Second Woman

marrying dila

I stepped foot into the restaurant in the Siantar Hotel area. He glanced all over the room, and then moved to a table filled with three men, two of whom were older than me and another who looked the same age as me.

"Sorry, I'm late." I said while pulling a chair and sitting on it.

"No problem, Mr. Ryan. We just got here too." One of the three middle-aged men answered my words. The man wearing the grey suit smiled sympathetically.

I nodded with a firm attitude that became my hallmark. "All right, then. We can start our conversation."

The man dressed in a black shirt laughed. "You are indeed a disciplined CEO, Mr. Ryan. No doubt, the Pratama Company is advancing when it reaches your hands."

I just smiled in response to those unfortunate pleasantries.  "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Jhonatan."

The man whose full name is Jhonatan Taxco Rathore just nods and chuckles.

"Okay, let's talk about it." I fixed the sitting position and tidied up the tie.

This meeting was conducted indeed to discuss the issue of our company cooperation. In addition, investors from the city of Jakarta will also invest equally in the toll road construction project that will be implemented next year.

Forty minutes had passed and I closed the conversation. For some reason, from the past until now I did not really like the meeting held at the restaurant.

Not because of anything. I am a food enthusiast is a little disturbed by the smell of food that goes out throughout the restaurant room. Of course it's interrupting my focus zone.

Fortunately, our conversation is over. And I can chew something soon.

My hand waved towards a waitress wearing a heart-red uniform.

"What do you want to order, Mr Jhonatan?" I asked Jhonatan after the waitress approached us.

Jhonatan seemed to think for a while and said, "I think a serving of lasagna is enough to prop up my stomach for now. I still prefer my wife's cooking. That's why I don't want to make my stomach hold a lot of food. I want to eat Lolita's cooking after our meeting."

Me and the two other people who joined him at this table chuckled.

Speech correct. If only I could say something similar. It's just that my women at home aren't very good at holding spatulas and cauldrons. That's why our eating needs are arranged by the maid. But the matter of managing the garden, don't ask how my wife. He could spend hours in the park and ignore me who sometimes wants to wet him in the pool.

I shook my head and refocused with the three men before me.

"What about you, Mr Zain?" I looked at the man who looked the same age as me.

The man I called Mr. Zain shook his head slowly. "Sorry, maybe I won't be enjoying dinner with you. If this meeting is over, please step down. Because there's another rush waiting for me."

Jhonatan. "Very unfortunate. Then you can go first."

"Tell your Mama, Zain, that I'll be home after dinner tonight" said the gray-clothed middle-aged man, who is the parent of Zain Ramadani.

Zain just nodded. After saying the words excuse me in a formal tone, the man passed by.

"Women are hard to guess." Jhonatan opened the conversation after we finished ordering food at the handy waitress writing the order in a small notebook she always carried.

"Why do you say that?" I asked with curiosity. The topic of Women-themed conversation is quite interesting to me. Moreover, kin i I was facing the woman with the highest level of sensitivity.

Jonathan loosened the knot before answering. "When we tell them about the activities we do, they will answer as if they are all unimportant. But what if we don't give word, ugh, they will immediately search us and hold on to their own opinions without listening to our words."

I nodded in confirming. Arman Budiman is the father of Zain Ramadani.

"You're right, Mr. Jhonatan. My wife is also sometimes angry for no apparent reason. I often feel confused thinking and examining what mistakes I have made so that he can be angry like that. But I never found my fault." I'm trying to tell you the story of my life. Sharing a problem to get a solution is not a problem, right?

"Women are like that." Mr. Arman chimed in.

"I don't understand women's attitudes sometimes." I'm laughing. Thinking about Riani's attitude lately.

"Maybe you're too busy looking for faults in yourself, Mister."

The voice of a woman made me look at the table on the left where we were sitting. The look of a woman in a bright red dress, her long and black wave hair was very harmonious with her face. His white collar neck invited anyone to immerse his face there to inhale his scent.

"sorry. You're talking to me?" with a face I believe to be a fool I point at myself. Mr. Arman and Jhonatan just smiled at my interaction with the woman we did not know.

"Of course, sir. Who am I talking to again? The person closest to my desk is you." The woman smiled very sweetly. Her sensual lips made my attention slightly turn to it even if only for a short while. Because I immediately turned my eyes to the sweet face that was still smiling.

The woman moved from the chair she was sitting in. It seemed that he was just enjoying his dinner by himself. After he got near me, extended his hand and introduced himself.

"Viana. You can call me Ann, or Ana."

I welcomed the hand half-heartedly. What the hell is this woman, my curse is in my heart. Who wants to meet him? Ryan Pratama," I said inevitably.

the woman named Viana smiled and pulled her hand back and stretched it out to Mr. Arman and Jhonatan.

"I'm sorry if I meddle in your conversation. I just disagree a little bit with your opinion of women. Because I'm a woman too." The woman smiled back.

"Then you can explain to us about the woman, Miss Viana. So we can understand more about our wife." Jonathan, who was happy to speak, took the woman to sit next to him.

"Please, call me Ana" said Ana after she sat in the chair pulled by Jhonatan. "Your opinion of us women is very wrong. Because you are preoccupied with finding fault in yourself. But you're not trying to find fault in your wife's heart at all. What's lacking and holding up in their hearts, maybe you never know."

Jhonatan and Arman nodded. While I was just silent but still trying to listen to Ana's words. It's good to hear something like this too.

"So you mean, that we pay less attention to our wives' hearts, do you?" Arman asked as he took a sip of the white wine in the cup he was holding.

Ana nodded enthusiastically. "That's exactly right, sir. You're a very wise man it turns out."

Arman chuckled happily at Anne's praise of her. Makes me smile on my side. Age conscious, sir'e.

"All right, Mister and Miss. We better finish our conversation. We can hook it up another time." I got out of my chair, and so did Arman and Jhonatan. Except Ana.

"Do you want us to deliver, Miss Ana?" Jhonatan asked Ana who was still calmly sipping her drink.

Ana just shook her head with a sweet gesture. His left hand tightly grasped an object and hid it within the folds of the hand.

My brow is frowning at this woman's behavior.

"Thank you, Mr. John. But I brought my own vehicle."

"All right then. We left first. See you later, Miss Ana. Next meeting we'll talk about women again." Arman rolled his eyes at Ana.

The woman laughed sweetly, revealing a row of white teeth.

I quickly passed from before the woman with only a slight nod that Anne replied with a nod.

After the three of us, these executive men moved away and almost reached the exit, my ears catching the sound of someone moving quickly behind us.

"SIR Ryan!" call a woman in a little loud voice. Invite restaurant visitors to look up to him.

Hearing someone say my name, I immediately turned my head and found Ana who was walking hastily with difficulty due to wearing high heels..

"What's up, Miss Ana?" ask me with a flat tone and a face that I think must also be flat.

Ana shows the handkerchief in her left hand. "I thought that this might be your handkerchief, Sir."

I turned my gaze to the white handkerchief Ana was holding. My eyes confirmed the woman's words. "You're right. This is my handkerchief."

Ana smiled happily. "Almost you lost it."

Jhonatan and Arman who were still standing next to me nodded confirming.

"Losing this handkerchief is not a problem for me, Miss Ana" I smiled obliquely. This woman, her mode is a brazen one.

Ana just chuckled and shook her head. "For me this handkerchief is unfortunate if it gets lost. Because I know, the price of this handkerchief is more expensive than the amount of my income for a month. Of course for someone like me this expensive thing would be a very valuable thing."

I gawked a little at Ana's words. A second later I realized that my behavior was out of place. "Then, thank you for your willingness to take this thing to me."

Ana smiled very sweetly. His smile not only fascinated me, but also hypnotized these two old men beside me.

"You can thank him by taking him to lunch, Mr. Ryan," Jhonatan said, chuckling.

The words of Jonathan that seemed not to use common sense made me glare disapprovingly. This made Jhonatan and Arman laugh.

"I don't want a lunch offer from you, Mr. Ryan. But I want one thing." Ana stepped closer to me.

Hearing Ana's words I immediately turned to her with a surprised face. "What?" ask me with a flat tone.

Ana ******** smile and say, "I'd like to ask for your card."

I glared back, but this time my shot was towards Ana. The woman on the wall, I thought.

Then I felt my shoulder being nudged by someone.It turns out it was Arman.

"Give it. Just a business card he wanted." Arman let out his evil smile.

I breathe heavily. It felt like there was a slight oddity in my heart when I had to give my card to Ana, the woman I only met an hour ago.

Not bad thoughts, but I'm afraid this invites misunderstandings. There was a feeling of wanting to reject Ana's wish.

But seeing my two colleagues who were looking at me with seductive eyes, there was little hesitation to reject Ana's wishes. I don't want to be said to be arrogant.

So with a slightly heavy hand movement, the business card I wanted to get out of my pocket and passed without speaking anything else.

Seeing my behavior that looks very reluctant, Jhonatan laughed loudly. "It turns out that a Pratama Ryan is a little reluctant to deal with other women."

"I just don't want to cause trouble." I answered briefly.

After that we stepped towards each other's cars and waved at each other

From far away from the car, I saw the figure of Ana who chuckled and stared at the business card in her hand. He kissed the business card happily and then stepped out of the Siantar Hotel area while waving spoiled at me.

My heart beats faster. Damn that woman. If it wasn't for Jhonatan's words, I wouldn't have given him a business card.

Just look at his behavior. If only there was Riani, I can confirm that we are currently arguing. Remembering my woman I sighed softly. Ingon soon met him. He must be lonely.

Just got my car out of the parking lot of the Siantar Hotel, a call came into my cell phone.

I looked at the screen of the primary need and saw the name of the contact that contacted me.

He ....

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