My Lovely MUA
32.
Nevan tried to concentrate fully this morning. Putting aside her explosive feelings. He was still dizzy handling complicated clients, his phone suddenly rang, his secretary called.
“Ya, hello.”
“Good morning, Mr. Nevan. There's a new agenda next week, there's an important client from Jogja. The file will be sent in a moment.”
“Good, I wait.”
Nevan squeaks his head. This law firm is very famous, do not forget they handle big cases serving clients with the largest number of transactions in Indonesia. All lawyers in Nevan's office are the best graduates majoring in law at prestigious universities in Indonesia. The pay ? Don't ask me again, dollar!
Crews!
The sound of his office door being opened was forcibly, by his father. It had been days since his last fight at his residence, Xaquil had only met Nevan in his office.
The middle-aged man threw his body at the guest chair. Looking coldly at his son. Meanwhile, Nevan is still busy with a stack of files that he is still learning.
“We rearrange your marriage with Isyana as soon as possible,” he said suddenly.
Nevan's head almost exploded. Already more work, now plus the attitude of his parents who ngeyel. Nevan is still not piling, he is getting drowned with a pile of paper in front of him now.
Xaquil. Glancing at Nevan who still remains indifferent.
“You wongerin papa no?!” tanyanya, with a slightly elevated tone.
Nevan snorted, putting the sheets back on his desk. His father always wanted his children to obey him. However, never once did his father understand the feelings of his three children.
“At least I never liked, loved or was with Isyana,” Nevan said, flat.
Xaquil folded both hands on his chest, his breathing roaring. “Tell me, what you want ?”
“I just want to work. And please go, Pa.”
Xaquil's eyes widened, unexpectedly his son dared to chase him away blatantly. He cursed and swore, when Andreas returned to his country, he would change Nevan's position with him.
“Why ? Are you swearing at me in your heart?!” insinuations Nevan, cold. The language was a little formal when talking to his father.
Xaquil shook his head, Nevan even knew the contents in his head. “Tonight, please take the time to go home. Your mother miss.”
Nevan while screeching, “Ok, but no promises.” Short and clear Nevan is back on the files he will be studying for his maiden trial tomorrow. “One more time, don't invite anyone tonight.”
Xaquil grumbled as he stood up and disappeared from Nevan's office.
After his father died, Nevan rested his body on his seat of greatness. It's hypocritical if he doesn't miss his mother, even though they often don't get along. But, Nevan loves her mother, Mecca.
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“Mama Denger, if her mother Nena dies, Na ?” ask Aisha who has been picked up by Briana. They are now on their way home.
Briana nodded, “Iya, done. Poor.” Briana focused on seeing the road because she was driving. His mind is back on the line. Afraid, after this surely his mother will be more chatty about the problem of a mate. There's no way Aisha didn't hear the real news.
A few minutes later, they arrived home. Aisha immediately cleans up. While Steven checked out some of his favorite plants. “Na! These papah flowers are not you siramin yes?” decak Steven, disappointed.
Briana patted jidat, “Idih what the hell, Pah. Where is Briana, people come home late in the afternoon.”
“Ya malem in siramin can, girls really do not want to take care of plants,” complained Steven at length. The paper was the least it could be if one of the plants died, or withered. Automatically Aisha and Briana are hit by scolding. In fact, Steven is an irritable husband. But, it cannot be if the plant dies.
“New not watered two days only, Pah.”
“If you marry, nih papa kasih orchid to be displayed on your porch,” ledek, Steven.
Briana's steps then came to a halt, her forehead frowning in wonder. What other paper ? “Pah, are you Ok ?” ledek Briana, wonder mixed in confusion.
Ever since I got a client this morning, I made Briana parno. Afraid that Briana would be forced to marry the chosen man of her father and mother.
“Ngak!” briana shouted, hysterical. Then ran into the house.
“Why, Na ?” asked Steven, astonished. He scratched his non-itchy nape.
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Briana almost choked on her own food. Coughing.
“Drink first, Na. Sorry,” said Aisha felt bad for her daughter. He quickly thrust a glass filled with water for Briana.
Steven nudged Aisha's arm and gave a code through an eye.
“Mamah, how do you know next week I'm going to Jogja ?”
Briana tried to glance at Steven, who pretended to be busy looking down at the plate. It just so happened that Briana was sitting opposite her papa. “What is this plan papah sama mamah ?”
Steven looked up. “Lagian, later you have a job makeup-in people there.”
Briana. Why the papa was not honest from the beginning if it was a ticket not for holiday pyur, but because of the job. Briana nodded in displeasure. Aisha then tries to straighten out, “So, this is your papa friend happens to need MUA. There was a party he said. Since mama there are jobs to Bali. So, mama thought you were all at Jogja itung-itung holiday.”
“Mah, mamah not tired ?” Briana tried to divert the conversation.
Aisha shakes her head not understanding. “Capek why ?”
Briana took a deep breath. “Yes that, work here and there.”
Steven cleared his throat, “Finally, you're sensitive too. Your mama is not like it first, yes even though his hands are still reliable anyway.”
Briana then looked at Aisha. Yes, his father said, it's time for Briana to retire. Yes, even though he is not too old. However, Briana was a little worried that it would interfere with her performance.
Aisha smiled awkwardly. Briana is still frozen. Drowning in his own mind. The girl is in a dilemma. Did he give up the pure work he wanted without social climbing to his mother ? In fact, Briana is very anti pansos. He wants to be famous through his own path, without Aisha's shadow. But sometimes our desires are not in line with what we expect.
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“So, your quarry would like to say what ?” asked Nevan who hurried back to the apartment for information from Mario.
Mario began to explain. A few days ago he went to Reno's house. Coincidentally his papa just arrived from Jogja. Inadvertently, Mario hears that Reno will be disguised with the daughter of his friend who used to live in Jogja. Usut had a mouthwash, the girl worked with her mother and her mother was a famous MUA. Mario guessed, that it was Briana. Because Reno looks so happy. He had guessed.
“You mean the girl you mean is Briana?!” ask Nevan, don't believe it.
Mario curious, “Dulu Briana sempet stay in Jogja not ?”
Nevan was suddenly dizzy. When school, Briana had wanted to go to Jogja. Missed the house there, he said. Nevan thinks Briana's just kidding. But, actually. He was too busy punishing and blaming her every day.
“Nyesel me!” Nevan stress, frustration. Depresorts! Wrong with depression.
Mario tried to calm down. “Van, patience. Don't act rashly. We don't know if Briana's real girl isn't.”
Nevan breathed deeply. Trying to be patient, no longer wearing muscles or sneaky ways like before. He himself was also surprised, first how could he beat people to death. Just out of annoyance blind jealousy towards Briana. But now he is trying to be an adult.
“Inget, Van. Lo do not kayak first,” said Mario, trying to advise a little.
“Gue. If I like it first again, Briana will definitely hate me more,” timpal Nevan, feeling helpless.
“Better we monitor aja, bro. Can you be patient, right?”
Mario knows his best friend used to be able to act as he pleased. Everything is in his control. If it's already raging, get ready to get a deadly blow from Nevan. I hope Nevan has changed.
After Mario breaks up, Nevan hastily searches for his flat object. Trying to contact the girl who for a few months, this several years of error filled her head.
“Bri, haven't slept ?” tanyanya, iamnya.
“You sleep, what's up ?” briana replied, flat. Try as flat as possible.
Nevan. His lips suddenly stiffened. For a long time he was talking alone.
“Van ?” call Briana from across the phone, break Nevan's daydream.
“Kalo gitu, good night, Briana,” short clear and solid.
“Still,” Briana replied also no less short.
Elsewhere, Briana tried to neutralize her heartbeat. His face was slightly red because he got a good night from Nevan. But, there was another unpleasant feeling in his heart.