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Dimitri's spirit increased twice as much as it had in the previous days. He could even finish the negotiations quickly and get a satisfactory result. Several meetings he managed to pass without significant obstacles.

"Stop it, ..." Andra muttering.

"What?"

"Smile, stop. You look weird today" said Andra, who was finishing her lunch.

"What's so weird? I'm just happy, you know! Rania's anger has recovered, she even asked me to pick her up yesterday." Dimitri answered.

"Yeah, .. It's up to you." Andra rolled her eyeballs. "It's important not to make people misunderstand."

"meaning?"

"Your strange smile makes others misunderstand."

"Hum?" Dimitri frowned.

"The woman ahead seems to think you're teasing her." Andra glanced at the table in front, where a group of women were having lunch like the two of them.

Dimitri also distracted. And sure enough, some of the women he was ahead were whispering while staring at him. One of them even seemed to send out a signal of temptation.

"Geez!" the man turned around.

"One thing you should know when becoming the leader of Nikolai Group is, you should be able to maintain your attitude. You can't be too friendly to anyone, and you can't be too sweet. Because your attitude like this will cause you to experience two things."

"And what is it?" Dimitri leaned his body towards Andra.

"You'll be easy to take advantage of, then in a trap. Or cause too many people to approach. Either as a friend or an enemy who disguises a friend. So, from now on avoid acting like that." explained Andra.

"I'm just expressing joy." Dimitri muttered softly.

"Express your joy when you're alone" but Andra can hear it clearly.

"Geez!" Dimitri also rolled his eyes.

"Hurry up, are you done? we still have a meeting today, and if we want to go home later in the afternoon we have to finish it from now on." the man got up and got his clothes fixed.

"Okay Om, let's finish today?" Dimitri with his multiplied spirit. He even walked ahead of Andra out of a futuristic-style restaurant on the fourth floor of the most famous tower in the United Arab Emirates.

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"Well, can you?" Mimih stared satisfied with some of the dishes created by Rania that were successfully made by the woman.

"But don't know what it's like." replied Rania, a little unsure.

"Where is it?"

"I think it's good."

"Yes means it's right, Neng."

"Times?" Rania put on a smile.

"Can you? though it was only yesterday in teaching, but it can practice itself. It's just simple cooking, but it's good progress. Tomorrow's gonna make another." Mimih.

"I'm not sure what else Dimitri eats."

"Why indeed?"

"He has the same tongue, his stomach is different from the rest. Where can I eat the food I make, which is full of pepper powder and sprinkled with chili."

The old woman in front of him laughed. "It's not hot."

"So there's less, Mbu."

"Attempts, .. for anything. Start with the smallest."

"Oh yeah, just give up."

"Match, neng."

Rania was silent for a moment.

"Because the household is not our own. It's not about what we like or don't like. But how do we compromise on things we don't like."

"God, ... Ambuu really again."

Mimih smiled too.

"Living together for almost 40 years is not easy. Not without obstacles either. More difficult than happy. Let our son be just his father in Gaza, but because of our difficult circumstances it does not feel easy. Except after Neng's grandfather's cooperation."

"When did you start guarding the villa?"

"If not wrong, after the robbery."

"Buggery?"

"Neng doesn't know, right? your dad didn't tell you?"

Rania shook her head.

"After the incident, the state of the villa was not managed. No one wants to take care of them out of fear. Moreover, his uncle the father was the target of robbers because they did not find valuable items here. Den Angga is also a victim."

"Papa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?"

"Yes hit him, until his head was hurt. And his mother ...

"Why?"

"Don't remember, love being sad when you remember that. Why is this screwdriver even become widened huh?" Mimih chuckled, "The point should be to be able to give each other up and understand. Neng the same Den Dimitri was originally a stranger, so can not just immediately understand each other. And if there's a problem it's better to sit together and talk about it properly. Let them understand each other, and understand each other. Also minimize misunderstandings that you will certainly often experience."

"Don't run away." The two of them simultaneously, then laugh.

"Mom, is it done?" Gaza poked its head through the back door. He decided to wait for the grandmother who came back to deliver the groceries that Rania asked for last night. Once again taught him to process these materials so that they can be eaten.

"Eh, .. there's Gaza!" Rania reacts.

"Where are the kids?" Rania looked out the window.

"They .. have gone home" replied Gaza who was still standing there.

"Let's go in!" take Rania to him.

But the young man was stunned in the doorway.

"We eat together, all of you, how I cook." Rania walked up to him, then pulled the young man into his dining room.

"Reg ...

"Mom too huh? we eat together, because if tomorrow maybe I'll go home." he pushed Gaza until he sat in a chair not far from his grandmother.

"Come home?" Gaza looks.

"Yes. If Dimitri comes home tonight, he'll be picked up here, and I'll be home tomorrow morning." replied Rania.

"Mom think Neng is at home here?" Mimih.

"Anything at home, really good. But time wants to stay here? pity my husband if he has to go back and forth" he said, taking food for two of his guests. Rice, accompanied by fried fish and green vegetables as well as others.

"Maybe not as good as Ambu's cooking, but .. I think it can still be eaten." the woman laughed.

"Sheel, ..." Gaza chewed its food quickly, then gulped down the minun water located not far from it.

"Why?" Rania leaned her body.

"Asin" said Gaza, who again sipped his drinking water until it ran out.

"What?"

"This." point the young man at his green vegetables.

"Oh yeah?" Rania scooped up a spoonful of food and then put it in her mouth.

"Mm. .. really" he said, with his forehead crinkling deeply, chewing the vegetable quickly and then he drank the water too.

"Did you enter the salt twice?" Rania mutters.

"What?"

"So I forgot, have you given salt yet? I don't think so, so I give you salt again. Huh!!" Rania put down her spoon, then grabbed the vegetable bowl.

"Where are you taking it?" Mimih.

"I'm throwing it away, I can't eat it."

"Don't, baby."

"To me mbu assinan."

"It's okay, we just waste the water, we keep eating the vegetables. Look." the woman did what she said. Pour the vegetable sauce in the sink, then take a few tablespoons of the contents for himself. Stir it with rice, then eat it voraciously.

"Neither salty Neng, but the rice is so good." the woman smiled.

Then two young people nearby followed what he was doing. The conversation was back to flowing warmly as usual. They talked about a lot of things accompanied by a very cheerful laugh.

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"Hurry up om!!" Dimitri half-run from the front of the airport to almost reach the departure gate. He didn't want to waste more time going home that afternoon. His soul feels at home even though in fact, his body has not yet entered the private plane of his family.

"Don't hurry, there's a storm in the Indian Ocean." Andra stared at her phone screen as soon as the message notification from their plane pilot came in.

"Why go through the Indian Ocean?" Dimitri's stopping.

"The fastest and safest route."

"Without another route?"

"Old."

"But there's no storm?"

Andra shook her head.

"How many hours does the storm last?"

"Of course, it could be two hours, three hours or longer."

"Compared by another route?"

"Attent." Andra made a phone call, while Dimitri waited impatiently.

"How's it?"

"Slifting southwest would take two hours longer than passing through the Indian Ocean route."

"That means we spend 10 hours a flight until we arrive in Jakarta?"

"Yes, that's how it is." Andra nodded her head.

Dimitri thought for a moment.

"Well, we've chosen a new route." he's almost past the check gate.

"Wait, Dim." Andra pulled him back.

"Wait what else? I need to get home soon. I promised Rania I'd go home as soon as my job was done" Dimitri said.

"But we can't ignore the circumstances. There's a storm, and the weather can't be predicted." Andra explained.

"So om said the new route can be passed with an additional two hours?" Dimitri.

"But the weather can't be predicted, it can change at any time."

Dimitri was silent to think again.

"Don't hurry, did Rania ask you to rush home?"

"Not really."

"Do you know that we don't have to check out from the hotel?" Dimitri grumbling.

"Who checks out? not you?"

The young man snorted violently.

"I told you, don't rush into deciding anything. It can be dangerous if you don't have a calculation." Andra said.

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Two hours later, however, made Dimitri very frustrated. He waited with a restless feeling that had cupped his chest. It makes him unable to stay still for even one second.

"Come, ..." Dimitri mutters.

"Sit down Dim, you're making me dizzy." lamented Andra.

"It's been two hours Om, has the storm still not subsided?"

"Patience, ...

"It must be until when I am ...

"Excuse me sir?" a uniformed man they identified as the pilot arrived.

"Can we fly?" Dimitri enthusiastically.

"It can, but ...

"What are you waiting for then?" Dimitri got up from his seat, then stepped out.

"It's a good step to wait another hour or two" continued the pilot.

"What?" Dimitri stops and then turns the body.

"To make sure the weather is safe."

"Can't!" Dimitri thrust into front of the pilot. "I have to get home!"

"I know sir, but ...

"Now" Dimitri said firmly, then he turned around and continued his steps to the place where their plane was.

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Rania came down the stairs in a hurry when she saw her husband's black Mecedes Benz Maybach s600 Pullman entering the villa grounds in the morning. After midnight, he could not close his eyes when he suddenly felt restless without knowing why. And his mind can't escape the man what else his cell phone number can't he call.

But this morning it seemed as if his anxiety would soon be cured when the man arrived after waiting for him for most of the night.

"For the very first time you came? what time is it? not rest yet what?" the woman welcomed Dimitri. But her forehead creased in when she found not her husband who was behind the wheel.

Galang turned off the engine of the car he was driving from Jakarta. After getting a direct order from Satria to pick up Rania. He was silent for a moment looking at his friend who was standing on the terrace, who was also looking at him with a look of wonder.

I don't know, what should she say if Rania asks why she came and not Dimitri. Where does he start to explain it?

Ah, ... Why do I have to? inner monologue.

"Lang?" Rania called.

The young man decided to go down.

"Where are you from? how'd it use Dimitri's car? you go to my house first? Dimitri told you to?" Rania answered him with many questions.

"I ..."

"Kok can he tell you to pick me up? are you officially working?" ask Rania again.

"us ...

"It's just that diem over there anyway? want to go in first, right? my travel bag is still on top."

"Just a travel bag?" Finally he spoke.

"Yes." Yeah."

The young man exhaled slowly.

"I was told to pick you up, and I had to take you straight back to Jakarta" he said, and he tried to stay calm.

"Well, today I want to go home, said Dimitri to pick me up. Wait all night for you to come?"

"Have you seen Tivi this morning?" The barge approached. He was prepared for the worst.

"Not yet."

"So haven't seen the news?"

"Not yet." Rania shook her head.

"Online news on hape?"

"I haven't checked the phone after midnight last night when Dimitri's phone number wasn't active."

Galang gulped his saliva with great difficulty.

"Yes, we go home now" said he, who immediately entered the villa without permission. He walked quickly to the top floor and took the intended travel bag. Also took a cell phone and some things she memorized as Rania's and put them in the bag.

"Quick Ran." Half jumped from the stairs.

"Hurry up, where are you going?" Rania is still amazed by the attitude of her best friend.

"I'll be told to pick you up, and this is my first assignment." replied Galang then while pulling Rania back to the terrace.

"Yes know, but your attitude seems like there is an emergency. Very rowdy?" the woman laughed.

Galang was stunned and he looked up towards Rania.

"What?"

"Miss!" Hamdan arrived with his wife.

Galang quickly responded, what else when he saw the worried look of the old couple, he knew they also knew what happened. The young man shook his head, gesturing for them to keep their mouths shut. And both understand.

"Neng is coming home?" Hamdan asked.

"Yes, it's been picked up" replied Rania who pointed at her best friend.

"Good then."

Rania was again stunned to notice the attitude of the three people in front of her who looked a little suspicious.

"You guys why the hell? how does it feel like something's weird?" the woman said.

Hamdan almost opened his mouth when Galang deliberately preceded him.

"We must hurry Ran, Satria sir wait."

"Oh, .. okay, if so I say yes? greetings to Gaza with children." Rania according.

Hamdan nodded his head.

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The journey has been quiet since they left the villa. What else when the car has entered the highway. Galang spurred the four-wheeled engine as fast as he could to arrive at the destination soon.

While Rania only daydreamed and noticed the attitude of her best friend who was other than usual. Galang even refused to speak on the grounds of concentration on their journey to get there quickly, and all Rania could do was obey.

Until finally after two boring hours they came out of the toll and arrived at the road that Rania memorized. The road that he and Dimitri often pass when heading to the residence of Satria and Sofia, his in-laws.

"Why come here? is my house far away?" Rania can't help but protest.

But Galang still did not answer.

"Lang?"

They arrived in front of the gate that immediately opened, and it seemed from a distance that there were several cars and men who had neatly looked on guard.

"What the hell is this, tumben?"

Angga was seen coming out of the house, and immediately approached his daughter who had just arrived.

"Papa?"

"Hey, .. are we in?"

"Cock papa here? why?"

"Go in first, huh? we're talking inside." Angga embraced his shoulders, and herded him into the house, where everyone had gathered.

Satria stayed in the main seat, along with Sofia whose face was red with puffy eyes. Vivian is also with her youngest child who is clinging to her in a hug. Arfan and Dygta and Amara were there too, while the Maharani looked at him with a sad look.

"Lho, Dimitri and Om Andra haven't come home yet? I thought I was?" Rania.

"Come, son." Satria patted the empty spot between herself and Sofia.

Rania complied, approached her two in-laws, then sat down at the designated spot.

"How are you doing?" asked the man in a slightly weak voice.

"healthy." Rania looked at her in-laws face in turn.

"How are you?" Sofia asked as well.

"Good."

"Thank God."

"What the hell is this gathering like?" Rania looked around the family room that looked full.

"You can't be ugly, can you? everything's gonna be fine. We're working our best." Satria felt his throat as blocked.

"Why?" Rania frowned.

"Dimitri must be fine, we're sure of it so you ...

"Dimitry?" the woman parroted. "Why Dimitri?"

Satria.

"Papa?" Rania to her father.

"It's okay, everyone is trying ...

"What effort?" the frown on his forehead deepened as he began to realize something.

"Did something happen?" ask her later.

"Nothing, remember your content" said Angga.

"Is ... did something happen?" Rania repeated the question.

The atmosphere returned to silence, in addition to the sobbing of the women who could not resist crying. Especially Sofia.

"Prophey, baby. Don't freak. Mama's sure Dimitri's fine."

"What's? what's all right? why Dimitri?"

Tears continued to flow from Sofia's netra, she was powerless if she had to say it, because it seemed that the son-in-law had not known the heartbreaking incident they were told about that morning.

"Dimitry ...

"Why Ma? not home yet or what? I don't know you like this?"

"Dimitry ...

"The plane lost contact last night" Angga suddenly said.

"What?" Rania reacts. He looked at the face of the father who also looked sad.

"The last signal was detected in the Java sea, after which they disappeared" continued the father, who then fell to his knees before his frozen daughter, then she took the woman's hand with all the sadness she felt.

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