The End of the Waiting

Wrong Time and Place

Without feeling two weeks have passed. Amara began to be able to adapt to work and office environments where all employees are so good and never distinguish.

Of course they are all good, because Adnan as the leader also always treated them well. Humanize others regardless of their status.

Amara holds the position of director, to learn from the bottom before later taking over as CEO who until now still held the father.

That afternoon at about eleven o'clock Amara drove his cousin to the airport to fly back to Kalimantan.

“Come to Surabaya if you are not busy,” said Amara embracing her cousin's shoulder.

“I should have said that, Mara. If you are not busy visit me at Kalimantan.”

Amara chuckled and nodded. “God's Insya. Be careful, let me know if you've arrived,” he said.

“Yups. Oh yes, be careful when close to men, do not let you get hurt for the second time.”

Amara nodded. “Pray only. Hopefully all processes to your halal are also hastened.”

“The candidate just doesn't exist!” Juan chuckled amusedly.

“Mother said it was there,” said Amara in disbelief.

Juan chuckled and rubbed the top of Amara's head. Then turn around and leave it just like that without giving any response.

Juan turned around and waved his hand. Amara nodded and smiled. He waited until the man was no longer seen, then decided to return to the office.

Amara was ready behind the wheel, she turned to the watch, intending to stop by her mother's restaurant.

Brak!

Suddenly his body was slightly pushed forward with a shocking sound. He turned his head and looked into the rearview mirror which showed a car hitting him.

Amara immediately went down, even with the driver of the car.

The deg!

Amara's heart beats fast in rhythm when now faced with a man whose face is no longer unfamiliar in view.

“I'm sorry,” said the man while looking down. “I was unintentional and not careful. For the damage to the car let me bear,” he continued with a wet hoarse voice that sounded so melodious.

Not only his face was so charming, just by hearing his voice, Amara's heart was like being watered by cold water.

“Nothing, Mas. It's an accident, no one knows when and how.”

“You okay? Again sorry for my carelessness.” The man looked regretful as his carelessness was harming others.

Amara nodded. “Other times be careful only. It's nothing, it's not a big deal.”

“This is my business card. Can contact me at that number, later the damage bill let me pay.” The man handed over the business card that was immediately received. “Can I ask for your phone number?”

Amara nodded and handed her business card. As they turned around and walked towards their respective cars, he was like hearing the voice of the man calling his name.

However, as he looked over the man was still walking straight.

His eyes glanced towards the business card held with a timid smile. “Hanif Akram Arsalan.” Her lips mentioned the name with a red hue on her cheek.

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“Mara, I heard from Lukman, you were run over by people. You're okay, right? No one got hurt?” ask Adnan who just entered the room.

“I'm okay, Dad. Only my car was a little shoddy, earlier asked Mas Lukman to take it to the workshop,” replied Amara got up from her chair and approached the father, rubbing his shoulders to calm him. “Dad not to worry, I'm fine.”

“Thank God, I'm worried you're hurt.”

Amara smiled and shook her head slowly. Be aware. Parents may be concerned to hear that their children are involved in unexpected events.

Adnan said he would go home first because later tonight he had to attend an invitation from his business partner. Amara nodded and asked him to go home first, he still had work to complete.

The position as the main director in fact does not make it easier, because every day there are many things that must be checked, planned and done.

“Sucks,” grumbles Amara while laying her head on the work desk.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Amara came home after finishing work. When cleaning the workbench and putting the phone in the bag, he again saw the business card that was on the table.

His smile looked embarrassed, he lowered his head while touching his chest that was arguing incoherently.

“Allah, what feeling is this,” whispered slowly.

To Be Continue ....