The Destiny of Love HanAra

The Destiny of Love HanAra
Dion, the conglomerate's son



"Inara," called someone who sounded very familiar in Ara's ear. A voice that is quite loud and also firm. Ara turned her head, looking for the source of the voice. After a few seconds of circulating his gaze, he found the owner of the voice.


There, at a round table surrounded by several chairs, Samsul waved, asking Ara to come closer to him. Beside him were three men and two women. Maybe they are friends or co-workers of Samsul. If in the assessment, it looks like the age of all of them is not much different from Samsul. Except one guy. It was a man who sat directly to the left of Samsul.


The man looks younger and also looks flashy compared to others. His face was not very handsome but looked cute. Especially when he laughed, to the point that his eyes were invisible because they were too narrow. His skin looked clean, even though it was not as white as Farhan.


Ara spread her legs steadily, approaching her older brother.


"Good night, Om.., Auntie," He said kindly. Without having to be ordered Ara immediately greeted all her brother's friends in turn, as a form of respect for the older. As his parents always taught him. That he should be polite and also respectful to older people, whoever it is.


After that he placed his body in one of the remaining empty seats, in the row. Right next to the narrow-eyed young man. The man was quite attentive. He helped Ara make the girl's seat.


"Thank you" said Ara.


"Together," she replied, gently.


Samsul introduces Ara to all of his co-workers who are at the venue. So that Ara also now knows all the names of these people. The women sitting next to him were Sisca and Novi. A teller and Customer Service who work in the same place as her brother.


Next to Sisca, a mature brown-skinned man who looked about the same age as Samsul, 29. He works in the Back Office. Next to him was a father of two named Revelation. He is Marketing at Mandala Bank. The bank where Samsul and his friends make a living.


While the other man, the man who sat in the apit by Samsul and Ara named Dion. A son of a successful entrepreneur who is engaged in finance, retail and also human resources. His name was Hendri Mandala. A conglomerate who is the founder of Mandala Group.


As the only son in his family, of course Dion was the only candidate who would inherit his father's entire fortune. Fortunately, the man was born into a wealthy family. Where without the need to bother working, he can already live a life of even luxury. Maybe his family's wealth will not run out up to seven derivatives. Whatever his wish is fulfilled.


Nevertheless, Dion never lounged. The man is very independent. Even at the age of a very young man, he has managed to establish his own business. Although the company is not as big as the property of his parents. It was still very small, a quarter of it was non-existent. You could say that his efforts are still crawling. Luckily he was supported by his father, who is one of the largest shareholders in his company.


Unlike the father's business, Dion's company is engaged in architecture. Yes, he is a young architect graduated from Harvard University, United States. One of the best universities in the world.


Dion is a perfect man. Not only his face is beautiful, materially he does not need to be questioned anymore. Dion is definitely the man of every woman's dreams. Not only admired by young women his age, but also among teenagers, even mothers.


However, it seems that Dion is not very interested in women at the moment. It is proven that until now he has no lover. He was too busy to pursue his dreams. That is to be a successful person, who is able to develop his own company without the big name frills of his father.


But it seems that soon his attitude will change. Instantly he felt attracted to a girl who was now sitting next to him. Yes, that girl is Ara. The only woman who managed to make her heart ripple when the girl experienced it. For him it was the first time, someone kissed his hand. There is a feeling of pride when others respect him so much.


"Ara is so beautiful" praised Siska, a 30-year-old woman.


"Thank you, Auntie. Aunt is beautiful."


"Ah, you could have," said Siska blushed. He was so happy when Ara praised him back.


"What class is it now?" Now it was Novi's turn to ask.


"Oh, you're graduating soon, dong?" ask Novi, again.


"Yes, Auntie," said Ara nodding.


"Where are the plans after graduation?" ask Revelation.


"No idea, Om. Ara hasn't thought about it."


"Why haven't you thought about it? the exam is just a few months away, you know. Didn't your brother help you choose a university for you?" ask Revelation, glancing at Samsul.


"The plan is that after my sister graduates, I will immediately marry her to a rich businessman" Samsul joked.


"Then match up with, Dion. It seems like our crown prince commissioner does not yet have a candidate" said Mr. Santo, the man in brown skin.


"It seems like a good idea" said Samsul.


"For later after my sister married him I no longer need to be tired of being an Auditor in the office. Just ask for a little shares, is not that so sister-in-law?" he nodded while chuckling.


Dion laughed. "Yes, brother-in-law," Dion said.


"Do I have to call her a future husband from now on?" Ara's words chimed in.


"Of course, my future wife" said Dion.


Everyone laughed with jokes made by Samsul, Ara and his friends. Except for one man, Dion. The man did not just take it as a joke. There was hope in his eyes. Although his words are always tucked away with laughter but in fact he was solemn when saying it.


Yes, the man had indeed begun to be interested in the younger brother of one of his father's employees. It is evident when others are chatting. The man was seen several times stealing glances at Ara.


However, it seemed that the beautiful girl did not notice it. Who will Ara choose? the man who will be the moor of his heart. Is Dion, the son of a conglomerate who's starting to fall for him. Or, he chose Farhan, a simple man who had secretly stolen his heart.


.


.


.


.