Nadira (forgotten)

*The injury behind the party

Leaf ridge falling,

Give color to life

So is your presence, too,

you should be able to color my day,

But in fact it isn't, though,

Your presence only gives a thousand wounds to my heart,

who knows when you will be healed.

by.Mamay

Dira decided to wear her dress plus a brown hijab with a flower tile on the top right made an elegant and classy impression.

this Dira with its veil, still looks beautiful even though it is covered with a veil.

Somehow Satya asked Dira to wear a veil, he said to look polite just the reason, ah I don't know but certainly om Satya always knows the best for Dira.

While Ema chose a suit that is not far from the style, even though it has been selected a dress similar to me even rejected it with the reason not her style. But Dira still forced to dress Ema to look more different than usual

This is Ema with his style, but Dira gives a little polish so as not to look fiercely rich Thugs market hehe..

Dira and Ema set off with Bagas' personal driver, as Bagas was unable to attend the event. Only Satya was asked to accompany Dira and watch over his nephew

Om Satya controls his weapon, handsome kaan readers....

Satya stood in front of her car waiting for Dira and also Ema who had not come, even though it had been more than half an hour she was waiting for him in front of the event building, but the two women did not show up either.

Before long the latest sports car from Bagas passed right in front of him, it was certain he knew who was in it. Soon he entered the car and sat down next to the driver.

"Why do you pout anyway?" ask Dira when Satya has attached the perfect bokonya in the car seat.

"Have you done anyway? Ok until the tau tauuran do not wait for you" sungut while advancing his lips 5 centi than usual

"Hehe. sorry om, it was on the road Dira help grandfather first, pity he was in the field there the young men less work who want to seize the results of his grandfather's labor, his grandfather, so Dira down for a while just sat-sit-set gubrak, already deh hehe" replied Dira with a cry

"You, already wearing a pretty dress even fight in the street. Then what's your job, Ema?" now Satya's anger turns to Ema. I pat Satya on the shoulder and put on my fierce face

While om Satya only scratched his nape that did not itch.

The car stopped right on the red carpet that was stretched deliberately indeed for the invited guests.

Warm welcome given by the recipient to the invitees present, what a luxurious party if only to celebrate the birthday ck ck ck I can only shake my head.

I swung my feet through the red carpet, ala-ala artist who attended the gala premiere of his film or haha award show is there.

Beside him Ema faithfully accompanied him to walk, while Satya instead stood behind the bodyguard bodyguard that escorted Dira and Ema, actually Dira was a little confused by his behavior, but Dira knew that it was impossible for her to do something for no reason so she just complied.

All eyes were on us, perhaps more precisely me who came using the veil for the first time. Usually parties like this I tell mbak Yuni or other staff to come because I am not here.

Some say very graceful, some praise the beauty of these eyes, some praise the Solehanya but some say tacky and so forth, let as they please speak what, but some say tacky, Toh Dira came to the event because of the invitation and used polite clothes.

Once entering the hall where the core place of the event is so magnificent, luxurious and spectacular makes me think whether if people are already rich must do the same thing so that people are considered distinguished or what is the name. In a prosperous life like now Dira was used to be simple, corporate birthday celebrations were usually done simply, is not the company in value that the work is not in fact the image, it is not the image,or is this image really important to increase the popularity and image of the company? my mind went everywhere.

The chair has been arranged in such a way in accordance with the invitation received, coincidentally where the duduku is in the middle of the direct to the front stage.

Dira noticed the surroundings, almost all of the invited guests he knew him. Only a few are still foreign, maybe because he was also recently in Indonesia.

As his eyes looked in front of his gaze was fixed on the man who was staring at him from earlier,

"It turns out that there is also Biantara here, of course he exists because of the company he also includes a large company in this city" he said in his heart

Business talks do not escape at this party event, because the scope is the majority of all business people. There are indeed reliable business people there are also accomplished business people who only rely on the mouth. Why can Dira talk that way, because he often meets people like that.

While Bian from earlier looked at Dira without a blink. Although already using a veil but Bian can know a Nadira very well.

"Gentlemen, the core event will begin. To the honourable Mr. Hamzah and his family are expected to go to the stage of the event" Voice mc show stopped the conversation all.

From the top of the stairs Down Mr. Hamzah family, Dira's view is fixed on two levels above Mr. Hamzah. Dira knows that face. Even knew him well. He's good, papah Dira. His eyes continued to be fixed on the faces that walked towards the stage, Now he remembered the face of Mr. Hamzah. Dira returned at the age of 10 years, when he accidentally heard the conversation Papahnya with the old grandfather who was none other than Mr. Hamzah, his business partner.

So his papa sacrificed him for all his world affairs. He was the price to pay for all this sparkle. What heart of the child that will stand if in the position of Dira, his heart slashed that the wound has not dried perfectly but now in the brine flush, grievous. In addition to their happy laughter like vinegar that poured out on all these wounds, hiks.hiks.hey screamed, but as much as possible Dira could bear. He did not want to look weak especially in front of people like them.

The hand felt in his hand. Ema, she tightly grasped Dira's hand trying to give strength to her superiors as well as her family. Ema already considers Dira as her own sister who must always be protected.

I nodded my head, gesturing if I was okay, I was fine. Yes I should be fine, the journey is still long and it all takes energy, Dira should not be weak. Yes Nadira Princess is strong, must be strong. Dira tried as much as possible to hold back all the anger in his heart.

"It is fitting that om Satya ask me to wear a veil, It turns out that there is a secret behind all this and they already know it" Inner Dira saw Ema and om Satya alternately, taking turns, while the ones in the lyrics are only silent with their flat faces.

"But why im Bagas did not come, would not be exciting if he came. Surely this party will be more festive right with the presence of om Bagas here" hem. Either because of this anger or because.......

Because what are you guys???

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