Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

The Seventy Nine

After delivering the do'i safely without one less to his house, Nevan immediately returned home with a Fikri motorbike. It's night, tomorrow just give it back, she thought.

Nevan got into the house whistling and humming while twirling the keys of his borrowed motorbike on his index finger.

"DOR!"

Holy hooch! Nevan was shocked. He leaned back while holding his chest. She did not remember babysitting a child in her current home.

"Pure Bi?" Nevan rounded her eyes in horror, especially when she saw her domestic assistant grinning wide.

"Mas Nevan is very happy. The same path as Gantari, huh?"

After straightening up and calming his heart that had swayed, Nevan cleared his throat for a while, then followed the grin. "Yes, dong, Bi. His name's a young man," show off Nevan proudly.

Seeing the presence of Bi Murni in his house these nights, made Nevan's grin fade away. "Tumben Aunt hasn't come home yet? Not picked up?"

"Oh, yes!" The hijab-wearing woman patted her own forehead as if she had forgotten something important. "So the madam is here. Long wait for Nevan."

"Mama?" guess Nevan is doubtful.

"Yes, yeah. If Mbak Gantari, right, miss," kelakar Bi Murni.

Nevan chuckles to hear it, but her look is a little disturbed by the news of the mother's arrival. There is one thing that has escaped Nevan's mind about his relationship with Gantari, namely Tiwi, his own biological mother.

***

Awkward moment is when you express love, but have not yet got an answer. Although not sure will receive an answer, but in the corner of Shanessa's day the most corner, he wants Space to respond.

"After this accompany me to lunch, yes."

Shanessa who was standing across the Space table looked up, then frowned.

"Not the two of us. Same client as well," said Angkasa when he saw Shanessa's confused look, but seemed reluctant to ask.

"I picked you up because Leo was sick. Looks like he's lacking vitamins, "space cerocos. It was like he was talking one way.

Shanessa nodded without speaking, then grabbed the finished file at the Space sign, also without speaking.

"You canker sores?"

"Huh?"

"Lack of vitamins C and A is also like Leo?"

***

This morning Nevan rolled back on a Fikri sports motorcycle to the office. Complete with a helmet and jacket, but this time Nevan is not comfortable black jacket like yesterday. Today he chose to use maroon-red leather cuttings. If Gantari saw Nevan this morning, she must have been jarring again because it turns out that red is much more tempting.

Nanda who just got off the motorbike motorcycle online directly gawk when he saw Nevan entering the Rawikara Retail yard on a motorcycle. Nanda's eyes had not blinked even though Nevan had passed him while sounding a short horn, a greeting sign, at him.

"Sir Nevan?" mummy Nanda hesitated. The green helmet is still at home nangkring Nanda's head, maybe that's what makes Abang ojek has not moved.

While humming, Nevan tidied his slightly messy hair with the help of a rearview mirror, ignoring the gazes of some people in the parking lot. After it was considered neat enough, Nevan continued his steps with great dignity.

"Is it really Mr Nevan?"

Holy hooch!

Nevan retreated one step because she was too surprised by Nanda's sudden greeting. Apparently the regional girl was already waiting for him in the lobby. Nevan looked at Nanda with a horrified look. He suddenly recalled Bi Pure's behavior last night.

"Who do you think you are?" ask Nevan flat.

"You mean? Mean loe?" Well, the creature that was being gossiped came with a face ready for combat and greeted Nanda with a punch right in Fikri's arm.

"Yes, right?" Nanda looked at Nevan from top to bottom with an adoring look, then turned to Fikri and his gaze instantly turned flat.

"Gue's real heartache, Nan." Fikri stepped up and now stood right beside Nevan. "Loe didn't see that our good looks were thin?"

Before Nanda began to retaliate with his scornful scorn, Firki had already started with a fact-exposure version of himself.

"Wheel! Our height is only a little different, Nan," said Fikri, stirring, then he rolled his sleeves up to the elbow. "Now! Our skin color is different, doang."

Nanda listened to Fikri's explanation with slow-blinking eyes, while Nevan had already snorted at the two employees' ridiculous debate.

"Easy?" Fikri hurriedly brought his face closer to Nevan's face. "Almost similar! Just a different print."

Just heard a bland laugh from Nanda in response to Fikri's clarification efforts just now. Meanwhile, Fikri, whose head has shown a puff of smoke, prepares to clot Nanda's mouth, but Nevan desperately clamps Fikri's neck and pulls him away.

"No need to be angry, it will be love, you know," Nevan said casually, although Fikri had been screaming for release.

Firki was still grumbling in Nevan's room remembering the incident just now. Suddenly, he hated his own motorcycle. Looks like it's a good time to make an offer to his boss.

"Motor problems ...." Fikri. He glanced at Nevan who was opening his leather jacket. "Yesterday the promise was only a min hour a day, right, sir? Ferrari is mine. I see, right?"

Nevan turned his head, looked at Fikri for a moment, then sat on his proud seat.

"May," answered Nevan with a nodding head. The response deftly opened the laptop and pressed the power button.

"Seriously?" Firki rounded his eyes perfectly and followed with a relieved laugh. He had not expected to negotiate with his boss this easily.

"Huum. Just cut it with your salary for five years, right?" reply Nevan lightly. He looked up, looking at Fikri with his eyebrows raised next to him. "How's it?"

Fikri's face that was bright cheerful returned tangled and gloomy. He sharply opened his eyes at Nevan who was now laughing with satisfaction.

"Don't forget, tomorrow we have a review of the project in Yogya," Fikri said. It's better for him to talk about work than to give Nevan a chance to mock him.

"Oh, yes." Nevan just remembered. His voice is serious. That's how they are, like having two personalities, depending on what topic is being discussed. "With Mr. Huda, right?"

Fikri. His voice is much more serious. "With her daughter, Mariah."

Nevan had been about to protest, but Fikri again explained. "Sir Huda is sick and has been confirmed."

A heavy sigh from Nevan. "Wasn't anyone else trust Mr. Huda?"

Fikri. "Maybe, no."

"He's the only child?"

"really. Single kayak salak."

Nevan. "How many days?"

"Two days."

Hearing Fikri's reply, Nevan immediately groaned in frustration. Then, massage his own temple.

***

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