Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Overnight in Yogyakarta

Happy New Year 2022 !

God is always blessed for all of us.

Sorry 3 days more not up. 🙏

My son fell off his bike, broke his bones.

So I have to stay in the hospital. And thank God for the operation.

Thanks,

.chi.

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Yogyakarta, yogyakarta,

Harsa

He was really impatient with today, meeting friends who had not met for a very long time.

After making a flight from Jakarta, they finally set foot in a five-star hotel owned by his best friend's extended family.

"Sore mbak I Harsa Dewananda, I am a guest of Mr. Ararya." said to the receptionist of the hotel.

"Oh well Mr. Harsa, guest of the groom huh? Can I borrow his ID?"

While waiting for the receptionist to take care of everything, his eyes caught the face of a girl who used to make him laugh.

"Thank you for waiting for Mr. Harsa. This is the key to his room 5007, sir. Maybe we should help you again, sir?"

"Thank you, thank you."

He quickly wanted to end it all, hoping that there would still be the girl there. But when his eyes returned, the girl was no longer there.

Her lips smiled and sighed, then walked over to her lover who was sitting on the sofa.

"Have you?" She looked up at him who was nodding.

"Wahh.waahh..young entrepreneurs how are you?" suddenly someone grabbed her shoulder.

"Oh my goodness, how are you? Long time no see ya om." he said when he knew it was Om Arya who greeted him.

"Well, healthy this way. Where are you going? Around the world keep?" said Om Arya while chuckling.

"That's om, I'm nothing compared to om."

It is true, even though he was born from a large family of high-class entrepreneurs. However, for him he is still nothing with his father or Om Arya who has owned property or assets everywhere.

"Huh, you can. Who are you the same? Is this your girlfriend?" ask Om Arya without further ado while looking at Sekar who is smiling kindly and politely.

"Yes, this knows Sekar." they shook hands with each other, then Om Arya glanced at him.

"What girlfriend is a future wife?" janda Om Arya half whispered.

He also chuckled again, too,

"Wife-to-be, his prayers are om so he can quickly overtake Genta."

"Yes that must be! Papa mama's healthy?" arya's question made her glance at the same mebgulum smile.

"Papa mama or just mama om?" instantly they both laughed. He knows the past of his mother and Om Arya is precisely from his own mother's father who told him when he still often met Genta.

"Praise God, good om, everything is healthy. They can't come here because of om's duty. There's a cousin who got married too, but in Manado. Papa mama send greetings to all the same family titip something for aunt Ara same bride."

"Geez, you bother. Later directly love to aunt Ara Sama Genta aja yes. Thanks, you know, later call yourself to your papa if so. Yya has been there directly to Genta aja, he's on the 2nd floor. In the bridal dresser, ask WO there."

"Om good.."

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Denta

He never expected to see his best friend's face when he opened the door to his room.

"Come on bro..! How are you?" sweep it to the handsome man who was currently standing before her, then hugged her tightly.

"Good..! Finally yes Ta, after a dozen years of storing flavors. Finally being able to sigh together.." - Harsa's timpal half-whispered.

"And..!" he said while laughing.

"Darling.sini bentar..! I know a top boss.here..!" call him to his wife who is finished in makeup, just change clothes.

"This is Harsa, my best friend in Bali. He moved to New Zealand, now in Jakarta."

"Prisha.." greeted his wife with a smile and reached out.

"Harsas..I've known you since you were in elementary school. And now he's got you! You look so pretty, Mrs Genta. (I've known you since you were in SD. And now he has you! You are so beautiful, Mrs Genta..!" harsa said with his style that is always stunning.

"Oh yeah? AN SD? By the way, thankyou Harsa.."

Then Prisha gets back ready for their reception.

His eyes glanced at a woman who was standing slightly behind Harsa.

"This is familiar, his name is Sekar." his best friend was always sensitive to the gestures of someone without having to say anything, instincts that deserve to be a successful entrepreneur.

"Genta.." he said while staring at Sekar from bottom to top.

"Not entered the room?" asked because he saw there was a suitcase in the hands of Sekar.

"This was about to enter the goods, but have not yet reached the room to meet your father. He said you were here, yaudah I stopped by here first." explained Harsa with her hands embracing Sekar's shoulder.

"Ehmm, if so I'll just enter the room first huh. Just want to be ready." said Sekar with a smile.

"Nothing right?" Harsa tried to find honesty in the eyes of the woman.

"Yes, you guys talk first. I want to take a shower first." replied Sekar, then passed from them.

His eyes and Harsa's eyes clashed with each other, as if giving birth to something similar unplanned.

"Seriously?" the question that immediately made Harsa laugh.

"I know what the hell are you thinking ! It's different bro! I don't know why I'm crazy about him either." replied Harsa, embracing him and sitting on the chair in the room.

Harsa is the son of one of the conglomerates that has a wide variety of businesses in Bali. He understood very well how the female type of a Harsa.

A schooner?

She was beautiful and graceful, simple yet classy. But it looks too ordinary and very far from the type of woman that Harsa has been chasing.

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