THE LIFE OF A MAN
PART 109S
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“Ar, I don't want anyone other than me and he” Putra said to Arthur in Indonesian.
“Good Tuan” Sahut Arthur to Putra in the same language, then Arthur sent a special maid in the room out of there and Arthur also came out of there.
“How should I call you? Girl .... or Pomegranate?”
“.............”
“Whatever your name is, the most important thing now is that I have paid your Big Boss, so that you can cheer me up at this time”
“Please enter Miss Girl Arthur.
But the girl remained unmoved, as if her legs were fixed in place.
“Are you deaf?!” Son cried with a high voice.
Where the woman in the green dress who is indeed a girl sniffing her shoulders, including a woman who has been with him since.
“Come Miss Girl, for ...”
“Nona !!!!”
“Putra...”.
And a blonde woman whose Son knows who knows – knows is already in front of her. Giving a smile to the Son after previously looking cynically at the Girl.
“Excuse us Mr...”
“I don’t invite you here. (I did not invite you to come here )” Sambar Putra to one of the two men who had welcomed and directed him to the room where the Son was, who had not had time to finish his speech.
“I.... (I ) ...”
“I - said, I didn’t invite you here (I – say, I did not invite you here ), Doctor Ilse” Putra said with emphasis while looking sharply at the blond woman who is Ilse and knows – knows to appear before her.
“I just say my greeting to you. I thought you’re not coming, because I haven’t see you downstair .... (I just want to greet you. I thought you weren't coming, because I haven't seen you from below ..).
“Arthur!” Excited the cold Son.
“Ya Tuan”
“Do I invite others?”
“Not” Sahut Arthur fast.
And Arthur immediately turned his head while talking to Ilse. “I bag your pardon, Doctor Ilse. But you may leave now .... (I'm sorry, Doctor Ilse. But you can go now ) ...”
Arthur asked Ilse to immediately leave from the presence of the Son politely, where Ilse seemed a little unacceptable because again – more rejection that he got from the Son.
But Ilse showed her smile to the Son and kept her attitude.
“Okay I’ll go now .... I won’t disturb (Alright I'll go now .... I won't interrupt )”
Ilse then glanced at the Girl and smiled obliquely.
“For at least .... Now you know, what kind of a woman that she is .
“( Least.... Now you know what kind of woman she is.... )”
Ilse grinned when she turned around, while throwing a humbling cynical look at the Girl whose facial expression had been mixed – mixed more into shock with her eyes that already seemed to be glazed – glass.
“I’ll be downstair, if you finish here, Son.... (I'm below, if you're done here, Son ) ...”
Ilse turned to Putra again and revealed her best smile while throwing a gaze at the Son who was still looking at her, but without expression.
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“Why just stand? .... sit down...” Said the Son flatly as he opened the lid of the diamond-designed glass bottle without looking at the girl who was still standing in front of him, but had entered the room where the Son was after Ilse left from there, and Arthur closed the door.
As the Son wanted and told Arthur, he wanted to be alone with the girl in the room.
“Are you now deaf? .... until I have to repeatedly – times telling you? .. hem?” Said the Son while glancing at the girl who was still standing, with her face down.
“Putra ... i..”.
“Sitting says!”
The girl closed her eyes with her shoulders also spontaneously raised due to the rising voice of the Son.
Still bowed, not daring to look at the face of the Son, the Girl took her place on the same exclusive leather round sofa where the Son sat, but the Girl sat away from the Son.
The son tilted, after pouring the drink from the glass bottle that he had opened the lid, into a small glass glass with the same design with a large glass container and containing a brown liquid that at first glance looks like tea water.
“You haven't answered my question..” The son paused his words, because he took a sip of the drink he had poured. “How should I call you, hem? .... Girl or Pomegranate?”
The son asked while looking at the girl who was still bowed and silenced.
“Hem?”
But the girl was still silent and still lowered her gaze and face.
“ANSWER!”
Prasngggs....
The son who had begun to rise in his emotions because of silence The girl threw the glass he held towards the door leaf while shouting with her eyes that glare sharply at the girl who seemed to again sniff the shoulders and spontaneously closing his ears, as his spontaneous body tilts slightly to avoid something when the Son throws a glass to the door, although the Girl and the door are quite distant.
The son was furious, remembering that sight that made his eyes hurt. When he saw the girl laughing cheerfully in a room and dancing with a man with their body position tight.
“Cih!”
The son spontaneously screeched after violently grabbed the face of the Girl through his chin, forcing the face to look at him.
“You cried in front of me?! .... I saw you laughing happily in the arms of a – man on the dance floor earlier! .... And it looks like you really enjoyed being deckap by that – guy, heh?!”
“Bu – is like that..”.
The girl shook her head with her wet eyes and dared herself look into the eyes of the Son.
“Heh!”
The son let go of the grip of his hand on the chin of the Girl violently.
“I just want to know, who you really are.... Girl or Pomegranate?” Say the Son still standing in front of the girl who is still sitting. “Jawab which is who you really are! Don't test my patience!”
“Gadis ...”
“.............”
“That's my real name .... Pomegranate... is the name of my grill” Say Girl slowly.
“Heh! Stage name ..”
The son chuckles cynically.
“Pretty good!"
The son exclaimed then with a voice that sounded flat but cynical.
"Delima .... red pomegranate. Looking at your appearance tonight, I think that name suits you. You should be wearing a red dress, you'll look so tempting the guys out there to touch you”
While the Son looked coldly at the Girl.
“Now tell me, how much did you fare last night?...”
“I'm not what you think Son!”
The girl immediately snatched and exclaimed at the Son over the man's words. The face of the Girl seems to be unacceptable, other than that she does not believe that the Son has just asked such a degrading question.
The son snorted cynically, with a gaze that seemed to mock the Girl.
“Unlike I thought ...”
Son mumbled cynically.
“Indeed you wish I thought what it would look like to see you dressed like this, then you danced intimately behind me?.... If until this moment I had no idea who you really were and had not come here to make you meet me, I think now you are in bed with the man who danced with you earlier!..”
“Stop!”
The girl stood up abruptly, exclaiming with her eyes that glared sharply at the Son.
“Stop...”.
Girl whimpering.
“I work here as a performer of the Son, not as a comfort woman! .... So please, don't accuse me, because you, don't know anything about me...”.
The girl said resolutely, straightforwardly as she stared unperturbedly at the Son, while the Girl emphasized her sentence.
“Of course I didn't know anything about you before tonight ...”
The son advanced his face and threw a cynical look right into the eyes of the girl who was looking at him.
“And now I already know ...”
The Son placed both hands on the shoulders of the Girl. Pressed it slightly.
“You are a hypocritical woman!”
Then the Son moved his hands away from the shoulders of the Girl with a slight roughness.
The son turned his face away and moved away from the girl who felt deft in his throat.
“This ..”
The son took out a wad of money he took out of his suit pocket.
“Your payment for accompanying me!”
Then the Son turned towards the door.
“At least give me a chance to explain Son ...”
The girl glanced at the Son who had turned his back after throwing a wad of money at her.
The girl's tears are spilling now.
On the one hand, the girl feels guilty for not having time to be honest with the Son, on the other hand the Girl was insulted by the treatment of the Son who threw money at her.
“I don't want to defend myself, to keep you by my side just because of your social status and wealth, Son ..”
“.............”
“Trust or not ... I sincerely love you ...”
“.............”
“Give me just a little time to explain... and after that it's up, you want how .... I received ..”.
“From now on, stay away from me and my son”
*****
“Putra ..”
A voice calling to the Son was behind the Son who was about to walk out of the Pub where he was.
“Silk, wait! (wait! )”
The son glanced at his arm where there was a white hand holding him back to continue.
“Are you just leaving? (Are you leaving already? ) ..”
“None of your business (Not your business). Ilse ...”.
The son quickly asked the question of the woman in front of him, with a cold tone of voice. But the woman in front of the Son revealed her smile instead to the Son, as if unaware that the Son spoke in a cold and determined tone to him.
“I know that you are upset now ... but why don’t you have a seat with me? Or maybe you want to go somewhere with me, if this place already make you feel uncomfortable?..... (I know you must be upset right now.... but why not sit down – sit with me first? Or maybe you want to go somewhere with me, if this place makes you uncomfortable? ) ...”
*****
Meanwhile, at the place where the Son was, the girl was still there for some time.
There is sadness and pain that spread on the day of the Girl after the Son.
The girl did not pursue the Son who left after warning her to stay away from the man, as well as from her son, Anthony.
Handsome boy who has been close to the Girl, and sincere Girl dear not only to steal the attention of the Papa.
Not to mention the accusation of the Son who indirectly considered her a cheap woman, even the Son threw a sum of money at her.
Wanting, the Girl pursues the real Son, even he is very eager to hold back and force the Son to stay and listen to his explanation even if only for a moment.
But baby girl doesn't have enough courage. There is a great fear, but more than that, few girls understand the nature of the Son quite hard. If the Son is like that, willing to cry with tears as hard as anything, the Son who has considered him inferior, liars even say he is a hypocritical woman will not feel sorry for him.
The attitude of the Son on Ilse who was once the Son hardened with hard, until the beautiful blonde doctor was crying sobbing, did not make the Son talk hard to him.
And that's what makes the girl broken charcoal, does not make her chase after the Son, because she feels it will only be in vain.
The girl could only give up, her fear had already become real.
There's nothing a girl can do but give up now. The girl smiled bitterly while removing the remains of her tears, and looked at the Son's ring embedded in one of her ring fingers.
“Maybe I have to return this ring... and these money....” The muttered girl looked at the Son's gift ring and glanced at the money strewn within the room she was in now.
The girl breathed a heavy sigh, then took the scattered money, which the Son threw at her and collected and tidied it up.
“Hopefully the Son has not left this place ..”
The girl muttered again, as she stepped her foot out of the room in a hurry.
“Quite you consider me cheap, Son .. but at least, by restoring all this, I do not want you to consider as a treasure-chasing woman.”.
The girl stepped in haste, about to go downstairs, but suddenly her steps were restrained.
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