ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Complicated

That afternoon Steven was busy with files piling up on his desk. The incident that befell his daughter, put some work on hold. Not to mention the problem of the construction of the Fikriya Hotel previously designed by Michael. Steven had to really learn the concept his best friend created a few years ago.

After a long time, Steven can realize the design of his best friend. Yes, his best friend was the real father of the daughter he had raised all this time. After the departure of his adoptive daughter's parents, Steven also gets a mandate to manage the company that has been named for Shafa, the real name of Clara.

To avoid negative speculation from the public, Steven changed the name Shafa following his name to Clara Stevani Olivia.

Zahra group company is also hidden behind Haidar group. Because after all there are parties who are trying to seize the Zahra group. So Steven has to disguise his whereabouts.

Once Clara grows up she will restore the identity of her adopted daughter. All the assets that her parents left behind.

"How's the hotel building?" ask Steven to his private secretary. His view is still focused on the paper in front of him.Tanganya busy turning back every sheet of files that he must learn.

"Just started the early stages of Stev. The concept created by Michael seemed to be quite complicated. The contractor also had trouble understanding it. Only Fachri can count on the construction of this hotel." Terang Andi's. He put the results of the development report on Steven's desk.

Now the man is sitting in the chair in front of Steven's desk. He leaned back while breathing a long breath.

For a moment Steven stopped his activities and looked at his best friend who also served as a private secretary. "Fachri is currently focusing on Clara's health. You know that only Fachri can calm Clara down right now."

Andi seemed to think hard, if Fachri did not have enough time to help the process of building this project. There must be someone who can work with Fachri, to keep the project going and Fachri does not need to leave Clara for too long.

"What if we ask Mr. Adhitama for help?" andi Proposal.

"May consider. The company is also engaged in the same field as us. You take care of the meeting with Mr. Adhitama."

Steven's hand held the file again.

Andi moved from her sitting position. He put both his arms on the table. There's something he wants to say. "How about Clara you get involved in this?"

Steven frowned. Then releasing the faithful glasses helps read every important file of his office. "You mean?"

"Have Fachri invite Clara to accompany him. Count to get Clara's mind diverted from her burden now. All of them Clara can also learn to enter the business world. After all, he also had to take control of the company of his late father." Andi gave advice.

Steven played the pen in his hand while thinking. It might be good, too, Andi suggested. Clara will not dissolve in her bad memories if she is busy with Fachri.

"For Clara is very talented. When I taught him first. He was quick to respond, although he did not seem interested in the business world. Because at that time Clara was still in her labile period. Along with Fachri's presence, I'm sure Clara will try to understand her father's world."

"Well, I'll talk to Fachri."

"OKs. Now I'll call Mr. Adhitama. Hopefully it goes according to plan." said Andi who then came out of Steven's room.

Just as Andi was about to open the door, Steven called out to her again.

"Oh yeah An. I forgot the problem of the people involved in the diclub incident how?" Steven asked seriously.

Andi walked back to Steven. Company problems had made Andi forget to report the results of his investigation about the people involved in the diclub incident.

"Everything's sorted out Stev. The club has been closed and their families have borne the consequences of their own mistakes. But about Aldi, it turns out he is the son of Olivia's best friend during High School. I'll send you the data after this."

Steven just kept quiet, then hinted with his hand to let Andi out of the room.

Steven thought again. Who was Olivia's best friend during High School that Andi meant?

Not long after that, an email came in.

Steven read it carefully. His attention was drawn to Aldi's data. He was the son of Sarah. That name is no stranger to Steven. Moreover, it was his wife's friend.

Steven plans to invite Andi to come to Sarah's residence. He wanted to make sure of himself about Sarah.

***

Fachri was sitting on Clara's couch, holding her laptop. His sturdy fingers deftly typed out what his brain said.

He wants to finish college soon. To be able to focus on working and also focus on Clara.

Meanwhile, Clara was fast asleep after taking the medicine. His face still leaves a laceration. His soul is fragile. If there wasn't any Fachri somehow that girl right now.

The atmosphere of silence was created there. Only the sound of the keybord became the tone of the moment.

But the atmosphere became tense as Clara woke up shouting. A little cold sweat soaked her pretty bangs. He sat down with a loud breath.

Fachri immediately approached his wife, after reflex threw his laptop on the couch.

He immediately buried Clara's face in his arms. "You're Ra's nightmare?" Fachri gently rubbed his wife's hair. Channeling a calm.

Clara herself simply replied with a small nod. The shadow of events with Aldi seemed to imprint his mind.

Fachri grabbed a drinking glass that was located right next to him. "Sum up first to be calmer."

Clara received a glass from Fachri and drank it.

"Now you sleep again Ra." said Fachri by rubbing Clara's hair.

But Clara nodded. "Do you need anything?" Clara shook her head again.

"Keep what do you want? Do I want to sleep?" Now Clara stared intently at Fachri in surprise.

Fachri even chuckled amusedly. "You don't think weird yet." Fachri moved and took the thing he had thrown. Continue with his busyness.

Clara still watches Fachri. From the hospital, he was very different from what he was. Is it because it is halal?

Clara moved out of her bed. Sit down next to Fachri. She only looked at the man who was now her husband with an indecipherable look.

"Why look at me like that? Do I look weird?" Fachri asked without looking at his wife.

"No idea" Clara replied. Then he took his phone.

"Where are you going?" fachri asked as Clara was about to open the door.

"I'm bored in my room. I want to get some fresh air downstairs." Clara continued her steps.

There the girl went to the back garden and sat in the weaving. Fachri himself chose to stay inside. He could watch Clara from the translucent glass wall. The lounge is designed to enjoy the view from the inside.

Randi who was sitting in the back of the kitchen headed towards Clara who was across the street. He just needs to circle the pool to get to Clara.

"Only by myself. Where's husband?" Sandy sat in front of Clara. He looked back and waved at Fachri who seemed to be watching them.

Clara's still engrossed in her hand."Paan the hell Lo?"

"Usually if Non fun here must again chat an the same Samuel."

"Sotoy Lo."

"According to habits. Inget Non has a husband." said Randi reminded.

"Yes inget. I was just a regular conversation. He also has Anin." Clara's Refutation.

Randi swung the swing rather hard. Making Clara look her eyes at Randi."You intentionally?"

"Numbers. . .!"

Unexpectedly Fachri stepped towards them. He sat next to Clara.

"Jealous you Ri?" ask Randi.

"No." answered Fachri briefly.

"Not wrong anymore"

Fachri kicked Randi slowly. "Nothing has been playing kick is you Ri.

"Sorry Rand. My feet are khilaf."

Clara smiled at her husband who was beginning to break out of his humor. Without anyone noticing Clara secretly pointing her phone camera at Fachri.

"Non Clara why are you smiling? It's as beautiful as it is."

"Smiling at Rand worship. Fachri said that." Clara looked at the man beside her.

"Origin don't overdo it Non, it will be crazy for a long time."

"If there was a Fachri I wouldn't go crazy" Clara said.

Fachri who was beside him turned his head. His hand even rattled Clara's bangs with a smile.

"Your dech habit Fachri. This is also your work." Clara pretended to be a manyun while tidying up her bangs again. "Eh Rand's. Play guess again yuk. . . !" clara said later.

"Okay, a boy Non. Play guess." Randi.

"I think yesterday when I was sleeping in the hospital someone wanted to play a game of guesses. And cry as well." Clara satirized the person in front of her while smiling ignorantly. "Who is Ri?" Clara pretended to ask Fachri.

"Tuch the Fachri was also crying. Non Clara really makes us all afraid." said Randi.

"Yes sorry. . .!" clara's voice sounded soft. Her tears almost came out. As much as possible, it looks strong. Although in fact he became fragile after the incident that caused him to lose the most valuable thing in him. "Come dong Rand. Love me a guess." Clara shifted her own feelings. Want to hide the weakness of his soul now.

"I don't think about Non's guess anymore. Tuch Fachri just ask for a guess." Randi pointed towards Fachri.

"Do you really want me to make a guess?"

"Yes Ri. What is important is guess. Anything is possible." said Clara.

"Yes already. What aja yes. Listen. . . !" Fachri gave a pause so that Clara and Randi could pay close attention to the guesses he would give.

"Something is there but it does not seem to be visible. Also intangible. When something is revealed it does not exist. If it is not revealed something will remain."

Fachri had finished uttering his guess. He folded his arms under his chest, watching Clara and Randi throwing glances at each other.

"What's Rand?" Clara throws a question at Randi.

"Non doesn't know much less I'm not."

"Let's go you guys can. It's a child's guess"

"Just have the little boy answer." cried Clara.

"There are no children here, there are you." Fachri is leaving. Makes Randi and Clara curious not to get an answer from Fachri.

"Don't go you Ri. . .!" Shouted Randi.

"You think about the answer first." Fachri was a bit far away.

Randi switched again to Clara. "Next night Non-rayu Fachri will be given the answer."

"Crazy Lo Rand." Then Clara left too.

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