More Than Marriage
Agra Decreements
Nathan was moving randomly in front of Agra's room. These few days Agra gave him an unusual task. Related to feeling. Of course Nathan the stone man would not like an emotionally draining job. He prefers to wrestle with numbers and curves, calculating the profits of his master's company.
The phone on the Secretary's desk rings. Nathan looked. He knows whose phone he's calling from. “Good, Mr.” Leni hung up the phone call. Walked to Nathan. “Mr Nathan, Mr. Agra is waiting for you.” Why are you going to go back and forth at the door? Nathan shook his hand. Leni understands and withdraws.
“Tuan.” Nathan walked into Agra's room after knocking on the door. In his hand were several pieces of paper. Put the papers on the table very carefully. The last one put a key on it.
“Everything's in order?”
“Iya, Sir. Your new home is ready and can already be occupied today as well.”
Agra mangosteen. Praising the quick work of his Personal Assistant. It never disappoints and is always reliable. Who knew that Nathan was sad to do this job.
“There's a problem? Why is your face so bent? You're like a kind of kindergarten who lost a toy.”
You don't know how the madam cried sobbing. I can't bear to see it. “Begini, Sir. Madam cried knowing you wanted to stay apart from the main house. The Big Lady wishes you to rethink your decision. He still misses you so much after five years of separation. Mistress ...,” pauses. The pull of Agra's eyebrows indicates Nathan must finish his sentence immediately. “The lady even begged me to persuade you.”
Agra seemed to take a deep breath and exhale slowly. His black bead was slightly damp as soon as he imagined the face of his beloved mother who was crying. Remember the close embrace when at the airport and the grip of the hand that does not want to be released when in the car. All this time only his mother had always supported all Agra's decisions, but to stay in that house .. ah, it felt like Agra could not.
“How, Mr?” Nathan interrupts until Agra's focus returns to him.
“You know for yourself, Nath. I can't live in a house full of bad memories! My heart ached every time I remembered Papah's behavior that forced me to get engaged to Allen. Because of papah's selfishness until I had to lose Kinara. Moreover, when I saw my father's face, it felt too heavy to live together under one roof. After all since childhood my relationship with my father was never good.”
“I understand, Sir, I will pass everything on to Madam.”
“Tell me if Mom can stay at my house. Anytime and for any length of time. My door is always open for her.”
“Good, Mr.”
“Now my power has exceeded my father's. I can do anything as my heart desires. He can't force me anymore. I'm tired of being his chess nipper. Clothes, education, friends, even wives are all arranged by him. I'm tired of being a doll of her life.”
Nathan's down deep. She knows very well how Agra went through childhood to adolescence with great stress. Restrained and imprisoned in the power of his father. Agra and Allen's lives are not much different. Equally suffering. Equally wounded.
“You can get out.”
“Good, Mr.”
***
Agra Grissham's. Men who have hearts as cold as ice, stiff, frozen, and never touched by warmth. Everyone says his life is full of luck. Success at a very young age of 27. Who is not amazed by the glorious achievement of an Agra. Without everyone knowing. He had to pay for that success with a tormenting feeling of loneliness and longing for his first love. Kinara Amalia's.
The money and power he has cannot make Agra happy. Five years of fighting in a land of broken people is not easy. And here's Agra now. Sitting in the chair of the President Director at the largest telecommunications company in Jakarta. Now he's made it. After this nothing else will rule his life. He can move anywhere, with anyone, and whenever he wants.
“About branch company how?”
Nathan reached into his trousers and pulled out a thin rectangular object that specifically contained his master's agenda. “Tomorrow you have a visit schedule. Around ten in the morning after the meeting with colleagues from Japan.”
“Ah, okay. Do they know my face?” ask Agra. Nathan's forehead wrinkled at the question from his Boss. For a second, he understood. It must be about the acquisition of a small communications company that just moved owners.
“Oh. For the new leader they don't know yet, sir. So tomorrow in addition to visiting you will also be introduced as the new President Director. It's just a small company, won't take up too much of your time.”
“Good.”
Agra's forehead tightly crinkled reading the row of names there. His breathing began to weigh heavily with a sharp look in his eyes. The pile of files that Nathan brought out managed to ignite his emotions, which almost went out a while ago.
Nathan's down. He already knew what made Agra's facial expression change completely.
“Explain to me. How many names is Allen in the world?”
“There may be many, Sir, I have not searched for accurate data, but for the name of Allen who is tetera in the document and works in a subsidiary company .. It seems that it is indeed Miss Allen you mean, she said, daughter of the family Caitlin.”
Allen, Allen, and Allen. He was tired of hearing the woman's name go out into his eardrum. “He works under me?” ask Agra. Nathan nodded heavily in response. “Pick only! I don't want to see his face and then cross it near me. Makes me nauseous!” he cried with sharp eyes.
“Emm .. alright, Mr.”
“You have any doubts?”
Not doubt. Perhaps more precisely Nathan felt sorry for Allen's fate. “I have no doubts, Sir, but only pity Miss Allen.”
“Passion?” Agra's eyebrows raised. Since when does an Allen Caitlin need to be pitied? A proud and arrogant woman does not seem to need mercy.
“Yes, sir, it's been five years that Miss Allen's life has changed. Even the last year Miss had to work hard because she had to pay for her life and the sickly grandmother.”
“You know a lot about the woman apparently!”
“I'm sorry, Mr.” Nathan lowered his head. He did not mean to offend Agra, behind Agra he did find out about Allen's news. Even the letters that Allen sent to Agra for five years were kept neat. Agra had given the order to burn it. Nathan's actions were based purely on pity and belief that Agra would someday need a pile of letters to read.
“You said what the woman should be? Working hard?! Hmh! Did the Caitlin family fall into poverty? I've never heard of the collapse of that giant company. Ah, did I miss the news?”
“No, Sir. The Caitlin family is not bankrupt, it's just Miss Allen ...” Nathan stopped his sentence as soon as he saw the change in emotion on Agra's face. It seemed like hearing Allen's name was already an allergy to him. Evidently since earlier Agra called Allen with the name ‘women it’.
“Speak enough, Nath! No need for much consideration. Is firing just one subordinate too difficult for you?”
“Good, Mr.”
Nathan resigned. He couldn't possibly go against his Boss's orders. So just run it even with half a heart.
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