The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 47. Pulang Kampung's

Roland had just gotten off the red-flagged car as bright as today but unfortunately the look on his face was inversely proportional to the vehicle he was carrying to the 20-story building's company.

“Good morning, Sir. Today you have to replace Mr. Akram for a meeting with PT Lin's client about planning the construction of a 10-story apartment in South Jakarta,” reported a woman who served as secretary named Parwati.

Roland did not reply yet, the man was massaging his two temples while his feet kept walking towards his study. The clock on the new wall shows the number 07:30 WIB. Ever since the boss was busy with new toys that made his life colorful, Roland's work just piled up. Not even the man gave an answer to Parwati, suddenly the phone in his pocket shook. Akram's name appears on the main screen of his flat object.

“Halo good morning, Sir. Can I help you?” roland said at the moment after receiving a phone call from the boss.

[Adinda left my house and it's your job to get the information where she's headed! I want to get the results in two hours from now!]

Click!

Roland was really getting more frustrated, not even finished the work he wanted to do today, the more work that made his head even more dizzy. Want to resign but unfortunately the salary offered as a personal assistant of an Akram Julian Ramindra will not be easily obtained in another company.

“You reschedule that meeting first! There are far more important things that I have to do at the moment and if I can't finish it, maybe I will no longer be able to stand in the company Ramindra Group.” The assistant was forced to leave the company to carry out a new order from the owner of the 20-story building.

Meanwhile, Adinda, after arriving at the house directed by madam Ramindra, the girl knew a husband and wife who lived there as a guard and servant who worked in the house.

“Good, Neng Adinda. Later Bibi said that the mistress asked her,” said Bibi Siti while stepping into the front alley of the house. Waiting for the arrival of an online taxi that will take Adinda home to Sukabumi, meet her mother and sister.

“Then, Adinda say goodbye first ya Bi. Assalamualaikum!” adinda said after kissing the back of the middle-aged woman's hand before entering the online taxi she had booked.

Almost three hours of travel taken to his hometown until the house was only a small patch, had made him surprised because there was already a fairly large shophouse standing firmly in his yard. Even Mother Hanum's house today looks to be the most magnificent house among other housing.

Just now the girl got out of the taxi she rented up to Sukabumi, suddenly a black sports car, came to a stop after the taxi she was riding away. Adinda who was not aware of the presence of the man still walked after carrying the fruit of the hand that he deliberately bought for his favorite family.

Likewise with the man in the black car, he also got out of the car after taking some Bakery boxes as a hand for the Adinda family.

When Adinda had just set foot on the porch of the house, suddenly a very familiar baritone voice in her ear called out her name. .

“Adinda!”