The Possessive Inclined
eps 27's
I flipped through the paper about the history data about PT. Lovely characters and find one profile photo there. It is very small the size of the photo. But my ability to see me is pretty sharp.
"Oooooo-o... It turns out he is.." I said, flicking my finger onto a piece of paper with a 2x3-sized picture attached to it.
"Sir, know?" asked Luke with his face of shock.
I just smiled and I glanced at Mr. Eko. "Tell him, tell him to come whenever he wants!"
"Good, den! I'll call his assistant first" said Mr. Eko as he exited my room.
"Luke, thanks for the info. Continue your work!"
"Good, sir. Excuse me!" pampered.
I stood in front of my glass window. On the twelfth floor I was standing now, looking at the crowd outside. Busy traffic signs work for vehicle owners, busy trans buses stop and roads lead residents to their destinations, and there are even some busy pedestrians crossing the sidewalk. Every day the view like this nothing changes.
'Tok..tok.' the sound of knocking on my door came back.
"Lake in!" I answered while turning towards the door.
"Excuse me, den! I had contacted Mr. Reynaldo's assistant, he said they would arrive here at 15:00" Mr. Eko said after he entered.
"Gee.. Hurry too! Then we will wait for their arrival. I have no other schedule today either. Mr. Eko, help me as usual."
"Good, den. I'm out first" he said again.
Waiting until 15:00 is quite boring, because now my watch is still at 11:00.
'Drrttt... drrttt..' sound vibration notification chat that just entered my phone.
I unlocked my phone lock screen and found the incoming chat from....
^^^👀'Darren!'^^^
"Whose number is this?" I don't know the phone number that just came in.
^^^👀'Is this a Darren Xander number?'^^^
Whose cell phone number is this? It doesn't seem like the country's area code number.
🧑'Who is it?'
^^^👀'It's me, Bella.'^^^
Whats? Bella's?
🧑'Which bella🤔?'
^^^👀'Emang temen lu whose name is Bella Tsania how many there is in this world?'^^^
🧑'Oh... Elu Bel, sorry! I just ngeh. Where do you know my number?'
^^^👀'The question you should ask me is that I am not here, not that I know from whom your mobile number is. You Darren jutek! Very nice now😫.'^^^
🧑'😒 Yes I was wrong. How are you there?'
🧑'Why go home? Isn't your college not finished yet? Why did you come home here? Mo work?'
^^^👀'Gue kangen ama ortu me, ama me, and ama lu Der. Do you miss me😞?'^^^
The kangen? My feelings are now normal. It's not like it used to put you in first place in my life.
🧑'Custom aja. I went to college while working here. Doesn't it matter that your college isn't over?'
^^^👀'Ih how do you change now anyway? Surely uda there are girls yes now so cool and cute snobs to me now.'^^^
🧑'Bel, we are adults not new children. Please open minded! I want to work first, yes.'
^^^👀'Besok I arrived in Jakarta at 13:00. I want you to pick me up. Watch out if you don't pick up😡.'^^^
🧑'Tomorrow I can't, because I still work that hour. You can get your house people to pick you up.'
^^^👀'There are no rejections. If not, I'll be mad at you.'^^^
🧑'As far as you want how, anyway sorry tomorrow I can not pick up.'
I'll just finish our chat. It hasn't changed, it's spoiled. Wrong I was also the one who knew him from the beginning. What he wanted I always obeyed, but he could not respond to my intentions. She was the only girl I loved back then.
I opened my desk drawer. Take out a picture that I've been keeping for a long time and is the only one I have. Photos of who else if not photos of girls who ever adorn the beauty of my life. She is, Bella Tsania. The photo at that time she was eighteen years old, very beautiful and always charming.
I've known him since we were in High School. She was a favorite girl of the adam at that time, one of which was me. I helped her with her schoolwork so she could finish quickly and accompany me at all times. Friends even the teachers already thought that we were dating, because where there I was there must be him. The two of us were also contestants of the best couple winners at the prom which was held at the end of the farewell party at school. But at that time I just found out that he likes the older brother of my good friend Yuda. She always tried to get the attention of her brother Yuda named Hendra Wijaya. I don't know how long they've known me, I don't really understand either. I just know that he likes to tell me to take him to a German course which turns out to be Hendra's language teacher. But the bottom I just aja who is too busy ama Bella to be afraid of losing her, so just want to do whatever she wants.
If I recall an old memory with Bella, it makes me shudder amusedly myself. To the extent that the fur of my romance woke itself so gelinya imagine what I did at that time who hired Bella. Now it's all over, but my love for Bella is still there even though it's not like it used to be.
🌺Author Pov🌺
The time at 15:00 has arrived
Darren was already sitting in his soft boss chair waiting for the arrival of his special guest who was already in the elevator with Mr. Jil.
'Tin!!' the elevator sign arrived on the 12th floor.
The elevator doors were wide open and Mr. Jil allowed his guests to follow him into Darren's room. The guest in question was Reynaldo Kusuma and his two trusted men. They dress formally in a bossy street style to make the women who work there fascinated while peeking at them to the direction of the destination.
'Tok.tok.' the sound of knocking on Darren's door.
"Lake in!" answer Darren from within.
Mr. Jil opened the door to Darren's office and let the guests inside. Mr. Eko has also been accompanying Darren inside since then while standing up to welcome the guests.
"Good day, Mr. Reynaldo!" greet Mr. Eko while reaching out to shake hands.
"Just as well," warmly welcomed Reynaldo while receiving Mr. Eko's hand.
"Welcome to our company! Please sit down gentlemen!" said Mr. Eko let his guests immediately sit on the sofa of the room.
Reynaldo was already sitting on the sofa in an upright position while opening one button of his suit. "mmm... Mr. Darrennya." he said while looking for the whereabouts of Darren who has not been seen.
