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The next morning, beside the bedroom, Aaron did a routine activity. Well, he works out with the full facilities that are already available.
The sweat soaked the whole body no exception to his face. Drop by drop rolling beautifully along with the movement. Towel on the shoulder he used to wipe the salty liquid.
"Hufff ...."
The man stopped the activity and let out a long sigh while combing his hair back using a finger.
Hot, the man felt the heat sting his entire body.
He went out to the balcony of the room. Sit quietly waiting for her body to dry before taking a shower.
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By eight, Aaron was ready for the office. Today, he wears a navy blue shirt attached to a fitting on his body that contains, combined with black cloth pants.
His hands nimblely put a tie around the neck. It should be done by a wife, but what can be done, when she does not have.
"Done!"
The man took his briefcase and went downstairs. He joined his family for breakfast. Not forgetting the smile he spread for his three favorites.
"Have a rest, son, for a day." Kamil's father gave a proposal to his only son. Not without reason, he felt sorry to see Aaron who was too busy working.
Mother Ira assented. "Istrahatlah. A week is okay too. Well all looking for candidates," said the middle-aged woman while putting jam-filled bread on Aaron's plate.
Mother Ira was worried about her son. She was ready for age and finances but not married yet. If you see Aaron, it is not impossible for many women to like him. But I don't know!
"Patience, well, Mother. We will meet when the time comes" said Aaron. He began to eat the bread.
Everything's silent. They did not reply to Aaron. They also started eating breakfast.
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It has been more than a year that Aaron never again met with Akmal Anggara Dinata. The last time came when his friend had just married.
Never got any more news after that. Understandably, both are too busy so they do not have the opportunity even if only for chatting.
Akmal also once said if he would introduce his wife, but until now it has not materialized.
Aaron parked his vehicle in the parking area.The man came down gallantly and asked security.
"I'm sorry, sir. I want to meet Mr Akmal?" ask Aaron.
Security was silent for a moment. Suddenly, "Oh, you mean, the previous owner of this company?" not to answer, but the man asked back.
Aaron frowned. Why say former owner? Does it mean ....
"What's the boss now, sir?" Aaron wants to resolve his confusion and surprise.
"This company has changed hands, sir, since a year ago. The owner is now Yunan Suhartono."
Aaron swallowed his saliva. He heard the security story. Why could? Question after question came up
"Sir!"
Aaron spontaneously nodded. "B-good, Sir. Thank ye. Then, I'm saying goodbye."
Aaron passed from the presence of security and immediately entered the car he was driving. He tapped on the steering wheel with his index finger thinking.
Only one possibility according to him when the company changed hands. Well, Akmal's in crisis.
"Where is he now?" muttered. He grabbed a cell phone and looked for a name he rarely contacted at all 'Akmal'.
But the number is inactive. Aaron did it repeatedly, he hoped the network affected. Baby, I can't do it again.
Aaron just grunted. He stared at the clock perched perfectly on his wrist. Aaron immediately continued his journey to the office.
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