
~Agreement~
Kinan who felt annoyed that Pras had already completely ignored him. Pras never glanced at him who had already craved the man so much.
Kinan devised his cunning plan which would make Pras realize that only he deserved to accompany him.
"I'll take you. At first you were mine. You should have been my husband. Not my cousin's husband." Kinan was so emotional in his room alone.
Kinan. This afternoon, he invited his cousin to lunch together. He wants to make a calculation with Cyra.
Kinan walked out of his room and went straight to the front door of his house.
"Kinan, where are you going?" ask Yuni.
"I want to go."
Kinan just passed by without telling him where he was going.
Kinan drives his own car. He's headed for his place to make a pact with Cyra.
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Cyra was done with her duties at the restaurant. He asked George for permission to leave the hotel because he wanted to meet someone.
George gives Cyra permission to take a break out of the hotel.
"Where is he going? Tumben once he goes out."
George saw Cyra leaving in a taxi.
"Not picked up by her husband. Who will she meet?" George was suspicious.
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Pras is busy in his office because there are several furniture projects. Because many employees are new and still adjusting to their duties. Pras inevitably had to take part in the success of the project. He could not just sit still and watch.
"Prass. I'm gonna go for a second. I have something to buy." Jessica Permission.
Pras just nodded as he was busy with his laptop.
Pras is designing a special furniture order of an official.
If he manages to deliver what the official wants. Of course other officials will come to order furniture in its place.
"Please go to my room."
Pras called his secretary. Bagas is like his right hand. He taught Bagas how to work well and secrets in order to design well.
"You keep my picture. Make some good batik pictures. This official wants his closet to have batik carvings on every door." Pras Obvious.
Bagas immediately took over the task of Pras. Pras took a break and called his wife's cell phone.
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Cyra got to a place. He met Kinan there. A restaurant not too far from where he works.
"Hi." Sapa Kinan's.
"Hi." Cyra was so happy to see her cousin again.
They used to play together often
Although sometimes Kinan often envied what he had, but Cyra never thought evil to his cousin.
"Cyra, come with me. We go somewhere."
Cyra got into Kinan's car. He was so amazed that Kinan could drive his own car and own a car.
"Have you eaten?" ask Kinan.
Cyra shakes. "No, yet" he answered.
Kinan grinned. "Eat this bread. To fill your stomach. Sorry the bread I opened. I ate one of those things."
Kinan gave the torn bread with the condition already open.
Cyra accepted it and split one part and ate it.
"We're going there." Kinan showed me the place.
Cyra felt her gaze become blurry. He felt very dizzy and nauseous.
"Cyra ... Cyra, what's wrong with you?" Kinan called out his cousin's name.
"I'm dizzy and my stomach's nauseous." Cyra massaged his forehead.
"Patience. We'll be there soon. Maybe you're very hungry."
Kinan accelerated his car.
Kinan smirked seeing Cyra in so much pain.
What is Kinan really doing? Why did Cyra become dizzy and nauseous?