
A woman came in haste to enter the Volker Group company. His face looked red withstanding anger. Especially his stare so sharp. I don't know who that woman with light brown hair is angry with. He immediately headed to the reception with that angry face.
"Excuse me, I'd like to see Herra. Scribbles!" say the woman with a sharp word.
The receptionist woman was quite surprised by the poignant tone of the beautiful woman. However, he could not get angry because he had to always smile at the guests.
"If I could tell, who are you?" ask the receptionist politely.
"Say Dara wants to see her soon. Cepetan yah Mba. I don't want to be long," ketus women who turned out to be Dara again.
The receptionist was again surprised by Dara's tone. In a hurry, he took a phone call to call Herra. This woman in front of him was really testing his patience.
"Yes, Miss. There is a person named Dara who wants to meet with Miss," he explained in a polite tone.
["See you wait. I'll see you below"]
"None Miss. I will say soon" he said again
He immediately hung up and faced Dara again.
"Look Miss. You can wait for a while in the lobby. Because Miss Herra is doing a little work. He'll meet you in a minute" he explained in a polite tone.
Dara gave a rough sigh as she passed from the front of the receptionist without saying thank you. Dara walked quickly to the lobby.
"That's a girl why the hell?! Sinical very. Fuck up! PMS times," lamented the receptionist woman.
***
The open sound of the elevator was heard and Herra was seen coming out from inside. He walked towards the lobby because Dara was looking for him. I don't know why he felt bad this time. But he immediately tried to throw away that thought. Maybe there's something important that Dara needs to talk to her about.
Even though the hate is still there. However, Herra did not want to keep the liver disease for long. Better to be friends than enemies.
He saw Dara sitting there waiting for him. Herra immediately moved her feet towards Dara. He was a little worried that he had made the woman wait a long time.
"Bara. What do you need to do here?" ask Herra to face Dara.
Dara immediately got up from her seat. He looked at Herra with a very sharp look. Herra was slightly surprised by Dara's gaze. Why did it feel like that look was so unfriendly?
Is Dara angry? Because he had seen this gaze when Dara was angry because Vian who became his girlfriend when High School first.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You seem to be angry?" asked Herra with the furrowed brows.
"Do you know that Vian is dead?" dara asked in a tone of anger and pressure.
'jderr'
Like being struck by lightning when you hear Dara's speech. His eyes even widened hearing that. He was very surprised by what Dara said. How could?!
"What?! Vian is dead?! Don't joke Dara!" tekik Herra is quite emotional because Dara is joking according to him. This isn't april mop, is it?!
Fortunately, in the lobby area there are not too many people so it does not create a scene with a sound Herra quite loud. Otherwise, it was certain that everyone would stare directly at them. It became the center of attention.
"Currently, you don't act like Herra. You're the cause of Vian's death?" accuse Dara with a cynical look with a back-pressing tone.
Herra widened her eyes to hear the accusation from Dara. He was surprised twice to hear the words of Dara who even accused him of the cause of Vian's death.
"What do you mean?! How can you accuse me of doing it?!" herra protested with nosediving eyebrows.
"I know yesterday Vian came to see you to take you back, right?!" guess Dara with anger.
"Where do you know?" asked Herra with a confused face.
"It doesn't matter where I know. What matters now is that you're the prime suspect in Vian's murder" Dara accused, pointing her index finger at Herra.
Herra widened her eyes at the accusation.
"Become! How can you accuse me of doing it?! I admit that I met Vian yesterday. But I didn't do anything to him at all. I went straight back to the office after talking to her," Herra explained.
"But you were the last one to meet him. If not who else you are," Dara said with tears flowing.
Herra could not bear to see Dara crying in front of him now.
"But I'm not really Dara. If you don't believe me, you can check the CCTV near the cafe. You saw if I was with Vian from there," Herra explained trying to convince Dara.
"So who would have done it if not you?!" dara's strangulation
Herra knows that Dara really loves Vian. Fortunately, he plans to reject Vian's invitation to return.
"What about the chronology of Vian's death?" ask Herra
"I went to his house this morning. The servants gathered and cried. When I asked it turned out I saw Vian's body that was lifeless," said Dara with a sigh.
"Have you reported the police incident?" ask Herra
Dara nodded her head.
"I'm pretty sure that Vian was killed by someone" Dara explained
"Why can you be so sure?" ask Herra
"The red scar on his neck was allegedly broken by a human hand" said Dara
Herra was surprised by Dara's explanation. I don't know why his mind is now on Rizhan.
Is it possible that Rizhan did all this? ~ Inner Herra
"I don't think I can live without Vian. I love her so much" said Dara
Herra hugged Dara's body.
"Don't say that. You can't give up. We'll soon find out who killed Vian" Herra said
"Don't think I'm not suspicious of you. You'll still be a suspect" Dara took off Herra's embrace.
Herra sighed harshly.
"Whatever you wanna say. I obviously don't use it either. Mending we wait for information from the police about the real killer" explained Herra
***
After her workplace, Herra did not return to her apartment first. He is currently attending Vian's funeral. Dara seems to still be suspicious of him about Vian's death. Herra didn't care much about it. Most importantly, now he could wish Vian all the best.
Dear God, take Vian by your side. Take away the sins he has. May you calm there ~ Inner Herra with a sad look.
Without them realizing the figure of Rizhan was standing not far from there. He looked towards the cemetery with his evil smirk. After that, it disappeared like dust.
To be continued....