Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Sixty Nine

"Pretty."

Fikri glared at the compliment that Nevan delivered spontaneously. Although he is a friend and employee of Nevan, but it needs to be underlined, if Fikri is on Gantari's side and it can not be contested.

Fikri almost kicked Nevan firmly under the table, but the boss was lucky to say, "It won't be difficult for him to get the best."

Huda laughed, then nodded his head. "This is what I'm doing. Find him the best."

"Unfortunately I am a widower" Nevan said, making Huda and the princess look at him in shock.

"And, the plan is in a moment we will refer to. Please pray Mr. Huda."

Huda laughed blandly, then snorted. "Don't joke."

Nevan sipped his coffee a little, then cleared his throat. "i'm serious. Six years ago I was a nobody, so it's only natural that our marriage wasn't exposed."

Huda lost control of himself. He kicked down the table, then with a sigh said, "If things aren't right, I take this as an insult."

Then, Huda left by forcibly withdrawing his daughter. Before getting any further, Mariah turned her head and smiled sincerely at Nevan.

As if to thank, without a word.

***

"Loe's getting home in a taxi, yeah. I want to go straight to Dihyan's house."

Fikri immediately put his lips together. However, when Nevan took out some red money sheets, his countenance instantly turned bright.

"OKs. Be careful on the road, sir. Have a nice night tonight" said Fikri sumringah, while withdrawing the money raised by Nevan.

Nevan narrowed her eyes at Fikri, who was looking for a taxi. The other friend is indeed easy to lose if you have seen the money.

After the car is turned on, Nevan checks the phone and apparently the time has shown at 20:45 WIB. I don't think he spent too much time with Huda.

Nevan drove his car outside the hotel grounds, but again he had to be patient because the road was quite crowded and sometimes even faltered. Time and again he exhaled in fury, his mind drifting at Gantari who must have been waiting for him since.

True, Gantari is waiting for Nevan. Although the clock has shown at 21:00 WIB, but Gantari believes Nevan will definitely come.

Today she is feminine with a little polish on her face these nights. Hopefully, the decision he has rounded can be realized immediately and become an unforgettable moment.

Gantari wants to get back to Nevan.

Nevan repeatedly pressed the horn of his car in annoyance. Some cars force to use the path that is not supposed to, to make the traffic jam worse. Want to hide also free. Finally, Nevan can only hope that the traffic police can deal with it immediately.

Eventually, the word must have turned into possible. Maybe Nevan came and maybe not.

Gantari decided to cook instant noodles and eat them himself. Either because of lack of water or mixed with tears, which is clear instant noodles that taste so salty, to make Gantari cry as he pleased.

Finished eating two packs of instant noodles at once, Gantari brought her dirty bowl to the sink. He did not intend to wash it and preferred to turn off the room lights.

Gantari wants to go to bed quickly.

Outside was Nevan, with breathless breaths staring at Gantari's tightly shut house. The view turned to Gantari's room which was already pitch-black, making him sigh in disappointment.

Apparently, Gantari was not waiting for her.

***

Fikri broke into Nevan's room without permission as usual. His face was quite tense for a matter of time this early.

"Sir Nevan!"

Nevan, who was busy reading the reports from the marketing division, looked up. His premonition so follow-up is not good to see the look of Fikri's face.

"Mr in online news!" tell Fikri that Nevan is replying to.

"Don't make my heart hurt. You see, my heart hurts now" Nevan murmured, then returned to his report.

"Nevandra Ardiona did a business wedding with the daughter of the owner of Bedongkong Resort, so the title of the news."

Nevan looked up, then rounded his eyes in disbelief.

"Huh?"

Nevan immediately stood up in a huff. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Gantari's number.

First call.

Second call.

Third call

And, everything is not answered.

Gantari was sitting in front of the television with her head bowed. His gaze was focused on the flat screen in his hand. At first glance, the phone he was holding was flickering displaying Nevan's name several times and when the call came to a halt, his phone screen again displayed a search page and there was an online news story whose title was exactly the same as Fikri said to Nevan.

***

Bang Nevan: The conflict continues.

If : Just keep getting angry.

Bang Nevan: You think it feels good to be played?

If : You think it's good to think of grooves?

Bang Nevan: Go ahead, if. Tired brother.

If : Brother 🤧

***

Space : If! Oi, If!

If : 🙄

Space : Uh! Denger nobody calls, Oi!

If : What? Want to get angry again?

Space : Yes, no. It's good, if.

If : Au ah!

Angkasa : Uh, you want to be brother, right? Everyone wants you to be, brother, deh.

If : Ceile, Brother. Sori, Sir. If you are under contract with Bang Nevan.

Space: Brak!

If : Astagfirullah!

Space : So you rejected me?

If : Bang Nevan, please If 🤧

Tagged: Nevan, Nevan! I threw it into the sea, man!

If : If tampol too, nih people! Songong! Pak Ang does not know if if you can make Pak Ang match with Bu Fatimah?

Space : Uh! How are you?

If : Bodo! Look at it tomorrow, if the marriage of Mr. Ang is the same Miss Fatimah, let you be the father of Anwar all.

Bang Nevan: A HOAKAKAAK. Here .... here ... If Bang Nepan's dearest adek.

If : Hug, bang.

Bang Nevan: Oh!

If : Very sad, yak, so author 🤧