Pressure From Ex Husband

business trip

After two hours of travel, we finally arrived.

If you feel uncomfortable, this trip feels very far and long.

'What because of the one sitting next to me there is Mr. Dimas who incidentally is my superior.

Huuuufft, if the departure is the same team, maybe the story will be different again.

Surely during the trip will be exciting and feel happy.

For some reason, every time faced with Mr. Dimas, I feel I have known for a long time and have met before.

But if we've ever known, why did Mr. Dimas act cold like an ice cube so.

His speech is very economical, even rarely makes a sound if it is not about business matters.

Aaah come on, why did I think of that jutek boss anyway.'

Huuuuf Hana exhaled violently, closing her eyes with an indistinct thought.

"Hana, why are you still dreaming there?

Do you want to be locked in the car?" the familiar baritone voice in Hana's ear seemed upset outside with Hana's behavior that had not yet come out of the car.

'I waited for him for almost five minutes, but he didn't get out of the car.

When I came back to him seen from behind the glass, he daydreamed by leaning his head on the chair.

What is he thinking at the moment.

Is he not okay.

Aaah, if only you remembered me.

And being able to recognize me after almost fifteen years of not meeting.

Do you not remember my voice.

A voice that often sings you a song, when you sit alone in the campus garden.' Dimas recalls his past while still the same as being a student with Rihana, which even now has been forgotten by Rihana.

"Yes sir, sorry..."

Rihana answered nervously and looked scared if I would scold her.

It's not hard to see him like this.

You have to fight alone and bear the burden of your life alone.

I promise, that I will always take care of you even from afar and in my way that you may never understand.' Inner Dimas monologued with a glaring gaze towards Rihanna.

He opened the car door, and as he walked out from behind the door.

Her pretty face looks nervous.

But covered it with an awkward smile.

"Huuuff......

Why am I so nervous when dealing with Mr. Dimas.

What's wrong with me?

O Allah, forgive this heart.

I should know myself and keep my boundaries." Inner Rihana was anxious.

"I'm sorry sir.

Sorry for making you wait."

Mr. Dimas just nodded, and walked towards the meeting place with his broad steps.

I try to align my steps so as not to fall far behind.

I had a little trouble following him, how not.

The person he has long legs, automatically his steps are wider and faster, while I have a small and short body, of course my steps are not as wide as him.

When I was right behind him with a little run to follow his steps.

Suddenly Dimas stopped and turned around.

Ooowh...

I almost hit him in the back.

My body was so close that it was only a few inches away from him.

His shady eyes, and his face that looked so charismatic, stunned me.

Why did Mr. Dimas look at me that way, what was currently on his mind.

Oh my God, is this heart beating the same.

'Well do you think Rihana, Don't dream, wake up this is still morning.'

I took a few steps back, with my head lowered, while nervously fixing my veil.

"Sorry sir, yes..."

My lips quivered from feeling uneasy and embarrassed by my carelessness.

"Hmmmm, next time if the road is seen and focused, so as not to happen again with the unwanted."

His face was flat and cold.

I also understand .

"Are all the files required for the meeting complete?

Is anyone missing?" ask Mr. Dimas coldly.

"Everything is ready sir, and no one is left behind" I replied slightly groggy with his sharp gaze.

"All right!!" mr. Dimas is like a cold, bland ice cube, a bitch.

Meeting went well.

All branches report as expected.

Turnover is up nearly eighty percent.

An incredible feat in a pandemic like this.

Two o'clock in the afternoon we headed back to our way home.

At half-time five cars had already passed the border entrance to the city knew.

No conversation and no music during the trip, quiet and boring.

Passing through one of the mini markets.

When he opened the car door.

He asked me to come down too.

"I'm coming down too sir?"

I dared to ask, because I honestly felt uncomfortable.

"Yes, come down and come with me inside.

Follow me shopping."

"Good sir."

I opened the car door and walked out.

But this time, Mr. Dimas walked calmly and more casually.

So I'm not too hard to follow in his footsteps.

Mr. Dimas took the shopping bed that was already provided.

But he took two baskets and one was given to me.

I accept it confused.

Maybe Mr. Dimas understood what was on my mind from how I received a basket from him.

"I'm not asking you to go shopping either.

Enough of you to accompany me shopping." Cold and creepy, that's the impression of Mr. Dimas in my eyes right now, until this knee is difficult to move.

I just nodded my head.

In my heart, I would like to say that I want to quickly return home, because the day has begun to evening.

I don't want to leave Alma for long at home, even though Alma is now definitely accompanied by her bud.

But how do I talk to Mr. Dimas.

I can only just follow him shopping with a giant step.

"Alma still likes to drink milk?"

What?????

Why did Mr. Dimas ask like this, yes, where did Mr. Dimas know Alma, God what else is this.

"Eemmmm.....

Alma liked the milk of any box, as long as it was not the white of the pack." I was forced to answer it, because I did not want my time to be longer here.

"Owh.okay" he answered flatly.

Hand pack Dimas deftly take some milk boxes with various brands.

Strawbery and chocolate are her targets.

Each brand of milk box, he took each 10 boxes.

I can only gawk at Mr. Dimas.

'For what did Mr. Dimas buy that much box of milk?

Does your child like to drink boxed milk too?

Eeh but wait a minute...

Mr. Dimas is not married.

His age is above me.

Aaah I don't know leave it alone, it's none of my business either.

My job is to just accompany him shopping and after this go home.

I can't wait to meet my girl.

After taking all kinds of milk box brands.

Mr. Dimas deftly took the Snack and the bread and put it in my bed.

So many that it does not fit.

After shopping for snacks and milk.

He moved to a place where he needed a bath and a kitchen.

Two baskets are not enough, finally the same waiter mini market brought two more baskets.

While the two baskets that were full of groceries were brought to the cashier table.

Once enough is felt and two additional baskets are also full.

Mr. Dimas walked to the cashier to make the payment.

"The total is all seven hundred and ninety-eight packs."

Mr. Dimas gave me some red money.

Five big pockets are in my hands and Dimas sir.

I only brought two bags of crackles.

While the rest of the three bags were carried by Mr. Dimas.

All the groceries are put in the trunk.

We got in the car.

And the car went back to splitting the road.

"Sir, go straight to the road sergeant Bahrun ya." Dimas sir gave the driver instructions.

'To the road sergeant Bahrun, that's my home address.' I doubt it.

"Yes, I'll take you home because it's starting late in the afternoon" replied Mr. Dimas casually.

"But my montor's in the office."

"You're safe in the office, no need to worry."

Dimas was too jutek to make Rihana upset who only able to in his pendam in the heart.

#####the more here looks Yes the feeling of Mr. Dimas to Rihana.

May they be fooled, Aamiin...