Husband For Keara
Not Ready to Lose

🌹 Harris Office

Harris sat back at his desk after performing his prayers. He drowned on his laptop screen. To finish the endless work.

It's eight o'clock at night. The tiredness exists. He's not a robot programmed for workaholism. But the demands of doing everything to the fullest with maximum results have always been Harris' priority.

The door of his room was knocked twice. Then Aswin walked into Harris's study.

"Sir Harris, I've confirmed with Mr. Chen. He wants the next meeting to be held here." reported Aswin once he was standing right in front of his superiors.

"When?" ask Harris briefly.

"Next week, sir.. But the exact time has not been told. Tomorrow will be confirmed."

"OKAY. Anything else?"

"About Juna, sir.. He is a prisoner of polrestabes. But I heard his parents hired a famous lawyer who has been famous wara wiri on tv."

"No problem. I will also hire a lawyer for the victim. We have solid evidence." Harris said.

Of course he won't solve this problem. Juna's son is. Of course, his parents will intervene to free his son, no matter what. Harris will not remain silent. He will punish the man who killed his best friend.

"Sir, the annual achievement evaluation report is complete. I'll email you tomorrow morning?"

"Email is now.. Then you can go home."

"The boss isn't coming home? It's almost nine o'clock in the evening." Aswin said.

"I'll be later. Are you still in the office and don't want to go home?" ask Harris cynically.

"No Boss.. I'll let you go home." Aswin nodded later. Hardly ever did Harris tell him to come home first. This is a rare opportunity that should not be missed.

"Yes already. You're the same Tiara go home." Harris ordered. "Before you go home, email your report first."

"Good, sir."

After Aswin died, Harris again concentrated on the files stored on his laptop hard drive. Sinking back like his routine all along. Over the years he went on to build his business empire.

The night is getting late. Not only his body, but his mind and soul were already very tired. It was ten o'clock in the evening and he was still not interested in returning home. No one was waiting for him to come home. There was nothing he was looking for and wanted to see at home.

He checked his personal cell phone. There was no chat notification from the person he was waiting for. From the chatty girl who always made him miss. Chat, phone, and video call like an oasis cools the soul.

Especially in the last few months. There was a girl who made her day more colorful. Cheerful and fun compared to getting customer ratings that increase the popularity of e-commerce.

Make his days no longer black and white. But there are many colors that can make him forget himself. Forgetting the past and its solitude.

Harris started massaging the base of his nose. How sorry he had allowed Keara to find out for herself about her papa. Harris is naive. You might even say too confident. How could he hope that Keara would accept him for who he is?

His past is too dark. It was so deep in the wounds that he chose to freeze his heart. To keep his wounds untouched. To be forgotten forever.

Only Rizky knows the dark story. Only his best friend is the place to complain other than to his Lord. Rizky kept her promise to keep what should have been sealed. Even until his death to pick him up. Mother, family, even Keara never a little Rizky divulge the secret to the people closest to him though.

Harris has been getting reports from Mr. Diman. His trusted driver, who had worked with him for more than five years, called at twelve this afternoon. If Keara and her mother had arrived home. Safely without anything less.

Their last communication was only this morning. When Keara gave a blanket to her who was asleep in the waiting chair. Harris gave him a new cell phone. And let him find out about his papa.

"Mas, take a picture of me using HP mas Harris." said Keara this morning. While they were still talking in the waiting chair in front of Keara's room. Harris smiled as he complied with Keara's willingness to take a photo of the beautiful girl and immediately show the results.

"Hehee. here borrow.." Keara tinkers at Harris's phone. Shortly afterwards returned the phone saying,

"Yes my.. It turns out very different photos on expensive phone..." He chuckled with a radiant face.

"Look at me, just using a filter, bruising on my cheek does not look like.. Very cool... This is not hard to make up, yaan...?"

Harris smiled to himself considering how happy he had never been from his days since he was close to Keara. Harris opened his phone. Looking at the photo of Keara taken from her phone this morning. He could not deny the beauty of this beloved girl. Until his smile continued to look at his picture.

Now, did Keara no longer contact her because she was already looking for news about her biological father? Does he know anything about his father?

Alfariz Risjad's.

The figure of the first man who became a valuable lesson for Harris. He who really does not want to have a derivative of his nature, his own biological father.

A father who is far from being a role model. Exemplary example. All those predicates seemed to be rumbled without a trace. It leaves only the blood flowing in the body. That makes clear the connection between them as father and son. And don't forget the deep trauma and endless suffering for Harris.

'Can I call it the end now? Has Keara decided to leave me after reading a lot of articles scattered on the internet about papa? If you did, I wouldn't blame you, K.. My past is not an easy thing to understand. Let alone accepted.' Harris' monologue in heart.

"But does it have to be this fast? I'm not ready, K.. I'm not ready to lose any more in this short time together. Do I still deserve a lovely farewell, K? An ending I can remember as a happy farewell. Huhh.. Where is there anything like that? Imagining no more sounds of your nagging, is tantamount to a nightmare.'

Harris walked towards the long sofa in his study. Put yourself in there. His tired brain and soul kept demanding him to rest. The late night makes the net heavy. Little by little it began to break. And his consciousness is declining. Slowly but surely, Harris began to fall asleep in a dream.

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🌹 Harris Pov's

"Mas.. Mas Harris's... Mommy..."

A sweet voice that I longed for approached my eardrum. As if she knew that I really needed her voice as my running solder. Gently calling my name.

"Mas.. Mas Harriis's.. Awake, mas..."

Thank you, God.. You sent him even in a dream.

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