Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Sixty Eight

When returning home from Rawikara Retail, Gantari no longer remembers Nevan's message that forbids speeding. After all, he had a SIM and did not violate traffic signs, especially his heart was upset. So, yes bodo.

Don't copy, if you can.

Finished discussing business with Bu Wilona, Nevan checks his phone and finds Gantari's name on a missed call list. Suddenly, his smile just grew.

"It has to be very, yes, in love" Fikri sneered with a lazy snort.

Nevan did not answer. He only glanced at a glance, then sent a message to Gantari.

Nevandra Ardiona

Did you call? I'm in a meeting.

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Gantari Dihyan Irawan's

Yes, tau.

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Nevandra Ardiona

I'll be home later tonight, yeah. Kangen.

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Ow! Just this time Gantari was so happy to hear the word miss from Nevan. He was until his smile was unclear.

I miss too.

Gantari was eager to reply like that because she also felt her heart tingle and it was very pleasant, but she still had to appear calm when replying to a message from Nevan.

That's tactics.

Gantari Dihyan Irawan's

Ok

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Before long, a second message from Gantari came in, so Nevan did not put his phone in his pocket.

Gantari Dihyan Irawan's

What do you want to cook?

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Gosh darn.

Nevan widened her eyes, then laughed a little, making Fikri who had stood up carrying a laptop bag shudder in horror.

Nevandra Ardiona

Instant noodles, too.

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***

Utami went back to the office. He refused to go home and rest.

"Loh, Ut. Loe has promised me that I will go home to rest," greeted Irfan with a sharp protest.

"Fever, doang, Fan. Now it's quiet, really," Utami said with a sweet smile. He opened Irfan's parachute jacket and thanked him while returning the loan jacket.

Irfan still did not accept, but also received the jacket. He got up and directly pressed the back of his hand against Utami's forehead.

"Udah down, right? I took medicine."

Irfan sighed softly and chose to give up. "If you can't stand it, don't be forced, yes. I'll take you home."

"OK, sip. Thanks, Brother."

Elma who saw the strange scene only knitted her eyebrows. It was fortunate that his stomach was already full by Gantari's sweet-sour squid, so his bar-soul was somewhat restrained.

Nevan and Fikri came and entered with wide strides. Their views were equally fixed on Utami who was reportedly sick this morning.

"Well, how come you're still here?" Fikri takes the vote first, making Nevan turn to him and keep her distance.

Recalling the mentally shaking gossip he heard this morning.

Amit-amit, amite-amite.

Utami did not answer Fikri's question and instead grinned at Nevan.

"Good day, Mr. Nevan."

Nevan, who was less focused, looked back at the secretary who was thinking about her.

"Ah, yes. Good day, Utami. How are you doing?"

Utami smiled again, barely blushing. "It's much better, sir."

Fikri who saw Utami's reaction became disgusted himself. Why are the people around him so strange?

"Thank God" Nevan answered briefly. He confirmed his suit at a glance, then wanted to continue his steps, but Utami again voiced.

"Um, Mr. Nevan!"

Nevan and Fikri did not step up and compactly looked at Utami again.

"Congratulations, yes sir. I heard, you have a serious relationship with Gantari," Utami said, then lowered her head as she continued, "Although I was heartbroken to have lost my first love, but it's much better than bad news."

UHUK!

Nevan, Fikri, Irfan, and Elma, compactly coughing and bulging in disbelief towards Utami.

Fikri was satisfied in Nevan's room after Utami's confession. It was so hard to stop laughing that Nevan hit him with a rolled-up file.

"HAHAHA, but this is funny!"

Laughter stopped after Nevan pushed the blank paper so that Fikri filled himself with resignation letters.

Beres!

"Oh, yes, sir. There is an invitation for dinner from Mr. Huda" said Fikri with a serious look.

How not seriously try if you have brought a resignation letter? That's really Nevan.

"Eat dinner? Wasn't yesterday a deal?" Nevan who was already sitting on her national chair was staring at Fikri with a frown.

"Eitherway. Maybe this time it's another mission."

"Return," Nevan replied quickly, then he seemed busy with his own laptop.

"Well, how can you play resist so, sir. As long as the contract isn't in hand, we're not safe."

Nevan grunting. He is considering the best decision. "But tonight I have an appointment with Dihyan."

Fikri shrugged both of his shoulders. "Who told me to be a handsome CEO. Lots of people, right?"

"Yes," answered Nevan.

And, a file just floated right at Nevan.

"Astagfirullah, Mr. Nevan. Sorry!"

Fikri is looking dead apparently.

***

Gantari just hummed. His heart has been bright since Nevan missed. After Zuhur prayer, he decided to take a nap so that later at night he would not be sleepy when chatting with Nevan.

Ahai, de!

In fact, when Anwar delivered a vegetable lodeh made by Bu Fatimah, Gantari greeted with feelings of joy and flowering, and did not forget he gave a little money to Anwar.

"Make a snack" he said.

Anwar who received it could only gawk.

***

Nevan and Fikri are back together as F4 members in Korean dramas. Handsome, tall, rich, alive anyway.

While waiting for Huda to arrive, Nevan calls Gantari for understanding.

Meanwhile, Gantari is busy weighing having to cook instant noodles brand and taste what, and cook now or later when the phone rings and raises the name Nevan.

"Assalamualaik."

Before answering, Nevan put on a smile first. I don't know why being greeted by a loved one is always this happy.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Where's it?"

The deg!

"I took care of the job for a while, yeah. Finished from here, go straight there. It won't be long, either" believes Nevan. Actually, he was also worried that Gantari would be disappointed.

Yes, obviously disappointed, Bambang.

Just look, now Gantari's blushing face has turned grim.

"Oh, okay."

"You mad?"

"No. It's just instant noodles anyway."

The connection was interrupted after saying the greeting without such happy tickle.

Nevan shook her legs, waiting for Huda who did not come. Many times he saw his watch impatiently.

"Yuk, pull it off" Nevan asked as she stood up, but her movements stopped as Huda greeted her from afar.

"sorry. I'm so sorry," said Huda not tasty. Behind her tailed a young girl in a black knee-length dress.

Nevan did not answer, but she kept smiling.

"No problem sir, it's only been 15 minutes, really." Yeah, Fikri answered Huda's apology just now, just for the sake of maintaining a relationship.

That's great Fikri, he could always be a long bridge in the swift current of a Nevan.

Nevan finally sighed softly. However, he must be professional, and then kindly invite Huda to sit down.

Discussing business matters for a while, then ending with a nonformal dinner.

Yes, nonformal, because what is discussed is ....

"Oh, yes. This is the daughter I told you about yesterday."

Nevan smiled, then nodded politely. At first glance, he saw that Huda's daughter looked not so happy even though her lips also commented on the smile.

"Name, Mariah."

"Beautiful," Nevan muttered involuntarily.

***

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