Widow of the Choice of CEO Duda

Part 27: No Longer a Floating Pen

The third day of Mentari's departure from the house, Edgar who had been messed with the loss of his wife, plus his mother who continued to nag, made him want to remove his ears and put in the closet.

To avoid his mother's radio-like scolding, Edgar chose to leave for the office sooner. Although it made her mother nag because she was at the dinner table alone.

''How's Jim?'' ask Edgar.

''No reports yet, Mr.'' replied Jimmy.

''You didn't give the wrong order, did you?''

''No sir.'' replied Jimmy.

''Does Mentari not like me, Jim? what less am I? I'm handsome, rich, why did he just leave so?''

Edgar rested his head on the back of the chair by looking up.

''Don't you think she doesn't want to have a child like Chelle''

''Can I be honest, sir?'' ask Jimmy.

Edgar looked at Jimmy.

''Have you always been lying?''

''That's not what I mean Sir, I will answer the question from the previous Master. It's just that I will answer honestly, not the answer on the basis of unpleasant but contains dishonesty.''

''Hmm, answer quickly!''

''Ahm, you already know the story of Miss Mentari who has been recorded painful memories in her life. It's possible that she just wants to be by the side of someone who truly loves her sincerely, sir. Try to remember, there may be words that make Miss Mentari hurt so that you conclude if your marriage is just a charade it really will not be made into a normal marriage..'' jimmy.

Edgar digested Jimmy's long speech. He remembered the contents of the letter left by Mentari.

''Where did you learn Jim?'' search Edgar.

''From your story, sir.'' replied Jimmy.

''Bad!'' exciting Edgar.

''But, there's a truth to what you said Jim, should I try to love Mentari?'' ask Edgar.

''Betul Tuan, if you want this marriage to be the last marriage in your life, then, yaaa immediately try to love Miss Mentari. Because if you don't move fast, then, I will go forward to love him.

BRACKET

No longer a floating pen, this time Edgar kicked his desk and immediately stood up with a sharp look like he wanted to prey on Jimmy alive, he did not accept what Jimmy said, he said, even if it's just a joke.

''Sorry Master I was just joking.'' said Jimmy.

''Ready, Sir..''

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The middle-aged man got off the plane, outside the airport was awaited by a driver.

''You alone?'' ask Mr. Erick the driver.

''Yes Mr.'' replied the driver as he opened the car door for Mr. Erick.

''You go to the usual place first.''

''Your Master.''

The driver drove the car to a place that was always routinely visited by Mr. Erick. Although in practice, the driver was ordered to go down directly, while Mr. Erick was just waiting in the car.

As long as Mr. Erick is abroad, the driver who is always given confidence comes to this place.

''You didn't forget what I ordered, did you?'' ask Mr. Erick.

''No sir, I bought everything and it's behind me.''

''Good job!''

The car stopped at its destination, and the driver came down alone. He opened the back of the car and took down two large boxes. After that, it closed back.

Security, seeing the driver in trouble, approached and helped bring him inside.

''Good afternoon, Miss Maryam.'' said the driver.

''Sore Mr. Iwan.'' greet Maryam ma'am kindly.

Over the years they have met the same thing. Yang ma'am Maryam knows if the one who has been sharing sustenance on this foundation is Mr. Iwan. Because when visiting this place, Mr. Erick forbade Mr. Iwan to wear his driving office clothes. In addition, Mr. Erick does not want anyone to know if he is the one who gives donations regularly in this place.

''Thank you very much Mr. Iwan, me and the children all have no words but to thank you as much. And also pray that Mr. Iwan and his family are always given health, good sustenance.'' said Maryam.

''A. e. aamiin Bu, aamiin.'' replied Mr. Iwan a little nervous because he felt bad.

While Mr. Erick waited in the car while opening the incoming files and stored in the memory of his phone. Every now and then the middle-aged man stared and looked around looking at the many children playing outside.

Just as Mr. Erick was about to lower his head, he suddenly raised his face again after feeling familiar with the figure of the woman who was accompanying the children playing.

''GHADIRA?''