Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

S2: Yes

"Dion, your hp is sounding!"

"Dion, look at this!"

"Dion, can you please get me a cutting board."

"Dihyan?"

"Yes?"

Nevan leaned her body against the pantry table, looking seriously at Gantari who was cutting spinach.

"I think we should change the call, huh. When you called me Dion-Dion."

Gantari turned her head, returning Nevan's gaze in confusion. "It usually doesn't matter either."

"But less friendly," Nevan responded quickly. He re-enforced his body and stood beside Gantari who was preparing to fry onions to saute.

"Keep calling what? Bang Nevan?"

"Don't" Nevan protested quickly. I don't know why he doesn't like to be called that.

"Keep what?"

Nevan seemed to think for a moment while scratching his chin. "What if the Mother-Father?"

Gantari immediately shook her head firmly. "Kayak son SD dating."

Nevan pursed her lips. Then, back to thinking. "Honey?"

"Relieve it!"

Also true. Gantari was told to call so where he might want to.

"Mass?"

Nevan jerks. He looked at Gantari who was also looking at him with a sweet smile.

"Mas, take the frying pan, dong."

Uhuk!

***

In fact, life has to go on. This week Nevan and Gantari paced the Hospital for a check-up and the results were good. Perhaps, indeed God has not been willing to give them confidence again.

"Mas, don't wear that dong shirt!"

Nevan was shocked. He had just stepped out of the bathroom humming and was immediately greeted by his wife.

Gantari, folding clothes, got up and walked over to Nevan with a white t-shirt in her hand.

"Wear this alone," he said as he thrust the shirt.

Nevan, increasingly confused, finally looked down. Pay attention to the black shirt he is wearing carefully. There's nothing wrong.

"Why is this dress, Dihyan?" nevan asked confusedly while holding the edge of the black shirt he was wearing.

"No like. Uglier. It's cooler to wear white."

Nevan gawking. What did Gantari say? Ugly? Didn't he go crazy every time Nevan wore black?

Gantari did not care about the confused look of her husband. He immediately twisted Nevan's body and pushed her back into the bathroom.

"Run change, yes! I'm ready for dinner" shouted Gantari from outside.

***

"Today don't be late, sir."

"Serious cave. Today's meeting is important."

"Yes-yes!"

Tut! The connection is cut off and Nevan throws his phone into the bed. Lately, Fikri is getting chatty. As he remembered, he was only late once, ehm .. maybe twice, but Fikri shouldn't be so overdone, right? After all Nevan is ready and handsome plenary.

Nevan noticed her reflection in the long mirror. The dongker shirt complete with arsir tie motif has made Nevan look so stunning. He raised his left hand in style to just peek at his watch there and there was still enough time until the meeting began. Why is Fikri that stupid? He won't be late!

Nevan turned around and grabbed the suit draped on the back of the chair. Then, look in the mirror again. Perfect!

"God! Why are you wearing that shirt?"

Nevan turned her body quickly, looking at Gantari who was walking towards her with a look of disbelief. "Dihyan, this isn't black. It's dongker's color."

Gantari apparently went straight to the closet and picked up a white shirt. "You dongker, cake. Mau pink, cake. I don't care. Anyway you should wear a white shirt."

Gantari thrust the white shirt at Nevan who greeted Nevan with a bright look. "Dihyan, I want a meeting not to apply for work."

"So you still want to wear that shirt?"

Nevan nodded her head in doubt.

"Yes, don't come near me!"

"Dihyan." Nevan whines, but Gantari doesn't care. He turned around and left Nevan holding a white shirt in his hand.

***

Fikri was agitated because the boss who said he would not be late was, for real, had not arrived until now. The meeting will be held in 10 minutes.

Fikri's panicked face turned puzzled when he saw Nevan's figure finally coming too with a dragged step. He pushed open the glass door helplessly, then walked over to Fikri.

The frown on Fikri's forehead gradually dissipated and changed with an unbearable laugh. "Mrt not the wrong contum?"

"Shut up! Where's room?"

Fikri was forced to keep his mouth shut, although he still felt amused and strange every time he saw Nevan who today appeared unusual. Usually Nevan always looks cool and maximum when meeting clients. But why is Nevan styling like an apprentice today?

The meeting finally took place and Firki was endlessly laughing. In fact, during Nevan's talk earlier, his personal assistant was still briefly giggled amused.

"Your shirt's up?"

"Diem loe!"

"Muahaha." Fikri blew his laughter again. He was really happy laughing today.

"It's because of Dihyan." Nevan began her venting session and Fikri prepared to listen solemnly. "He's why, anyway? Every day I was told to wear white. Other colors are not. The threat is no longer a joke."

"What?"

"Can't touch him."

"Muahaha." Fikri laughed again. This time it's more. He really seemed so happy on top of the suffering of the boss.

"Maybe a sign, sir."

"What sign?"

"You think to yourself, white is synonymous with what."

"AMMIT-AMIT!" Nevan throws a file in front of him blindly towards Fikri who has been fumbling out of the room with an increasingly explosive laugh.

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Second season two is coming to an end. Thank you for your support all 🙏