The Love of the Past
Go To Singapore
Arkha swung his steps leaving the ICU room. The gallant body was in line with his foot that stepped definitely towards Nayra. The woman is seen chatting in the waiting chair with Dera. The Arkha's wife seemed to be talking seriously about Dera, Arkha approached and cut off the two because she had to rush away.
“Honey, I'm going to the office now, yes?”
“Ah, yes.” Nayra stood up and grabbed Arkha's hand, then kissed her husband's back.
After a few minutes Arkha left, Nayra asked Dera for permission to visit Zayn and was immediately agreed by him. Nayra stepped hesitantly towards the door that said ICU, she opened the door knob heavily.
Actually, he could not bear to see the situation of Zayn who was so alarming, but his heart was eager to encourage the man to be quickly aware of his coma. Yes, it has been two months longer Zayn lay, but there is still no development even the slightest.
Nayra also approached to the side of the surrounding gurney filled with Zayn life-connectors, starting infusions, hoses, breathing apparatus and also a heart rate detection machine. Whether or not the man would be able to come to his senses and recover as soon as possible, or would just end up in the gurney, no one could have predicted him.
Nayra's breathing was tight as she stared fixedly at Zayn's deathly pale face, barely visible to the light of life there. His heart was weak as he gently stroked the man's hand. Nayra's tears began to look well in the eye pelukur as if to escape, but he still held it.
Nayra's lips unceasingly prayed for Zayn's current recovery, so that he could see and witness the happiness Zayn had to gain after he had recovered.
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Meanwhile at AM Advertising company, Arkha sat with her busyness, her eyes glued to the monitor in front of her. His fingers did not stop dancing on the keyboard. Some files were piled up on the table as if waiting for him to get a turn, he said,
A knock on the door rang out in Arkha's ear, instantly dissipating his concentration. He immediately invited someone into his room. A beautiful woman dressed formally entered Arkha's room while carrying some report files. Yes, she is Celine who currently works as Arkha's secretary. He has worked for several years at the company, even before Arkha arrived in Indonesia.
“Good morning, Sir. Sorry to interrupt the time, I have something to say.” Celine looked down saluting her boss.
“Again, what's up?” arkha asked with a curious look. This time he was a little able to read the mind of his secretary, because it was not usual for Celine to knock on his boss' door this early. Even he would only dare to enter if on the phone by Arkha to deliver something into the room. If there was no order, then he would not dare to enter carelessly.
“Pak, this is a company report that is in Singapore, there is a pretty big problem.” Celine handed over the file she had been holding since.
Arkha opened the file he had in his hand. One by one he read the lines of words that were in the paper. His forehead frowned so much that his two eyebrows almost fused together.
"Are you sure about this report?" ask Arkha in disbelief. He turned his eyes to Celine. Celine lowered her head in fear of the boss' gaze. His gaze seemed to want to kill him at this time, whereas, usually Arkha was always friendly to the employees.
"Yes, sir, I'm very sure. If you don't believe me, I can get someone to come here."
"All right, you can come out!" arkha's orders without looking at Celine, her eyes were still focused on the file she was reading.
After receiving the received dossier from her secretary and studying it carefully, Arkha sat down limp, leaning her body against the back of the work chair. His face looks lethargic. Occasionally he grabbed his own hair accompanied by a long breath.
Arkha really did not expect, the company that in Singapore, suffered a considerable loss, almost reached one trillion more if it was broken up.
Arkha immediately called one of his employees in Singapore. He thinks the employee is quite great, it turns out he can still miss.
"Why is it like this? Huh!" arkha snapped unceremoniously when the phone was connected.
"Huh, alright!" arkha said after getting information from the employee.
Arkha hung up the phone and called someone back. His finger pressed one name on his cell phone contact. Without waiting for long, the phone was connected.
"Bro, can you help me? I was deceived by one of my confidants. My company in Singapore suffered a huge loss. My company secrets have been sold to my business competitors. I want you to handle it there."
Arkha's face grew frustrated, he paused for a moment to think. Immediately, with his hasty steps, Arkha walked to meet Vijaya in the study room a few meters away from his room.
AM Advertising is a company engaged in the advertising world. Since completing his studies, Arkha decided to start his own business without the help of his father in Singapore.
