Throw Your Ex In His Place !
Ep15
After Rizal agreed to drink coffee offered by Ardi, they walked out of the meeting room followed by Iqbal behind him who had finished cleaning the files and also the laptop used for the presentation. When I was about to go to the exit Iqbal stopped his boss's steps.
" Sir, I'm sorry.I want to find Dara for a moment. " Iqbal's words startled Ardi, so he immediately stopped his steps and turned his body towards Iqbal.
" Why are you looking for him ?" Ardi's face changed immediately. His eyes turned sharp.
" Eehh.like the order of Mr. earlier, I have to coordinate with Dara to find out the number of people who will come to the villa later. So I wanted to ask for his HP number. " Iqbal explained carefully.
" Alright.after that you meet me at the cafe near this office. " Ardi immediately turned around and headed for the office exit without waiting for an answer from Iqbal.
" Well Sir..huuufffttt.." Iqbal sighed, he felt relieved that he was already free from the sharp gaze of his boss. And he passed by looking for Dara.
Ardi headed to the parking lot where his car was.
Tiins..! Tiins..! Rizal honks his car horn. Cueing Ardi to follow him from behind towards the cafe sebrang office. Not how long they arrived because it was just a detour from the office. They put the car at the cafe which was quite starting to get a little crowded because the working hours were finished.
The two handsome guys entering the coffeeshop were greeted by a beautiful maid who opened the door for them. Then lead him in and take them to his desk. And the waiter gave the menu book to this handsome duo.
" Please sir, the menu.." The waiter gave each of them a menu book.
" Thank you.." Rizal smiled "I want a latte one, and Mr Seno what message ? "
" It's the same. " Ardi closed the menu book.
" Means latte two, mba." Rizal said to the waiter.
" Well, the order's latte two yes, sir.." The waiter wrote in the notebook. "there are other additions sir ? for the dessert maybe..? we have the latest sir with the cakejarnya putu bolu..perhaps pak pak interest ?" Continue waiter.
Rizal looked at Ardi, as if hinting would the message offered by the waiter ? and Ardi nodded in refusal.
" For a while, Mba. If we need anything else, I will call. " Rizal returned the menu.
" Good sir, for the order is awaited for a moment huh. " The servant passed away.
" Good Mr. Seno.once again I congratulate you for getting your replacement candidate and..You also work in a new office. " Rizal opens the conversation.
" It's not so formal. Just relax...just call me Ardi, no need to call Mr. Seno, after all we have no working relationship. " Said Ardi while opening his tie.
" Arydi ? " Rizal hesitates.
" Yeah..Erdi.." Ardi leaned his back against the chair. " How about tomorrow go to the villa ? " ask Ardi.
" Certainly follow.if gebetan also come along.." Rizal smiles.
Rizal was silent for a moment. Can Ardi be trusted if I tell her my story ? If it turns out not and he disseminates the story to the public how ? But what is the importance of him telling it to others ? The questions were in Rizal's head.
" Will not answer ? That's okay, your privacy. Tomorrow, don't miss it... Now we're friends. " Ardi smiled meaningfully.
" No, Di.. I'm just confused where do you want the story from ? " Rizal scratched his non-itchy head.
The waiter came and served their order coffee latte. After the servant left Rizal continued his story.
" So this is how it is.... I love a girl and it goes on a long time ago. About two or three days ago, my father called his father to ask him to be my wife. " Rizal raised his cup and wanted to drink it.
" Then ? " Tanya Ardi flat.
" uh..." After sipping coffee Rizal put back his cup. " Then....the attitude of the girl immediately changed. He became angry and indifferent. I keep asking him why he's acting like that ? He said he was sprained and disappointed with me, because he had only considered me as an older brother. And we are each counted brothers. But distant brother. His grandfather he was my sister Grandma. " Rizal.
" That means he's your cousin's sister ? " Ardi asked probing.
" Yes, he's my cousin's sister. "
" That's why he rejected it ? " Ardi was getting curious.
" It's not just that..... " Rizal threw his face against the window. " He loves someone else. You want to know who he loves ? " Rizal looked back at Ardi, waiting for an answer from Ardi on his question. And Ardi shrugged and both his hands, marked he did not know.
" Ck.that man was his best friend.a friend who had long lost and then returned again.and it happened some time ago. " Rizal said with stifled emotions. " I don't know why he was expecting that guy. Was he not afraid that someday that person would go back missing and leave him once again ? Being left alone again, unfortunately, it hurts so much. " Rizal tried to make a joke for himself. " I don't want him to feel that. I don't want him to be sad. " Rizal.
" Don't let you. " Ardi held back his laughter.
" Not Lebay, but it is. If you are in love, you will do the same with me. Especially if you fall in love with the same girl as me. That's Dara. Yes, Dara Amelia, you were disqualified. " Rizal said it casually without knowing what was going on inside Ardi.
The deg! Like there's a butterfly in Ardi's chest, when Dara's name is mentioned by someone else. Ardi gulped down his coffee, hoping that the butterfly would disappear from his chest. Actually, he was looking for what he saw in the meeting room and the information given by Mr. Bambang. He wants to make sure of himself. But it turned out that after knowing there was an unpleasant feeling inside his chest.
" What's wrong with you, Di ? You okay ? " Rizal asked, because he saw there was something strange about Ardi's attitude.
" Hm...Its alright. " Ardi smiled covering up the actual condition.
Iqbal came with the waiter to their table.
" Sir, my work is done. Do you want me to take you home ? " Iqbal bowed his body in front of Ardi's desk.
" No, I can go home by myself. Laptop and files please put in the car. It's key. " Ardi took the key from the pocket in his suit and gave it to Iqbal.
