The Lost Sense

Chapter 62

"Reny, this is Mr. Tara who will accompany you, while giving a briefing, about the performance in this company," said papa, breaking the expectations that I just raised in my thinking. I try to hide my surprise.

"Welcome to join ya, Miss Reny." Dion shook my hand and smiled warmly. I nodded and welcomed his hand.

"Because you've known each other since the divorce case, Papa decided it's better Mr. Taralah who will give you guidance, Reny. Hopefully you can work together" said papa lightly.

"I'm ready sir, carry out the task, accompany, Miss Reny," Dion said respectfully.

"Okay, as a first assignment, I'm assigned you to review the project of building the mangkrak housing. Reny, try to approach the residents, to find out why the land liberation is problematic. Looks like someone's playing, so the soil problem is protracted." Papa's word.

"Sir Handoko, I think it's too early, if Reny is involved in handling the project" suggested Dion and I also agree.

"No, Mr. Tara, I have a crisp feeling I can definitely adapt. There's no harm in getting him into the field." papa's words weighed me down. How much hope papa has nurtured his work for me. After Arby decided to go to Papua with his community in a social action, Papa can only hope for me to participate in managing his company which he built from scratch.

"Alright, Pa. Reny is ready to start the task," I said firmly.

"That's Papa's new daughter. Papa likes your spirit." Papa patted my shoulder. Even if I still doubt my performance, there is no harm in following papa's advice.

"Then we leave now. I've prepared all the files I need" Dion said as he looked at my readiness.

I nodded and followed his long steps out of Papa's room. As we walked down the corridor, everyone who passed by always nodded respectfully at us. The smiling female stared at Dion. Dion simply responded coldly to their every greeting. Especially the women. They are beautiful and young girls.

"It looks like Mr. Lawyer has big fans here, yes" I said. The cold face glanced at me. I sniffed both of my shoulders got that response. I thought Dion would laugh or return my words. But even be confused.

We arrived at the reception desk. Two beautiful women there have been seen our arrival which is still 10 meters away. I smiled again, looking at their behavior.

Who wouldn't see Dion's handsome figure. A good lawyer who is loved by many women. Many are waiting in line to be made wives and mothers to their daughter, Raisa.

But so far, Dion's response has only been ordinary and seemed cold and indifferent. Of the many who teased him, none of whom he lyricized. Not one or two people called her "arogant widower" because her attitude would change whenever anyone would approach her.

All of that is Sofi's story, when they one night exchanged stories. Sofi even had time to remind him that he was not interested in his cousin.

"But make him fall in love with you, Ren, let him talk to him" Sofi said that night.

"Ih, you're why the hell, you forbid me to fall in love but told me that it was Dion who fell in love with me. How's the kek where? I don't want to think about romance anymore. I want to focus on my career and the future of my two children" I said, greeted by Sofi's voice across the street.

"Just don't blame me, yes, never warn you" he said.

"Alah, at most he will be chasing me," I always prank.

"Take it then, let him end his karatan widower title," sofi kekeh again, this time his voice gets louder.

"Udah, ah. Why do you also talk about all love. I've caught up and I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Eeh, my cousin is young, handsome again. You will not lose if you fall in love with him."

"It's not clear that you were preventing me from getting close to Dion. Uh, this is even combating me to him." Again I heard laughter across.

"Udah, really. You don't rent it yet, ah. It's easy when your tension rises. Just enjoy the process, Neng. I pray the best for you."

"Basic gokil. What process do you tell me to enjoy. It's getting crazy you hope, it's late at night," I cut off the phone one-sided. I don't know what Sofi's all about Dion meant.

When it comes to him who is admired by many women, I admit that. In fact, I haven't been in Papa's office a day I've seen the facts.

"Mom, Reny, I'm called Mr. Tara" one of the girls who served at the reception poked me. I saw the sign, Fany.

Dion took a moment off because he got a call. My daydream was cut off by reprimand, Fany.

"Eh, yes," I cried in shock at not hearing Dion's call five meters from where I was sitting. Dion, who is more familiarly called Mr. Tara, has already seen me with a smile. The two girls near me were suffocated to see Dion's smile, which he rarely showed. I smiled too, seeing them.

"Who's dream, up to that much fun?"

"Hem, I was just eavesdropping on the two girls' conversation" I said lying.

"What are they talking about, what?"

"You'll be amazed if I give you a leak,"

"You wait here for a moment," Dion walked towards the parking area. Minutes he's back in his sports car. Dion opened the car door for me, his sturdy arm holding above my head as I was about to enter. Treated like that, the chamber of my heart rippled. Instantly I became nervous, because of the sweet treatment.

Ih, what the hell, rebuke my heart. Only that was already baper.

Just as Dion was about to start the machine, his phone suddenly rang. He read it and then took the call.

"Hello baby, what's wrong?" sahut relax. I glanced at him. Because I think the one who called was his girlfriend.

"Yes, honey. Papa did not forget, papa bought it later, yes. Yes, papa promise. Drug....!" relationship interrupted.

"Help me later, yeah, Ren, buy Raisa a flower dress. Two more days he's birthday, I forget to keep going" he said, patting the jidat.

"Okay, I'll help you later" I said. I remember contacting Dion ahead of my divorce hearing, who raised his daughter Dion. I was shocked on the phone, Raisa, joking. He thought I was his papa's girlfriend.

"He must be a smart and adorable boy" I said after a moment of silence. We are currently on our way to the project.

"Who? Can it?" Dion glanced at me. I'm nodding.

"But, it's not uncommon for him to be so annoying and overwhelm me."

"Can't you?"

"There is one request, which I have not been able to fulfill until now. He always sues me. He thought finding a replacement for his mother was as easy as finding a needle in a haystack, "he said.

"Both are equally difficult" I argue. Dion opened his eyes because of my rebuttal.

"Obviously the latter is easier, just burn the rapids the needle must have seen."

"Yes, if the rapids are a little. If it's a lot, it's the same as a lie," I said not to lose.

"Hey, that's stubborn, you're Ren." he chuckled.

"I mean, we don't exaggerate the problem if it can be made simple."

"So, you think finding a surrogate mother is easy, huh?"

"I didn't say easy. But, there is no harm in seeing the situation. Raisa's been missing her mother since she was a child."

"So, you're saying I'm marrying just any woman just because, Raisa, it takes that. What if he doesn't want to accept Raisa and just wants me for example."

"How do you know he only wants you if you don't give him a chance. You can't believe that anyone will love your daughter, the problem here is you, not your daughter!" unconsciously we were ignited emotions and the conversation was getting louder.

"OK, consider me the problem. Then, do you have the heart to give up your child's care to someone you know, you can't trust." Dion pulled his car over.

"Of course it's not the story. He must be who you believe. The problem here is, you don't give a chance, don't open your heart.how can you know or find someone who's right for your daughter. If you're still locked in by something that's weighing on you. For example, your past," I unconsciously spoke at length without paying attention to Dion's countenance.

It seems my words offended him. Suddenly Dion grabbed me by the shoulder and hugged me, I was surprised not to expect his reaction. In a few seconds we hugged.

"I'm tired, I'm crisp, I'm so tired" he said. I tried to escape, so I was silent. I don't understand Dion's attitude. He was a man who was branded indifferent and cold, suddenly fragile like this.

He who was so fierce in the courtroom in defending the case of his client, was so weak helpless. Unknowingly, I patted her on the back, just as I calmed my children when her emotions were unstable.

I don't know how long we stayed in that position. I felt the other side of Dion's person I never expected. Does he really have a bitter past? Because Dion turned sensitive when I mentioned the past.

"I'm sorry Dion if my words are too harsh" I said at last.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, can't keep emotions in check" he said after releasing his arms at me.

"It's okay," I said in a relaxed manner. I don't want Dion to feel awkward about what happened.

"Thank you a lot, Crispy. It seems like I'm so silly huh, I'm always cold turned out to be so fragile, in front of you" he rubbed his face.

"Not so, everyone must have experienced at the lowest point of his life. Be thankful that in that moment, we found a sharing friend. You helped me first. Now we're even, yeah. My debt is gone," my kekeh.

Dion's eyes glared in wonder. The next second he seemed to have understood my words. Because in the hard times of my divorce trial. I was willing to give up, he was the one who motivated my spirit to keep fighting.***