All About You
Advancement

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"How are you doing today, baby?" Dygta welcomed her husband who had climbed into their bed, after the man had come home late, as usual.

"You know for yourself, I still come home late, and work is still very much, as usual" replied Arfan who was laying down his body beside Dygta.

"Dimitri still no progress?" the woman poked her head against the chest of her husband's field.

Arfan shook his head.

"He actually has potential, but I don't know what makes him not want to stand out. Though he knew that he would one day lead your company, but it seems Dimitri wasn't too excited about it."

"He's not serious, is he?"

"I see so, he still enjoys playing around, and ignores all the schedules Clarra gives him. Cause this one day everyone upstairs is busier than usual."

"Hm...

"Dimitri is still too busy with his world."

"But you know about this?"

"Of course your papa knows, all the things she must know. He'll never let go of his kids."

"Then why does papi seem to let Dimitri just like that? you even said she likes to play girls?"

"That's how...

"Why did Papi stay silent? he's really far from papi."

"Let's know, it looks like your papa has a plan of his own by letting Dimitri do what he wants."

"It's weird, open typical papi."

"It seems like my retirement still has to be pushed back" Arfan said in a disappointed tone.

"It's okay Papa, be patient." Dygta rubbed her husband's chest.

"But I'm tired like this. I want to enjoy my time with you, there are so many things I missed. The growth of the children was not noticed. I even realized that Ara was that big."

"Do I better go forward? you quit, and I'm replacing you?"

"What's? no, no need. You better stay home with the kids. See, the children are more obedient to you than to me, and they are better at your care."

"Hmm.. okay. I thought I'd better get to work, while Dimitri wasn't reliable."

"Don't baby, it looks like I can still survive a few more years."

"You sure?"

"Related."

"Alright then." the woman had just pulled her blanket when both Arfan's horns slipped behind her nightgown.

"Darling, you said you were tired?" Dygta held back the movements of her husband's hands that began to venture out in all directions.

"There's left, I want to spend it all." Arfan smiled as he blinked one eye.

"Ish, ..you... " Dygt smiled meaningfully, and he wrestled spoiled to Arfan. Immediately pull him to do activities that are always a pleasure for both of them at every opportunity.

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Sofia patted her husband's arm as their son came down early in the morning with a neat, uncharacteristic appearance. He came home late last night and was half conscious.

"Are you okay, baby?" Sofia tried asking.

"Yes Mama, I'm okay." Dimitri answered him followed by the sweetest smile he gave that morning.

"Ah, ... how handsome my son is. Where have you been last night?" he started asking.

"Meet SD ma's friends. It's just gonna hang out for a minute."

"Oh, .. SD friends... " Sofia nodded her head. "Male, or female?"

"Mam's man."

"Hm...

"Where's your job, son? is there a problem?" Satria interrupted the conversation.

"Lumayan. A little dizzy."

"Where is it more dizzy? work or drink at the club with your friends?"

"Again," the young man laughed, "But the work is more dizzy, because it does not stop. Once it's done there again, there's more. So onward."

"But useful. Nothing like drinks and parties that can ruin you Dim." the father replied.

"Yes, too." the young man laughed.

You don't know, I'm trying to forget that girl, but I can't. He just kept going around in circles in my head. And this is what it's like to torture Dimitri's inner self.

"Okay Mom, I gotta go." Dimitri finished his breakfast.

"Yeah, .. My job is a lot Mom. Om Arfan will beat me up if I'm late. Today there are a lot of documents that I have to learn." he got up.

"Darling, has Om Arfan always been so to you?"

"What?"

"Hit you if you make a mistake?"

"Honey, you know it's just a term." said Satria.

"Ish, .. I feel like he really did it. Just watch if he hits my son, I'll have Dygta and his kids come home."

"You know he's not." Satria glanced at her son, and she beckoned him to leave immediately.

"OK, I'm leaving." the young man kissed his mother's cheek and the back of her father's hand, then left their residence.

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"For Cla, morning Om, .." The young man greeted the three men who were talking at the desk of the secretary, and then unceremoniously entered his own room.

The three just stared in wonder without answering his greeting.

"Will there be a storm?" Arfan murmuring.

"Oh, maybe." Clarra answered.

"I suspect, there will soon be a natural disaster sir, the signs are very clear." they stared at the tightly closed door of the room.

They looked at each other, then laughed.

"It's good, but why does it feel weird?" clarra.

"Hmm. That changing habit is weird."

"But good, right? there's a little progress. At least he didn't come late anymore." they laughed again.

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"He's practicing sir." Andra peeked out of the opening of the door a little, as she was about to enter Dimitri's room. Where the young man was pacing near the window with documents in his hand that he occasionally read.

Dimitri seemed to be memorizing. Every now and then he stopped, and stood staring out. Then he seemed to think, and in the next second sometimes he laughed to himself while shaking his head or patting his forehead using documents in his hand.

"Did my blow the other day affect his head huh?" Arfan took a peek inside.

"It can be."

"Huh, ... The effect also turns out yes?" the man chuckled.

"Do we need to get her to a board meeting?" Andra looked at her superior.

"I don't think it's necessary. Let him practice until he's done. We'll see the results later."

"All right, ...

"Oh yeah, how's the development on the circuit? is there progress?" they walk in tandem.

"There sir. Tried yesterday morning Rania occupied the top ten. And in the race later in the afternoon he will start in eighth. And that's good."

"Good as well, boy? he's got talent."

"Right sir, his father's talent is stronger than his mother's." Andra chuckled, imagining the cute little girl now turning into a fierce girl on the cross. He will never forget how the crybaby of Rania as a child who always attached to Angga.

His best friend even had to carry him all day as long as Maharani finished college from noon to afternoon, because Rania did not want to be entrusted to others.

There was even one time where Angga was fixing cars in the workshop with Rania he was carrying in the back. No wonder the girl was so close to her father, because whatever she did was always with her daughter. And all that was in the man declined to him, including his skill in riding iron horses, which even girls of his age could rarely afford. And the bars seem to be dropping too.

Andra shuddered at once when she remembered her friend's behavior as a young man, who often struggled to change bedmates. In his mind, was Rania like that as well?

Oh, baby if he is, but hopefully not. As well as netizens who hope Rania so.

"What are you thinking?" Arfan caught his subordinates daydreaming.

"Rania...

"Cih, .. thinking of abege's son, remember your wife's son at home." said Arfan who then walked ahead of Andra in the meeting room on the lower floor.

"So, she didn't realize she was married to abege?" the man nodded slowly.

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Seriate...

so what's the point? 🤭🤭

ah, ... so miss Om Arfan young time 😂😂