True Said Mamah

Chapter 69

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"How's your investigation going, Raka?" asked Mr. Kemal who was sitting in his great chair in the Grissham Company company, after receiving the draft cooperation offered by Raka.

"Sorry, Sir. I have not found the man you are looking for. But, based on the information we've obtained, it's likely that the person you're looking for is moving to this city, sir."

Mr. Kemal nodded at Raka's explanation.

"That's what it looks like." Then Mr. Kemal continued to check the documents in front of him.

Silent for some time.

Raka was still in her position, standing before her superior. But with the water filled with burden.

He wanted to tell Kemal, but he hesitated. He was afraid that what he would say was unimportant. But he also felt he had to react to it. I don't know, it's as if something's pushing him to reveal it.

"What's with your face?" Mr. Kemal highlighted the look on Raka's face that seemed clear to Mr. Kemal as if he was weighing something.

Raka wanted to say nothing, but Mr. Kemal gave him the spotlight of intimidation.

"Maybe it's okay if I say it," Raka's mind.

"Sorry, Sir. With no other intention at all, I just want to say that the lady you want to meet the other day is already human."

"really?" For some reason, Mr. Kemal was happy to hear the news delivered by his assistant.

"Yes, Sir. But, the lady is blind." The look on Mr. Kemal's face changed instantly. The face that had been so cold, now radiated sadness.

Mr. Kemal leaned his back on the back of the chair he was sitting on. His gaze felt empty knowing Anan who could not see. As if being blocked by a wall, it was difficult for him to find an answer to the situation that had happened to him.

He was back when Sandra's doctor revealed the news about Anan who had an accident, upon his arrival in the country.

He gasped. He also remembered everything he felt at the same time as the incident. Including when he accidentally dropped the glass he was holding.

Although it looks calm, but there is anger that rises behind it. His heart crumbled and shattered into pieces. He strongly condemns the abduction and collusion of Anan.

Even though days had passed, Mr. Kemal still kept thinking about Anan. Whether it's Anan told by Sandra's doctor, or Anan whom she met a few months ago at her company.

Therefore, Mr. Kemal also intends to find out. He wanted to ascertain whether they were the same Anan or different people but with the same name.

In the past, he had wanted to order Raka to find out about Anan, but he paused. It was as if something was whispering so he wouldn't have to do it. Although her little heart was curious.

And three days ago, because he felt he had an inner bond and also to get an answer to his curiosity towards Anan, he also took the time to visit the hospital where Anan was treated.

But just now he was about to hold the door handle of the ICU room, a sense of worry over him. His logic and feelings are mixed. Finally, it was the logic of lord Kemal who dominated.

It felt strange, he who was a nobody Anan, suddenly came to see him, he thought. So that he just passed by before meeting and seeing Anan's condition.

"What's this?" Mr. Kemal Sighs heavily while holding his chest.

"Is Mister okay?" asked Raka, worried and a little closer.

"Come, Raka. I don't understand that much myself."

"Sorry, Sir. But you better pay attention to your health."

Mr. Kemal smiled at the worried tone in his assistant's sentence. Then back out a long breath.

"I'm doing fine. Oh right, do you remember the secretary of the Wima Group corporate envoy at that time?" asked Mr. Kemal, looking seriously.

"Still, Sir."

"Maybe this sounds bad in your ears. Or even seem unnatural. But you know, without meaning anything, ever since meeting that time, I kept thinking about that girl. I felt such a tight connection between us. But I don't know what that is either."

Mr. Kemal stood up from his seat and walked over to the sideboard cabinet which was two meters behind his seat.

He grabbed the wrong picture frame there. He stared fixedly at the picture embedded in the frame while wiping it. Then turn to face Raka.

"The photo, ." Raka's inner self, saw the photo in Kemal's master's hand.

"Maybe you're wondering, who's the woman in this photo?" Raka glared, master Kemal was able to guess what he was thinking.

Again, Mr. Kemal again let out a long sigh and then sat back in his chair.

"This is a picture of my first wife. Before marrying Zidan's mother, I was married in a village far away from here."

Mr. Kemal smiled and chuckled little imagining his love story with a woman who was his first love of the time. However, a moment later the smile and the oddity was replaced with a look of a grim and sad face.

"But baby, my marriage didn't go as I expected. For the sake of happiness and the sustainability of my household, I agreed to the proposal of opa Zidan to take care of the company in Japan. But apparently, my departure to Japan was the beginning of my farewell with her."

Raka could feel a deep disappointment in the heart of the head of the Grissham Company. And when he saw a drop of clear grain falling from the eye of his superior, his heart also felt sad. Unexpectedly, a man who was highly respected and scorned by her, shed tears before her.

Raka went forward and gave two sheets of tissue to Mr. Kemal.

"Sorry, Raka. We shouldn't have seen this" said Mr. Kemal, who felt bad crying in front of his assistant.

"It's okay, sir. I should be the one apologizing. And I don't think there's yet a rule that says a man is forbidden to cry." Raka's words suddenly made mister Kemal laugh.

Mr. Kemal stood up again and put the picture frame he held to its original place.

Mr. Kemal turned his body to face Raka.

"Oh yes, Raka. I've been searching for years, but... I'm confused why the team I formed through you hasn't given me the maximum results?"

Raka was pressed by her own saliva making her cough.

"What's wrong? Are you all right?" ask mr. Kemal.

"Wine! Have I been found out?" batin Raka's.

Mr. Kemal started swinging his steps towards Raka. His gaze could not be separated from the person standing before him.

"It would be a shame if I really got caught." Raka is back.

Until finally Mr. Kemal stood right in front of Raka. Mr. Kemal is still highlighting Raka. And before long, he raised his hand into the air.

"It looks like you're not feeling well today. Come home early!" he patted Raka's shoulder twice.

"But, Mister. I'm doing fine. I can still work today," Raka argued, slightly lowered her head.

"It's okay. I will return home with the driver" asserted Mr. Kemal.

If this is the case, inevitably Raka must follow the words of the leader. Raka also resigned and left Mr. Kemal himself in his study.

On the way back to the apartment, Raka did not stop monologuing. He also regretted that he had made a mistake all along. He did not expect that what was conveyed by Mr. Kendra was contrary to the story told by Mr. Kemal. He also realized that the real victims were Mr. Kemal and the person he was looking for.

"From this second on, I won't report anything more to Mr. Kendra. Even if I have to lose my job, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I don't feel guilty anymore. I really feel sorry for Mr. Kemal. I have to help you find the person you're looking for. Got to!" he murmured, making a determination.

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The Sandra Hospital.

Zidan followed the walk behind Adji. After the maniknya found the person he wanted to meet, Adji rushed to him.

"Mother Yani?" greet Adji, friendly.

"Eh, Mas Adji." Ibu Yani calls Adji 'Mas' at Adji's request.

"It just so happens that Mas Adji is here. I meant to meet the victim who was hit by Mom's husband."

Yani's mother's gaze turned to Zidan.

"Oh, introduce, this is Zidan, my best friend."

Zidan stretched out his hand to shake Yani's mother's hand. However, instead of being welcomed, Zidan gets a plot from Yani's mother.

"What's wrong with this mother? Why is he looking at me so? Does my face look horror?" his murmur was deep as he touched both of his cheeks in turn.

"Why do I look like I'm.... ."

"Mothers... Yani's mother?" Adji calls Yani's mother, so that Yani's mother is awakened from her daydream.

"Eh, sorry. Sorry, Mas." Yani's mother smiled lightly at Adji, and occasionally glanced at Zidan.

"Sorry, Son Zidan. Aunty lacks concentration" said Yani's mother also smiling at Zidan.

"It's okay, Mom."

"Call Yani's mother only. Just as Mas Adji called Mom," asked Yani's mother.

"Good, Mom. Don't you want to visit the victim? Let's drop off" asked Zidan, who also mentioned Adji.

They then move towards Anan's treatment room in the ICU.

Adji opened the door as soon as he arrived at the room in question. He also invited Yani's mother and her son in, followed by her and Zidan.

And after Yani's mother's distance with Anan's bed was eroded, Yani's mother was again flabbergasted. He wanted to say a few words, but could not. His tongue felt like he was talking about anything. There were only tears flowing down both of his cheeks.

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