Not Struggled (R4)
BDJ 117: SEE YOU AGAIN
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That morning the second residence Radityan—more precisely the residence of Anzar Radityan and the wife of the arrival of roses and peonies which he said amounted to a thousand stalks. From the sender, the flower is known to come from the owner of the name Leasya Annabeth Carrienella Kim. A very popular angel model. Especially in New York, because she has become one of the female fashion roles there. Two types of flowers that represent various symbols, ranging from love, romance, friendship, wealth, prosperity, luck, to the good omen are kept by the servants in front of the house.
Two types of flowers with a variety of eye-catching colors, ranging from red, white, pink, orange, purple, lavender, yellow, black, to burgundy for roses. While the color white, beige, green, light pink, pink, red, mint, blue, and rose red for peony. The colorful flowers add a beautiful impression in front of the house Anzar and Airra.
“For what is this much flower?” comment Anzar. That morning he was getting ready to go to the office, reviewing his daughter's work while he was working. However, he left because of the flowers. “Waste of money only, mubadzir.”
At a glance, the flowers delivered are not ordinary flowers. Except the flowers of the best quality of their kind. Can calculate the price per stalk how many dollars multiplied by a thousand has been found the price.
“But, beautiful, Mas,” said the wife who had embraced a bouquet of burgundy roses. “This rose Holland grade A.”
The Holland rose itself is a type of rose that is single and has large and thick petals. The durability of flowers after being harvested long enough that ranges on average 1 week.
Anzar nodded. His wife was like her late grandmother—Silvia Radityan—who loved the plant with the beautiful petals. Basically most women in the Radityan family do love flowers, ranging from the late Silvia, Arkia, Lunar, down to the next generation, such as Alea, Arrabelle, to Kara, wife of Arsyad.
“Papah has not yet left for work?”
Anzar and Airra turned their heads together when they heard their daughter's voice accompanied by two approaching footsteps.
“This Papah already wants to leave,” Anzar said while commenting on a thin smile. “But, forgot to greet the future grandchildren Papah,” he added.
The princess who this morning appeared to be wearing a dark blue abaya approached her father. Anzar certainly did not waste the opportunity to greet his future grandchildren through a gentle swipe and chant do’a. After finishing the new ritual in the morning, Anzar again opened his voice.
“There was a delivery of flowers from Leasya model Annabeth Carrienella Kim. He's his girlfriend the gray-eyed guy isn't he?”
Alea looked silent. He did not nod in response, as he himself did not understand much about their relationship. “Alea does not know what relationship is established between them, Pah.”
Anzar mangosteen heard it. The western culture where they grew up, made them able to establish relationships so close to men without tying clear relationships. Anzar initially thought Louis and Lea were at least lovers, considering that quite a scandal sounded about their closeness. Louis himself was known as the true Don Juan. Don Juan is different from the playboy title.
Don juan is a term for a man who is good at conquering many women, then having sexual relations with these women. While playboy is a term for men who like to change partners.
“All these flowers shipped by Lea?” ask Lea later.
Anzar and Airra nodded.
“Not that woman is in Indonesia?” chirp Anzar suddenly. “She's in main house, ‘kan?”
As if just aware of the existence of Lea who had lived in the Radityan residence, Anzar tried to find additional answers from his wife and the princess.
“Iya, Lea is in Indonesia,” Alea replied.
“What is this flower sent from this city?” Nathan, who had been standing next to his wife, spoke up.
“Iya. This is the message left behind from the courier.” Airra gave a card to the princess. The greeting card contained the message the flower delivery courier left behind. He said it was a message from sender aka sender.
“Most likely this flower is not from Lea,” Nathan said suddenly.
“Then from whom?” sahut Anzar's. “Can there be someone who has bad intentions through these flowers?”
Neither Airra, Alea, nor Nathan remained silent. Anzar's words have a point, too. What if someone has bad intentions through the flowers?
“What is really this beautiful flower dangerous?” murmuring Airra who still holds a bouquet of burgundy colored flowers.
“Put again, babe!” exclaim Anzar later. “Let me ask someone to investigate these flowers first.”
With a heavy heart, Airra also returned to store the burgundy colored roses.
“Papah don't worry just yet. What if we call the flower depot? In this greeting card there is an address,” proposed Alea.
“True, Pa. We can start finding out through the seller,” added Nathan. Support the wife's advice.
“Good.” Anzar finally agreed. This bright and beautiful morning must be made gamang by the presence of roses and peonies that ‘he said’ from Lea. Actually, no.
“Mas, you should go to the office immediately. It's approaching eight,” said Airra when he saw the clockwork that encircled the husband's wrist.
“Astagfirullah.”
Anzar was small when he realized that he had forgotten his main purpose because of the mysterious flowers that were sent home.
“You go to the office only, Mas. The problem of these flowers we can still handle.”
Although Anzar had initially rejected the proposal, but this morning he had a meeting schedule with the internal part. In addition, there is a mountain of documents that he needs to submit signatures and revisions. In the end, he went to the office that morning. Entrusting the matter of the flowers to his son-in-law for investigation.
After Anzar's departure, Airra also had to go to the law firm where she worked because of a call. After their departure, Nathan immediately contacted the phone number of the flower depot listed on the greeting card. The message stored on the greeting card itself was a congratulation on Alea's first marriage and pregnancy. It's normal, like a greeting card in general. It's just that because the sender is still not clear, so they have to make sure first.
“Mas.”
Nathan, who was waiting for a call to be received by someone on the other side, turned his head when he heard the wife calling. “Iya, Zaujati (my wife). What's up?”
“No need to call, Mas. It seems I know who the sender of the flowers is,” said the wife suddenly. Nathan dropped the phone off his ear.
“You know?”
Alea nodded as she stroked her slender stomach. A place where there are 3 prospective baby who is growing and developing. “Sir Louis.”
“You sure?” ask Nathan. Lie if he is not surprised to hear a name that comes from the lips of his wife.
Alea nodded. From his current position, he could see the flowers that he said were a thousand stalks guarded by some bodyguards. Those innocent pretty flowers should be suspected just for trivial matter.
“Tante Nata just sent us a message. In the message it is said that his son will send a thousand stalks of flowers.”
Nathan approached his wife. The woman dressed syar’I was shown a chat room between her and Nata. Although they had not communicated, the Korean-blooded woman this morning had sent several messages. Just as Anzar was worried about the flowers, Nata thought the same. He was afraid his son still could not fully ‘move on’ from Alea. So, Nata secretly messaged Alea. Afraid the son had a plan behind the flowers he sent.
“What information is trustworthy?”
Alea nodded. “I know Aunt Nata, Mas. He can't lie.”
“Good. Now what do we have to do with those flowers?” Nathan asked as he stroked the surface of his wife's belly covered in cloth.
“Save. It would be a pity if it was thrown away. We can also share it with others.”
“Alright, according to the wishes of Zaujati (my wife),” said Nathan while dropping a kiss on the forehead of the wife.
Today Nathan has plenty of free time at home to accompany his wife, as his parents, especially the mother, have been trying to take a day off for the son. So, he should enjoy the holidays very well.
“Mas.”
“Iya. What was? anything you want, Zaujati (my wife)?”
Alea nodded as she touched the back of her husband's hand that was still resting on the surface of his stomach. “What would you like to accompany me to meet sir Louis.”
Nathan seemed to be frowning. “You sure you want to meet him?”
Once again, Alea nodded. “We must speak so that the remaining problems can be resolved. If there is no good conversation, until anytime this problem will not be finished.”
What his wife said is true. Problems will not be solved if they are simply avoided and ignored.
“If you are sure, I will contact my secretary to contact CEO Anderson's secretary. We'll meet him to finish everything.”
Alea smiled behind the niqob she was using. She is grateful to have a husband like Nathan who can always understand her wishes. Nathan can also kindly give Alea some sense, if what Alea wants cannot be fulfilled.
“Thank you because you can always understand me, zauji (my husband).”
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“Someone wants to meet you, Ann.”
“Who, yes?” ask the owner of Annante Yosemite's name. He seemed busy taking care of some documents, considering he had just worked at this company, a Manhattan-based star-up company.
After struggling to rely on his diploma and work experience, he was finally able to return to work in the company. Although this time he only worked as an ordinary secretariat staff, no longer as a CEO secretary or President Director. Previously he had worked as a Customer Service or CS, but the job turned out to be less suitable for him. Be it sending applications to various companies that are opening recruitment.
Annante's life after coming out of Radityan Cooperation can indeed be said to be difficult. He who used to appear with branded goods began to have difficulty meeting his needs, because his income and expenses were no longer balanced. So it should be harder to find a job that is qualified for it.
“We went to the canteen first, An. You can use the guest room to chat,” said one of his new friends.
Annante smiled as he nodded. After finishing fixing the important items for his work, he immediately rushed to meet someone who was waiting in the living room—room which is commonly used for the waiting room for important guests.
Just as Annante was about to say hello, his voice instantly disappeared as he looked at who was sitting and waiting for him.
“A long time ago we did not see.”
The greeting sounds quite ...friend, for two people who once shared warmth in bed. Then just split up because of each other's selfishness.
“What more do you want from me?” ask Annante to the point. He did not even bother sitting in front of his interlocutor.
“Nothing,” replied the male owner of the gray eyes.
“Then what's your purpose looking for me?”
“We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“Something,” Louis replied. Yes, the man who met Annante was Louis. “I’am sorry.”
“….”
Annante seemed to be in disbelief at what Louis had just said. The presence of that man here was also already like an optical illusion to him. Then, what is this? an apology?
“I came to apologize correctly.”
“For what? besides, the apologies you say won't change anything,” said Annante. “I ... no longer have his trust.”
Louis knew who Annante meant. To gain the trust of someone who has been betrayed is difficult. It takes time to prove too. However, Louis was convinced that someday that time would come for them.
“Sorry to have involved you,” Louis said again. He used to play a lot with women. However, Annante's case this time was different. He has used women who sincerely love him, even willingly stab his own friend. Indirectly it was the reason that made Annante lose Alea's trust. For the misfortune of life that Annante is experiencing at this time, he also feels partake.
“Thank you for loving a troubled man like me. But, I will never be able to reciprocate that feeling.”
“….”
“Not because Alea the reason. If that's what you think,” continued Louis. Although his facial expression was flat, he still tried to control his emotions in order to smoothly express his good intentions. “That woman is Lea. Woman who is pregnant with my baby.”
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