Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

32. Reinforcements or Death?

"sorry. I don't know you!"

Kiara turned around, reluctant to accept the soda can from the man beside her.

"I'm Gibran. First sister Habibie's sister."

Kiara stopped her steps. The woman turned back, looking at the man who was now smiling with a very smile .. ah no, this cannot be described because the smile was too charming.

"Gibrans?" ask Kiara to make sure.

The man nodded.

"Ahhhh .. I remember." Kiara came back closer to the man. "Isn't it still in the middle east?"

Gibran shook his head. "Have returned last night. From today, I will be the finance director at this company!"

Kiara nodded - nodding her head. The woman did not go and instead took a can of soda offered by Gibran. The woman sat on a worn-out chair.

"Thank you" he said sincerely.

Gibran smiled. He stood in front of the guardrail, staring far away but the tail of his eyes occasionally glanced towards Kiara.

"Need help?" the question is because Kiara looks a bit difficult. It turned out that the woman's thumb and index finger were covered in plaster, for some reason.

"Why should Mas Abie?"

"What?"

Gibran gawked with a shrunken forehead.

Kiara shook her head. Astagfirullah ..he should not think like that. But yes how, he was too surprised because Habibie and Gibran have very different habits. Habibie was very fierce and annoying, while Gibran, this man was so friendly could also be invited to make friends.

Gibran gave a small smile, he knew what Kiara was talking about after seeing the female facial expression in front of him. According to Gibran, Kiara is quite good at not talking about Habibie with just anyone even though she believes that Kiara is eager to do that.

"I know how, Brother Habibie. He still can't move on from the house, can he?"

Gibran returned the soda can to Kiara. Seeing the thin smile on the lips of the woman in front of him, Gibran guessed that what he asked was indeed true.

"If you want, I can help you to get to know your late sister. Perhaps, by learning to be that woman, Brother can be more noticed by Brother Habibie."

The woman in front of Gibran chuckled, Kiara shook her head and looked up at Gibran expressionlessly. "I'm not that kind of woman. Why love someone else's version? It is an absolute folly, Brother Gibran. I won't be anyone else to get my husband's love. That makes too much sense!"

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After finishing with the office hours, Kiara started packing her things to get home soon. The woman got up from her seat, she wanted to go straight out. His body seemed to have been crushed, also his lower abdomen was very uncomfortable.

"Sister!" call the guy.

Kiara turned her head, a smile on her lips.

"Why?"

"Go home with yuk!" bring Gibran. "Sister Habibie seems like there's still a lot of work."

Kiara turned to the door of her husband's room. He wanted to reject Gibran's invitation but .. if Habibie was overtime, he wouldn't be able to go home. His body is all sticky, Kiara needs rest.

"I'll give permission!" Kiara.

Gibran also nodded. However, Kiara had not yet entered, the door of the room was already opened from the inside, Gibran and Ali appeared together. Habibie squinted his eyes as he looked towards Kiara and his sister.

"Sir. I want permission to go home first!" said the woman. "Gibran will take me home. I ---!"

"Can't" Habibie replied with a thin tone. Habibie won't let Kiara go home with another man. Even though it was with his own sister, never would he open the gate of the destruction of their household. "We have to meet the client at the High Village restaurant. You accompany me first!"

"But, Mr--!"

"We're leaving now!"

Both of the women's hands were clenched very tightly. He tried not to get angry even though his head was about to break. Unlike Kiara, Gibran could have acted instead. He was unaffected and just smiled. Kiara stomped her feet. The woman exhaled a rough breath and walked ahead of Habibie who followed Ali.

"Sister!"

Gibran held his brother's arm. The man looked at Habibie fixedly. "Don't be too hard on Brother-in-law. She is a good woman!"

Habibie smiled, returning Gibran's gaze as he slowly let go of his sister's hand. "So your limits, Gibran. She's my wife!"

The man just left Gibran. Miris, it feels very unpleasant because you have to see the selfishness of her brother in plain sight. Gibran knew how evil Habibie would be if he were educating people, even if it was for the good, if the woman was being patronized, she would be hurt.

"Be a good man, Brother Habibie! Don't hurt Kiara."