Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Seventeen

Shanessa has been watering her plants in Shopee, has also harvested her fields in Township several times, but Gantari and Nevan and several employees have not yet finished the meeting.

He snorted, and his grunt was able to make Utami, Nevan's secretary, come to him.

"Wait in Mr. Nevan's room, ma'am," he said kindly.

Shanessa bought her eyes. "Don't call mom, dong," he chuckled.

Utami smiled with understanding. "Wouldn't you like coffee? Let me make it," he bargained then.

"Well! Big sister sounds more okay," Shanessa cheerfully replied. "Coffee is like a good idea, too, but I'll make it myself, okay?" Shanessa immediately slid towards the pantry after a brief glancing at the bob-cut girl.

Shanessa's fingers line through rows of bone-white cups lined on pantry shelves and her choice stops at the flower-patterned cups. Now it's my turn to choose coffee. Apparently in Nevan's office pantry there are several coffee options and Shanessa's attention is fixed long enough on solid black coffee. He decided to brew the black coffee.

To be honest he did not know the exact ratio of sugar and coffee, and he decided to use his instinct alone rather than searching on the search page first. He stirred his coffee, causing a twang sound. The smell of coffee is striking and piercing Shanessa's sense of smell. Nothing special, he thought.

Shanessa sipped at him little by little and her face suddenly grimaced. Black coffee does not match the tongue. He put his cup back on the table and the boisterous sounds of the people outside began to attract his attention. Shanessa peeked and apparently the meeting was over.

He walked quickly past several employees, then sneaked to surprise Nevan. But the conversation of two employees managed to tease him.

"Fant for the big club boss, yeah. The idea of them continuing has no breakup."

"Yes, I never went to a meeting earlier," replied the friend who was equally enthusiastic.

Shanessa sculpting. Suddenly his mood deteriorated. He went home without seeing Nevan.

***

Gantari had just reached her cubicle, when her phone rang and showed Farez's name on the screen. The intensity of the meeting was deliberately high Gantari considering his time in this company is not long.

"Hello, Farez."

Some employees appear to be returning to their respective cubicles with files in hand while chatting casually. Nevan who will also return to his room had time to glance at Gantari for a moment.

"Dihyan, can you go to the hospital now?"

Gantari who heard him panic was not playing. " Mom why?"

Farez chuckled softly. It seems he chose the wrong word. He hastily calmed Gantari who was very worried.

"It's okay" he said lightly. "But can't I wear it wrong now? I want you to go to the hospital right now" Farez explained carefully.

Gantari scrunched his forehead. It was still hours, he thought. However, then he agreed because Farez is not usually like this.

After permission was obtained from Nevan, Gantari went straight to the hospital using a taxi. Nevan only looked at Gantari's departure with a flat gaze.

"Will not marry what?" Nevan muttered cynically, then she incised the temple. His head has been sore since this morning.

***

Arriving at the hospital, Gantari greeted sister Irma with a big smile. Farez is in mom's room" she said.

Although increasingly confused, Gantari continued to move. In the hallway, she meets again with Sister Siska who also smiles sweetly at her. Too sweet to make Gantari suspicious.

He was already in front of the hospital room and opened the door slowly. There was Farez, complete with his white coat, standing smiling, looking at his mother who was also staring at him!

Gantari widened her eyes in disbelief. He covered his mouth with both hands and repeatedly mentioned the name of the Lord. Her tears slowly trickled down and she immediately ran over to hug the mother.

Gantari's cry broke, causing Farez to crumble, but a happy smile also rose from there. Many times Gantari gave thanks while peeling bertubi his mother's face.

Mom smiled gently. "How are you, Dihyan?" weak tanyanya.

"Dihyan is healthy, ma'am," he said. "How's mom?"

"Mom's body is all pegel," replied the mother stammered.

Farez patted Gantari's shoulder gently, then left the mother and child to let go of the longing. Farez has known Gantari for a long time and only this time saw the woman so happy. Farez secretly gave thanks.

Until the afternoon Gantari has not returned when soon Pak Sarif will come to pick up, making Nevan upset and worried.

What if there was another slap scene, he thought.

Nevan approached Mr. Sarif and asked him to speak. Trying to buy time.

"Mr Nyari Gantari, huh?"

Mr. Sarif was stunned and clumsily replied. "Yes, Mas. As usual."

"It's like a flat car tire, sir."

Mr. Sarif turned to the tire that Nevan meant, then frowned.

"Every morning, Mas" he replied politely.

Nevan laughed blandly, then nodded.

What are you talking about, huh? Nevan tried hard to rack her brain looking for a topic.

Mr. Sarif didn't wear a tie, so it might be said that the tie is tilted, Nevan thought.

Fortunately, because before long Gantari appeared from inside the office building with an innocent look. I don't know where it went.

Nevan turned around and nagged silently, "Don't involve me with your problems."

Gantari nodded in understanding, then went home, making Nevan even more upset. It was not that kind of reaction he wanted.

Mr. Sarif took part in saying goodbye to Nevan, whom Nevan greeted with a nod and a forced smile.

The next day, Gantari again asked permission not to work and will return the afternoon like yesterday, making Nevan laugh blandly.

He made me his backstreet alibi? Damnit.

Nevan responded, "Do as you please."

Gantari doesn't care. He left after a nudge without any burden. Leaving Nevan who was about to die from annoyance.

Nevan exhaled strongly over and over, trying to minimize her sense of regret that had reached the crown. He got up and opened the window hoping to breathe fresh air to calm himself down.

"I'm a backstreet alibi?" the rest is still not finished thinking. And he's upset again.

"I'll just eat" he grunts later. He came out of the room with a crumpled look made employees dare not say hello.

"Look at it later. I will not take Mr. Sarif to talk again," he said as he continued walking.

"Urus alone!"

The newly arrived Fikri immediately gulped. He hasn't delivered any news yet, but Nevan seems to know and won't take care of it. Thus, Fikri chose to retreat in an orderly fashion.

"I'm a backstreet alibi? Just crazy!" nevan told himself again. Then he slammed the car door and slid down the street.