Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)
She Who?
Balinese, balinese,
25 Years later
Vast
This morning as usual, she prepared breakfast for her beloved husband as well as her two children who are currently gathering at home.
Alindya's screams always filled the house every morning when gathered with her brother.
"Mas Andraaaa...! Balikin no..?! Mama...! Andra is maaa..!"
He breathed and shook his head. The excitement that never stops from toddlers to adults, even more so when two brothers who are usually separated and then gather.
His eldest son ran towards him while carrying a cell phone that he believed belonged to Alin. Then Alin followed, running after Andra.
"Mamaa..!" alin's screams echoed again, and Andra chuckled at his side.
"Ma.see ma..! Her boyfriend changed again ma..! Forgive my mother's son .." Andra offered Alin's phone with a picture of a man who was quite handsome for him.
A second later immediately glanced at his eldest son.
"You are the same as me..! When do you want to be a girl?" the insinuation that even made Andra sneer.
"You've never been before the last four years" replied his son casually, without concern for Alin who was still trying to take back the flat object.
"What are you doing anyway?! Just storm..! Bother people to take bread..!" salak Andra to his daughter who suddenly rounded his eyes staring at the brother.
"You guys if every gathering, do not need to use a fight event a day so it can not be?" her husband who already looked presentable with a shirt walked over towards them.
"Dear to love." greet her husband while peeping the top of his head.
"Well.lumayan..! Just need to see first, who is he, what is he? It is not that easy to join the family Harsa Dewananda dong..! Is it not mas..? Do you know what your job is?" her husband said after staring at the cellphone screen that was on, then looked at his son. Instantly make his daughter's lips back pursed.
Harsa is still Harsa who is always possessive and overprotective with herself and her daughter. Every time Alin was close to the man, he always looked for information about the man in detail.
"How are you doing Ndra?" asked Harsa while looking at her son who was enjoying breakfast.
"So far it's safe.."
Akandra Diratama, a young entrepreneur who built a start-up in various fields. Not far from the father who also wrestled in the business world. Andra really deserves to be the successor of the Abinawa family.
His lips smiled at the sight this morning. His son who grew up beautiful like the father. So does Alin who also has a more inclined face like Harsa. Don't ask who has a face like her? Of course nothing, she was only given the task of conceiving.
"Have you got another secretary?" ask her son.
"Yet, relax me. You see Andra also does not really need a secretary, if there is no thank you already. Wait for a suitable one that can replace Dinar."
His head nodded, as he understood what kind of criteria his son had.
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Djakarta,
Running in the morning enjoying the morning air is his hobby. The sky of Jakarta this morning is still quite dark, he came out of his minimalist home. His feet ran down the residential area, then out onto the highway not far from his house.
"Sh.ittt..! Shit...!" there were not five minutes he came out of the house, his clothes were wet because of splashing puddles nearby. There was a car with a high enough speed passing next to it then passed through the puddle and stopped about 5 meters after.
His finger tapped on the car's glass and after opening he saw a woman who looked quite disheveled with a slight smell of alcohol, bowed to the steering wheel of the car.
"Sorry excuse me, but be careful dong. This is my shirt wet with a puddle of water that I just passed."
His face immediately frowned when he did not get the slightest response from the girl.
"Mbak.mbak..mbak is okay?" he asked while slightly tilting the girl's head.
"Hmmm.." he sighed, grateful that the lady was still responding.
His feet stepped back from the car, but only a few steps he looked back at the black luxury car.
He was worried, would he have to help the girl or let her go? He knew the girl was drunk and it was dangerous to go home alone. But his brain again thought, who is that girl? Of course, he cannot help someone without a clear identity.
His legs returned to the car and the driver's glass was still open. His finger touched the tomboll unlock so he could open the car door.
His eyes looked at the sleeping girl with his head leaning against the steering wheel. He looked for the girl's bag to find any identity.
"Raya Sheela, a private employee's job." she muttered softly while reading the girl's resident identity card which she believed was named Raya and it turned out that the girl's address was a luxurious cluster that was next to her cluster.
"Ohh she's a bank clerk." he muttered again when he found the ID Card of the office where the girl worked.
"Hey..You can slide to the next bench, right? I'll drive you home." he tried to get the sleeping girl to communicate.
Again the girl answered with an answer,
"Hmmm....."
"Move over there yeah, I'm driving." he's still trying right now and it's working. The girl moved with a staggering motion and still with her eyes closed.
"Your house has people, right at this hour?" still trying to ask with Raya that's what he did while driving a car towards the gate of the complex that was already in front of him.
"Nothing.." replied Raya still with her eyes closed.
"Excuse me, sir, to block C7." he said to the cluster guard.
"Please mas.."
The house is dark and quiet, either never used or indeed the Kingdom forgot to turn on the lights when out of the house. But clearly this house shows there is no life inside, because the outside or inside lights are not on even though this morning is still very dark.
But he tried to go down and press the home bell button and it ended up in vain. It is true that the girl said that her house was empty. He got back in the car, then looked at the disheveled-looking girl.
"Beautiful and have a good body, but why did she come home in such a mess." her mind while looking fixed Raya.
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