When Love Comes Again
The Investigation Has Been Started
In the morning, the office atmosphere is quiet and quiet. All the employees are struggling with their jobs. They are like racing against time to complete all tasks on time. The fourth floor was so, in the corner of the room, precisely in the largest room on the floor, the room where Dicky was busy checking and signing the files lying on his desk.
The sound of knocking on the door made them look at the door. The secretary who was nearby rushed to open the door, after getting permission from his superiors and he invited a foreign man in. Dicky got up from his chair and greeted the man. Only he and the man were in the room at the moment.
“How? Is there any good news you brought for me?” ask Dicky to the guy.
“This, sir," said the man handing Dicky a brown envelope.
Inside there are several sheets of paper containing reports and several sheets of photos. Dicky was shocked to read the report. Many times he read it, afraid of misreading his mind. But the writing has not changed either.
“Tasikmalaya?” ask Dicky.
“Iya, Sir.”
“Do you get the address?” ask Dicky again. Longest real curious face sharpener.
“Siap sir. This is the address in question.”
“Then I ask you to go there to confirm the truth. Give me authentic proof. Photo or video or if you need a live video call. Are you up to it?” Dicky emphatically asked for the ability of his hired detective. An impatient feeling in his heart.
“Good. I'll do as Dicky's request. But since the place is a bit far away, later this will take a while longer. I'm not being rash, sir."
“Do as quickly and as well as possible. I don't want any words to fail,” insists Dicky again. The man nodded his head and asked for a break. Dicky returned to the contents of the envelope given earlier.
“Adellia. This is certainly no coincidence. But as long as I haven't found the evidence, I have a hard time believing all this" Dicky said.
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The streets of the capital were not too jammed tonight, so he could arrive home sooner than usual. As soon as the gate opened, Dicky parked his car in the trunk of the house.
Mr. Ujang has swiftly closed the gate of the luxury house. A very large and beautiful house, in front of him was a flower garden neatly arranged and clean. Then in the other corner of the yard there is a large fish pond with a fountain and beautiful garden lights. The two-story house has a large swimming pool behind the house, its architecture impressed shaby and classic with cream-colored house paint.
Dicky went straight to his room on the top floor, resting his body on the bed. Quite spacious room with very complete facititas. For a while he immersed himself in his sleepiness, until he woke up to the sound of knocking on the door.
“Mas Dicky want to make dinner what?” ask Bik Iyas at the door
“Please make some fried rice, Bik. His phone is on the.” Dicky loved fried rice and omelet.
“Good, Mas.”
“Wait, Bi," prevent Dicky. “Papa hasn't come home yet, Bik?"
“But Mas.” Auntie left her young master. After cleaning up and changing clothes, Dicky got out of his room. Dimeja eat already available rice goring with omelet order earlier. Bik Iyas fried rice is delicious, but there is less at this dinner. In the past, when his mother was still there, they always had dinner together at the dinner table. There was laughter and joking at that time. There are a lot of stories that they share on the table.
But now he is used to enjoying dinner alone at home or in a restaurant. Papa is busy taking care of other family subsidiaries, not infrequently they do not meet each other, even not at home. Work affairs made their relationship somewhat distant. After Mama is not there, Papa only gives his affection in the form of an abundance of material. They rarely start talking. Even when grandfathers stayed here they were rarely together.
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