You're Me She

45. Figuring Out

Geck! Geck!

Anton who was sitting in his chair staring at the door of his room, Tasya soon appeared with a sweat that was seen pouring on the forehead of the beautiful woman. Anton looked at Tasya who seemed to be in a hurry to get to him.

"Sorry sir, I'm late. My plane was delayed and...

"Here you go, sit down." Anton's orders while pointing to the seat in front of him.

Tasya fell silent, then he pulled a chair in front of Anton's desk and sat there. A moment later Tasya was flabbergasted when he saw Anton giving him some tissue.

"Take and sweat you."

Tasya was still fixated, then hesitantly he grabbed the tissue and thanked Anton for giving the tissue to him.

"How's your mother doing?" Anton asked, still looking closely at Tasya.

"My mom has lung cancer, sir. So, yesterday I immediately permission with HRD by phone if I permit one day." Terang Tasya's.

"They didn't tell me."

"I'm sorry sir, but I've really asked permission. Because of impromptu, so I could not wait for the morning to go to the office. So then...

"I understand." Cut Anton.

"Thank you sir."

"Yes." Yeah." Sahut Anton as he moved from his seat. Then he walked up to the window and stared at the tall buildings across the street. While Tasya can only be silent, waiting for instructions what will be given to him from Anton.

"Yes.." Call Anton, after a few minutes they're quiet in the room.

"Yes sir.."

"I want you to accompany me to dinner."

Tasya was flabbergasted and looked at Anton who was still cool looking at the tall buildings across there.

"Yes sir.."

"I have a meeting of young entrepreneurs, so I want to be with you."

"Mbak Riyanti's...

"I want you." Strictly Anton as he walked closer to Tasya and looked at Tasya with his gaze so firmly.

"I-i-iya sir."

"Good... I'll have Riyanti prepare a dress for you."

"Due..." Inner Tasya. He knew very well how Riyanti had behaved to him.

"But sir..."

"Nothing but-but.and don't ask much. Six o'clock in the afternoon we walk from this office."

Tasya remained silent, only able to look at Anton who was also looking at him with a serious look.

"Good sir."

"Yes, go back to your room."

Inside the room, Anton was alone. He sat down weakly on his chair and rubbed his face agitatedly. Just this time he ventured to invite Tasya to avoid an event. Although the event was related to the office event, but still he felt groggy when ordered Tasya to come along with him. Usually he always invites Riyanti who is his personal secretary. However, he grew tired of Riyanti and he started thinking about getting closer to Tasya, the woman he had loved for months without anyone knowing in the office, if he has feelings for that woman.

Actually there are things that encourage Anton to start venturing closer to Tasya. That is, because Anton just a day did not see Tasya in the office. There is an unusual feeling of worry, until he began to feel afraid of losing the exotic-skinned woman. Anton had already decided, if he should start approaching Tasya, and frankly to the woman, that he had feelings for her.

"You must be my wife." Inner Anton.

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"Yes ma'am, for next week." Banyu said to someone across the street, over the phone.

"Okay sir, we'll give you an example by message. Just tell me, whichever one you want to order."

"Good ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."

"Together sir."

The call also ended. Now Banyu is just silent at his desk while waiting for a message from the parcel maker service for a proposal and wedding delivery that he just contacted.

Dreeett...! Dreeett...!

After a few minutes, Banyu was surprised by the picture messages he had just received from the parcel maker. He quickly opened the message and browsed through the products they offered to Banyu. Banyu pay attention to one by one pruduk and the shape of the parcel. Then he smiled to himself, imagining that he was preparing to propose to Tasya, the idol. As her smile faded, she remembered that she was only helping her sister order the products, proposing to Tasya next week.

"Hhhhh...! Stupidly I want to be ruled by my own sister. And damn, this is for Tasya!" His complaints while massaging his temples that feel dizzy.

"Where's the kid? It's not as usual. What the hell happened to her? Is he under threat...

Suddenly Banyu remembered the figure of Alia, the girl who visited and hugged Putra in the hospital, yesterday afternoon. Then, he tried to remember the girl's face.

"As familiar as you know, but where?"

"Have I ever met him?"

"Air.. hmmmm... Alia..." Banyu frowned and kept trying to remember Alia's figure.

Suddenly he remembered the figure of a little girl who was so agile, ten years old, a few years ago. Yes, he was the son of Anton, a best friend who was his former upperclassman back in high school.

"What's he... Arghhh, it's impossible." Inner Banyu again.

Alia's figure and Alia's intimidating gaze, although it looks soft to the Son, enough to make Banyu so curious about the girl's figure. After all, Banyu was so familiar with Putra, his younger brother who had never known fear while playing with fire with many women. But there was a different feeling this time around in Banyu's glasses. The Son appears to be so submissive to Alia that the Son himself intends to marry Tasya. The attitude that Putra appeared yesterday was so strange, that Banyu also began to connect the incident of the Son who was shocked with the figure of Alia itself.

"Was it because of the girl, until the Son received a moaning?"

"I have to find out. After all, that son of a bitch is my real sister. I don't want him to be wretched. Just yesterday he almost died, not this time. I should know his problem. Why did she just disappear from the hospital, and ask me to prepare for her application? There must be something wrong."

Banyu started typing Alia's name on the internet. He tried to surf in cyberspace, only to find out the figure of the girl who looks dominant to Putra.

"Alias... Alias.. Alia.." Banyu Mumbled.

One by one of thousands of names, began to conical when Banyu type the name of the university where Putra worked. Banyu continued to try to find out, until a photo appeared from the Facebook application. Alia, who Banyu meant, was smiling at the camera.

"I got it!" Banyu shouted as he clenched his left hand.

Banyu pressed Alia's profile from her phone screen. Then came the girl's social media page. Banyu began to find out, unfortunately Alia's social media is quite difficult to find out her personal information. Because Alia is quite protective by hiding personal information and posts.

"Damn..." Banyu Mumbled. Then he got up from his seat and started pacing back and forth in his room.

"I have to go to the university where the Son works," His inner being.