumptions of female servants, in fact bi Asih was able to recognize Rafan who he had been foster since childhood even without certain characteristics. Rafan is still the child of his employer who is soft-hearted and warm, although the character changes are quite striking but the basic habits remain the same.

Rafan was fragile from the inside a long time ago. His body does look healthy and strong but holds a deep pain when you have to lose the figure of a mother in adolescence, then lose the figure of a father who is always immersed in work.

Fortunately Rafan did not fall into the wrong relationship, the boy did not like to drink alcohol or play women. His father used to be very strict to keep his son's company even though he was busy with work.

And Rafan is a submissive child despite harboring all his own. To be honest Rafan is a man who thirsts for affection. So when he was betrothed to Alexi, the man received well and made Alexi the world as well as the source of his happiness.

And now, bi Asih is increasingly concerned about what happened to Rafan. She is left alone because her fiance is married to her own cousin and is not accepted as the heir to her own family's company.

Bi Asih sighed then ventured closer to Ragan who was still staring blankly in any direction.

"mmm.. Mister."

Rafan looked over with a flat expression. Bi Asih swallowed his saliva heavily, eyeballs wandering agilely before speaking.

"The weather's cold, you better get inside." The head of the Asih bi lowered his head afraid that Rafan would explode in anger because he was sassy to advise.

"Did Aunt have a child?"

Bi Asih raised his head to look at Rafan in surprise, not predicting Rafan's question at all.

"Sa-I have a Master, my son there are two and is married all. My granddaughter even wants four."

Bi Asih lips review the smile when telling the story of his son and grandson. Every day off from work, the middle-aged woman would visit her two children in turn. Letting go of longing and familiar chatting with each other.

"Sorry Sir."

"Why apologize Bi? I'm glad Bibi still has people to hang out with and love each other. Not like me." Rafan's voice weakened at the end of the sentence making bi Asih look back at him pity.

"Master... "

"Let's go in Bi, at least I have to be healthy to face tomorrow. Because I'm only alone now, so be good at taking care of myself."

Rafan stood up, fixed his clothes and began to step into the house while carrying a cup containing tea made by Asih.

"Hurry and marry, sir, so that this big house will be crowded."

Bi Asih's speech was a little presumptuous for the size of a butler, but made Rafan's heart warm to hear it. Apparently there is still some attention on him. Rafan turned to look straight at bi Asih.

"Bi's prayers, hopefully soon to meet the right soul mate."

The sentence was neither long nor short, so the cover before his step actually entered the house and disappeared behind the elevator door that crawled up to the third floor.

"May your happiness come soon" said bi Asih before closing the back door of the house and locking it tightly.

***

Alsava did not expect that paying the debt would be this complicated. A few days ago it was difficult because the money had not been collected. But now, when the money is already there another problem arises. How and where should Alsava deliver this money belonging to Rafan? Maybe if the girl knew Rafan's account number it would be much easier to just transfer.

But how could a girl seem to be able to get the account number of an heir to a well-known company. Alsava was sitting limp on the terrace floor of the laundry shop owned by Gendhis. The wind of the night that blows quite hard makes the girl's body shudder coldly and close the jacket she was wearing.

Doldrumsily stood up and stared once more at the laundry shophouse that he had locked tightly. Sighs and swings back to the contract.

Upon signing, Alsava's mind was still dizzy thinking about how to pay the debt to Rafan. If the Dizhwar family is as good as Wiryo said, Alsava is increasingly upset and wants to immediately break with the family.

She was just a poor orphan girl who did not want to add to the difficulties of life if she continued to deal with rulers like the Dizhwar family. Had crossed his mind to just come to the office where Pak Wiryo worked and pay his debt to Rafan.

The man may have worked and taken over the company. But the thought was soon Alsava tepis because for that, he had to go through a pretty long and tiring bureaucracy.

Alsava sighed deeply and leaned back on the head of the bed.

"Maybe I should come to his house." Alsava mangosteen after finding a brilliant idea just now.

"But I don't know where the address is." The head of Alsava looked up throwing a blank stare at the rented ceiling.

"Damya!"

Instantly Alsava's body jumped down from the bed, his hands deftly rummaging through a pile of worn books that had been several sheets off.

"Look, I was seconded to Mr. Dizhwar's house to help clean the house that was lacking waiters at that time" muttered Alsava without stopping his activities.

"Thank goodness to see you" Alsava exclaimed cheerfully after finding a piece of paper containing Rafan's address.

The heart of the girl was carefree without burden because thinking that she could soon break the relationship with the Dizhwar family for good.

"But... is it not a problem that I came directly?" lirih Alsava.