Throw Your Ex In His Place !
Ep.42
Ardi brought his face closer to Dara. Their lips were now almost without distance.
Chequek! Someone entered the hospital.
Dara was startled, spontaneously pushing Ardi with both hands. Then he got up from his seat and stood at the edge of Ardi's bed.
" Excuse me, Sir. I'm taking dinner. I put it on the table." The hospital's catering officer said.
" I'll take about an hour, sir. Excuse me.."
Chequek! The catering officer left Ardi and Dara who were still staring in shock.
Ardi again grabbed Dara's hand.
" Want to continue?"
" Huh?" Dara shocked.
" Why is your face so red?"
" What the hell is that?" Dara turned her face.
" You ate it first, and then took the medicine."
" Don't switch the conversation."
" No, really! You better eat first so you can take medicine. So I healed. Don't think of a macem." Dara stepped towards the table where the food was placed.
" Heyuk is eating now..Open mouth..Aa.."
" Furm!" Ardi accepted Dara's bribe.
" good! Smart kid.." Dara rubbed Ardi's hair like a child.
Chequek!
" Di, how are you, baby?" Ardi's mother half ran into the room.
" You're all right, right? The wound isn't bad, is it, son?"
Dara took a few steps back from the bed. Giving a room to a woman who is worried about her son.
" I'm good, Mom. Don't worry. The doctor also tried his best to help me."
" Thank God, son. But, it looks like you got special treatment from this hospital. VIP room facilities." Said Ardi's father who turned out to have been aware of Dara's presence.
" Oh yes, I didn't worry about it. The nurse is beautiful."
" I'm sorry, Mum. I am not a nurse. I'm......."
" I am who?" Ledek Ardi's.
" I......"
" He's my girlfriend, Dad, Mom." Ardi said later.
" So this is the girl you said you had to steady your heart?" Ask Dad.
" Yes, Dad."
" So fix him up to be father and mother's daughter-in-law?"
Ardi looked at Dara, then looked back at his parents.
" God willing, Yes Well."
Smile expands on both lips of Ardi's parents.
" Here baby." Mom pulled Dara's hand.
" What's his name?"
" Dara, Aunt. Dara Amelia's."
" A pretty name, as pretty as the guy." She hugged Dara.
" When are we going to Dara's house, Di? Surely a good thing must be quickened." Saying Father.
" huh? " Dara was shocked.
" But I haven't talked to you and mom."
" It's okay. Let's wait for Ardi to heal first. While you are notifying your parents of our arrival plans. Ok?" Dad asked for approval.
" Good, Om."
Chequek! Rizal and Iqbal came with two plastic bags filled with food and drinks.
" Mr and Madam have arrived? " Sapa Iqbal's.
" It's okay, Bal. Where did you end up not being able to welcome our arrival?" Ask Dad.
" I just got downstairs buying food for Mr. Ardi and Dara." Answer Iqbal.
" I'm sorry, Sir. Isn't this Setyo Aditia Bratha? Owner of the BR group?" Ask Rizal.
" That's right, Mr. Rizal. He is Mr. Setyo Aditia Bratha and there is Mrs Heni Aditia Bratha. They're both Mr. Ardi's parents." Bright Iqbal.
" So Ardi is the son of our corporate rivals. Then he's why he's been working at our company for the past few years. Was he purposely stealing company data?" inner Rizal.
" This is Dara's cousin's sister, yeah. Rizal Ramadan. The only child of Mr. Lukman Hadi Iryawan." Ardi introduced.
" O it turns out this is a child that is always proud of by Pak Wawan? How are you, son?" Dad shook Rizal's hand.
" I'm good, Om." Answer Rizal.
" This is Mr. Ardi's avocado juice that was ordered." Iqbal the road is approaching.
" Why does the lady hug Dara so, why ?"
" This is your young mistress' candidate, Bal." Answer Mother.
" huh? Dara with Mr Ardi? How can? How's story?" Iqbal wondered.
" There is...You'll ask your boss yourself." Say Mother.
" How can Dara be with Mr. Ardi. They have only met a few times. And I know Mr. Ardi is not the kind of person who falls in love easily. But why did Dara suddenly become a young mistress candidate? Well even though the yellow janur has not curved, it can still be pursued. But if the rival is Mr. Boss, haveuuhh where dare I. It is certain to lose outright. Yes it seems I have to be sincere." Iqbal. While compiling the food he brought earlier on the dining table of the hospital room.
" Ra, we're home. It's night, you need to rest." Said Rizal in a slightly taut tone.
" Om, Auntie we both excuse us to go home first."
" Ok! Be careful on the road." Said Dad while patting Rizal on the shoulder.
" You got my car, Zal." Ardi Timpal.
" No need! Thanks." Thanks."
" The problem is easy, let Iqbal take in your house or in the office."
" No need! We'll take a taxi." Rizal forced his smile.
" Bal, please help get the goods out of the trunk."
" Well, Mr. Rizal."
Ardi's mother let go of her embrace.
" Aunty, Dara, excuse me to go home first." Dara kissed Mom's back hand.
" Be careful, baby.tomorrow here again."
" Yes, Aunt."
" Sister Ardi, I'll go home.."
" Hmm..." Ardi nodded.
" Till home don't forget to tell ya."
" Yes." Yeah." Then Dara walked over to Dad.
" Dara said yes, Om." Said Dara while kissing the back of Dad's hand.
Dad nodded, then rubbed Dara's head.
" Be careful on the road."
The three of them left the VIP room towards the car park. After arriving there Iqbal opened the trunk of his car and took with him the bag and suitcase owned by Dara and Rizal. They walked to the front of the hospital's ER lobby to make it easier to find a taxi stand by or passing.
" There's a cab, sir. I'll call ya." Iqbal half-runs to a blue-painted car parked by the side of the road.
" How did Rizal's face change, why?" Tanya Dara, who had seen the change in attitude of her cousin.
" Why not."
" li lie! Dara's eyes are only minus, Mas, not blind."
" Yes...Same with Ardi. He was a crown prince in the BR group. And the BR group will also be his. Then why does he work in our company which incidentally rivals from his own father's company? Must be the reason he's been stealing the data of our important clients all this time. Hmh! Wolf's hairy sheep." Rizal's upset.
" But I don't think Ardi's a man like that."
" Yes! Because you are blinded by love! And now I'm changing my mind. I'll fight you, Ra. I'll take you back from Ardi."
" Wouldn't! I don't have the same feeling as Mas Rizal. I love Mas Rizal only as a big brother. Point!" Dara picked up her travel bag, she walked away from Rizal with emotion in her chest.
Dara took a taxi prepared by Iqbal. Without further ado he immediately closed the door of his car and he asked the driver to walk immediately. Iqbal who was still standing on the side of the road, he felt confused by Dara's attitude.
