The Secret of Office Girl

54. The Similar Name

“The man's name..”

Kirana threw a strange look at Ken. He didn't know what had happened. Ken raised an eyebrow, waiting for Kirana to continue.

“Ken, that's right. This is not a business card, but a trouser purchase coupon d*l*m.”

“Hah? Time anyway?”

Unbelieving Ken immediately snatched the card in Kirana's hand, then read the writing listed there.

“Collect these 10 cards, and get 3 pcs d*l*m Victor Secret.” pants

Ken turned to Kirana, chuckled awkwardly, and scratched his head.

“Sorry, Miss, lately I've been a fool for staying up too often.”

“You're not like a professional bodyguard, Ken. After all, why bother taking business cards? Is there no other way?” furious Kirana.

“Other ways? What other way, Miss?”

Kirana took a deep breath. Trying to stay patient. He was astonished by his personal bodyguard who seemed to be experiencing symptoms of decreased intelligence.

“Why don't you ask directly? Or you pretend to know Clara's father. Then surely he will mention his own name.”

Kirana immediately called Daniel. He sets up a plan to find out Clara's father's name.

After getting brief instructions from Kirana, Daniel hurriedly searches for the whereabouts of Clara's father, who turns out to be in the basement of the car park.

Daniel ran over and patted Clara's father on the shoulder. While not far from them, Kirana and Ken watched from her hiding place.

“Uncle Albert,” greet Daniel to his father Clara.

Then Daniel hugged the man like a nephew who had not seen his uncle for a long time.

Of course Clara's father immediately frowned, astonished at the behavior of an unknown person suddenly calling him Uncle Albert.

“Sorry, who are you?”

“Times Uncle Albert forgot. I'm Daniel, Uncle's nephew,” Daniel smiled and hugged Clara's father again.

Soon Clara's father took off Daniel's hand, took a deep breath, and rolled his eyeballs.

“You're wrong. I'm not your uncle, nor do I have a nephew named Daniel.”

“Cannot be. You must be Uncle Albert. It's me, Uncle. Daniel. Try Uncle remember again.”

“I say once again, I'm not your uncle!” snapped Clara's father, who was about to get into the car.

“Uncle Albert, wait! You're Uncle Albert, right? I can't be wrong,” said Daniel blocking Clara's father's hand.

The man seemed to be at the limit of patience. So he threw out Daniel's hand violently, and lifted up a sharp eye.

“Enough! I'm not your uncle, and my name is not Albert. But Hardi. Hardi Russell,” Hardi yelled at Daniel with rage.

His eyes bulged, teeth chattered and veins around his neck until they stood out. Make Daniel take a step back, prepare to escape.

From the hiding place, Kirana's face frowned. He had never heard of Hardi Russell.

“Hardi Russell? Who's Hardi Russell?”

“Oh, sorry, Sir. I was wrong apparently,” said Daniel cupped his hands.

“I've been saying since, you're wrong. Go there!” exciting Hardi.

“Iya, sorry, Sir. Sorry.”

Without being asked to leave, Daniel would indeed do the thousand-footed style once Clara's father mentioned his own name.

Hardi growled in annoyance. Not thinking about the young people today. There was a man who hit him in the elevator. Now there is a man who claims to be his nephew.

“There-there's just.”

Then, Hardi got into a car that was speeding away from the basement of the apartment.

“Nona, the man named Hardi Russell,” reported Daniel who came to Kirana and Ken.

“Who is he, Miss?” Ken asked.

“I have to phone Papa.”

***

“You know, Raka? Nearest people usually have the most unexpected secrets.”

“What do you mean, Mr?” asked Raka who did not understand the direction of Balin's conversation.

“I am not the real father of Kirana, and I hid this secret for many years.”

Although Raka was silent, but the confession from Balin was enough to surprise her. Raka pulled the tip of her lips in a smile.

Actually Raka does not want to interfere in Balin's personal problems. However, curiosity prompted him to ask.

“Master Balin has his own reasons for hiding that secret from Miss Kirana.”

Balin nodded in confirming. Slowly Balin and Raka set foot across the field, looking for their ball, and continued the game of golf.

They walk casually accompanied by a golf caddy carrying equipment.

Raka took a deep breath. For him, this is not just playing golf, but it feels like telling a story with his own father.

Moreover, Balin asked Raka not to use language that is too formal when they talk casually.

Raka just smiled, nodded, assuring Balin's request.

“May I know why Mr. Balin did not tell Miss Kirana the truth?”

Balin clamped, then bowed his head. It made Raka feel presumptuous to have asked something personal.

“Sorry, Mr. Balin does not need to answer questions from me,” Raka lowered his head apologizing.

“Too sad to tell. Given how cruel Kirana's father was to my family. But if you want to know, Kirana's real father hates Kirana very much even since she was born.”

Raka nodded in understanding of the conditions that were happening.

Balin stopped because he had found the ball. He was preparing to punch where the ball was.

“If Miss Kirana is not a member of the Mahendra family, then who is the real father of Miss Kirana, Mister?”

The golf stick that Balin swung suddenly stopped. Now Balin is made to gasp at the question from Raka.

The problem was that Balin had not mentioned the name of his enemy for a long time. Balin strengthens the grip on the golf club and…

Plaque.

Balin continues his punch, the ball rolls past Raka's ball, and finally into the hole.

“Kirana's birth father named Harsa Russell,” said Balin who immediately walked leaving Raka alone.

In the place where he stood, Raka was sculpting with a frowning face.

“Harsa Russell. Why is Miss Kirana's real father's name similar to Clara's? Hardi Russell. Or maybe just a coincidence?”

Not wanting to be late thinking about other people's business, Raka grabbed a golf stick because now her turn hit the ball.

Just then, Balin's phone rang. Raka who was standing not far from there, made her able to hear Balin's conversation with Kirana.

“Papa, where is it now?”

“Papa still with Raka playing golf,” Balin replied at a glance to glance at Raka.

“Can Papa go home now? There's something I want to talk to Papa. It's an important issue.”

“OK, Papa comes home now.”

“Okay, I'm waiting at home. See you.”

Balin ended the phone call, then turned to Raka, and patted the man on the shoulder.

“Sorry, Raka, we continue another time. All of a sudden I want to go home soon.’

“No problem, Sir. Let me take Mr. Balin to home.”