Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Forty eight

Know what it feels like to be rejected before revealing? That's how Bentrand feels now. After a gloomy dinner, Betrand chose to avoid Alsava and busied himself with work.

It's been a week that the handsome, tall man has been avoiding a girl named Alsava. Somehow his feelings still did not fade even though he already knew the status of Alsava who was a widow.

Even if she had to date, Betrand would not date a widow no matter how much she liked. That's the principle of this handsome guy, knowing his extended family would disagree strongly if he was with a widow.

Let him bury this feeling of joy which fortunately has not been so deep. It was only a matter of time, such was Betrand's consolation sentence to himself when his heart throbbed in pain as he passed by Alsava.

"The real work of Alsava."

Betrand's tone was made as flat as possible, sounding like a wise superior reprimanding his subordinates.

Alsava's hand that was wiping the table stopped, the girl turned to Betrand who seemed to be in a hurry to turn around and step away. The girl frowned faintly then shook her head slowly and continued the work that had been delayed.

"From the beginning that was love, the pain was endless," said Alsava sounding concerned but with the biggest smile.

Maybe if someone else heard and witnessed Alsava's expression, they would think he was crazy or mentally disturbed. Let it be, Alsava can now work quietly because he believes Betrand will step back slowly and stop approaching him.

Alsava sighed deeply, throwing a glance at the glass window that displayed the busy view of the highway. I don't know why his heart is upset but don't know what it is because. The shadow of Rafan's innocent face while still her husband Roman flashed in the eye, then suddenly her heart throbbed in pain.

"May you be well Bang," said Alsava as he cleaned up the equipment and went back into the kitchen of the restaurant.

On the other side of the earth, a man was sitting limply with a pile of papers on the table. Pile up two elbows on the table and head against a clenched fist.

His handsome face was blocked with a dark color under the eyelids and a thin sideburn that began to decorate the face. The man sighed and then closed his eyes. Wishing can be a little lightening the burden of the mind and tightness in the heart over the burden of the mind is very much.

The sound of knocking on the door made him open his eyes and straighten his back. After letting the person behind the leaf get in. Rafan took out a stack of papers and began to study them.

"Sorry what uncle bothers you?" uncle Yo asked after entering and closed the door to Rafan's office again in a meeting.

"No uncle, please sit down! Is there any good news?"

Rafan got up and moved to sit on the long sofa in the room. Uncle Yo also sat next to Rafan without hesitation. Uncle Yo looked at Rafan softly and then patted him on the shoulder several times, he felt proud and compassionate towards this nephew.

"Uncle apologizes for all the trouble Rangga made." Uncle Yo's head lowered, his hands were now squeezing each other on the lap.

"No uncle, don't apologize!"

Rafan clasped Uncle Yo's fist and looked at her. Uncle Yo smiled gently.

"The stairs have gone too far for Fan, let uncle punish the bratty boy." Uncle Yo's voice sounded fiery.

"No uncle, because if that happens, uncle's son will do worse things than this." Rafan let go of his hand and looked straight ahead.

A week ago, Rafan was made dizzy not playing by the behavior of Rangga who fled abroad with company money that is not small. Make the company's finances become unstable and the loss of confidence of investors due to declining stock prices of the company.

Some projects that have been halfway through many filed for the cancellation of cooperation, not to mention the investors who withdrew all their investments. Companies as big as Dizhwar corporation turned out to be shaky and overshadowed by the word 'bankrupt' in the near future if Rafan can not solve the problem in the near future.

"Uncle will try to find other support Fan, Uncle please stay strong and do not give up!" Rafan nodded in response.

"Uncle is ready to help as much as uncle can, so don't feel alone."

"Well, can I ask for that support now?"

***

"Mother first yes Va" said Ms. Gendhis as she leaned against the doorway. Alsava looked and nodded.

"Yes ma'am please, it's a little more."

Alsava's hands that had been stopped are now again skilled at putting clothes into plastic so that customers are ready to take.

"Yes, don't forget later"

"Take out all the plugs and turn off all the lights before going home and locking the door."

Alsava cut off Gendhis's words and said the words that Gendhis often spoke to him. Bu Gendis nodded then smiled.

"Yes, my mother is home."

Bu Gendhis passed and then there was the sound of the roar of the car moving away. Lately, Gendhis was often in the laundry place until night because her husband often had a job outside the house until night.

The mature woman who always looks beautiful with her scarf veil, has not been blessed with children to make her lonely if alone at home. That's why he started a laundry business that has grown until now.

Alsava locked the outside door tightly and made sure it was locked properly before finally stepping home to the contract. His steps were made wider to see the condition of the streets he passed somehow felt more lonely than usual.

The night wind blew quite hard on his thin body, making Alsava tighten the jacket worn. Her hair immediately stood up, she was goosebumps for nothing. Gently rubbing the nape of the neck hoping to slightly reduce the discomfort that began to frighten him.

"What the hell is going on tonight?"

Alsava bergidig's body, then looked at the cell phone he took from inside the jacket pocket. Even though the night is not so late because the digital clock on his phone still shows at 9 p.m. A few days ago he even came home at eleven in the evening, but why is it so gripping tonight?

Alsava is accelerating the pace to be fast to contract. Half ran while looking back but suddenly his body fell backward quite hard.

"Ouch!" Alsava fell down because he hit something that felt hard.

The girl got up to her feet wagging the dirty back shirt from touching the ground, then made sure of the hard object she had just hit. When making sure something in front of him was armed with a street light that was not far from there, Alsava widened his eyes.

"Let'soooooo!"

Immediately screaming in shock, but the cry of Alsava stopped because his mouth was smothered by a large hand that somehow felt soft to touch the lips.

"Sstttttt!"

After Alsava calmed down and no longer shouted, the hand-pilker released his clot and stood looming before the girl, a little distant but still close.

"Who are you?" alsava asked softly with a body trembling in fear, the girl had trouble scanning the face of the man in front of her amid the dimness.

She's not a rich man or the daughter of a conglomerate who could be the target of a kidnapping. But wait, aren't human organ sales trending these days? Alsava grew stronger with his own thoughts.

"Who do you think?"

Alsava's eyes rounded to recognize the owner of this heavy voice before him.