
Ayyara tried to close her eyes, but the drowsiness did not come to her. He then opened the only window in the house, trying to catch the night wind. Her hair was seen dancing because of the wind. He shed tears as he remembered his late mother and father. Then he looked up at the sky and started greeting the partially cloud-covered stars.
"Pa, Ma, you don't have to worry. Even though I'm like this, I'm fine. Keep an eye on me from there yes.I miss you guys so much.." Ayyara prayed inwardly. He wiped the tears with the back of his hand. Again inhale the air of the night before closing the window and back lying on the sofa bed.
Ayyara's parents died exactly 10 days after her marriage to Dafa. The car they were riding in got stuck on the railroad tracks and got hit by a passing train. It happened in a quiet place, so there were no eyewitnesses at the time. Ayyara realized the accident was a lot of awkward, but she gave up completely to the police investigator. but until now the police did not know how their car could be in the middle of the railway until it was hit and killed both. They never really get a clue.
The night was getting late, Ayyara finally managed to fall asleep when it was early morning. After counting the rows of chickens on his head..
"Yeah!!!!" Ayyara was shocked and immediately woke up. He clutched his own body. For a moment he tried to gather his consciousness. Breath hunting.
"Just a dream.." he said.. A very horror dream.
A dream that feels very real. How Gama hugged him that night, still felt until now until carried away into a dream. Even that incident has been a week. Ayyara felt dirty, her feelings unsettled, she felt stained. In her status as a wife, her body was embraced by other men. It slipped her unpleasant feelings.
Huuuff.hh..!!!
Ayyara exhaled her breath trying to get rid of the annoyance that was still lingering in her chest until now. Somehow the morning had to start by remembering the arrogant man. He doesn't even remember his name.
Remembering Gama makes Ayyara not eager to go to the office. Especially after arriving at the office, he still had to meet with Dafa. Her ex-husband looked indifferent when he saw her. Dafa doesn't care about him anymore. And that left pain in the recesses of her heart, even though the marriage happened without any love, but her status as a wife made Ayyara give herself up completely to Dafa.
"Sister Yara, someone's looking" said Nia, one of his employees.
"Who?"
"Come brother, a man, I forgot to ask. Said important. The handsome brother.." explained Nia again with a crybaby.
"Miss Yara, please follow me, Mr. Gama would like to meet you." Arfan was trying to be polite.
"The religion? Who'sis that? I don't know him. Why isn't he here himself anyway? Why should I go there?"
So many questions. Inner Arfan. It seems that dealing with Ayyara is not an easy thing.
"Please Miss..." Arfan took Ayyara back.
Ayyara was forced to follow Arfan's footsteps. They get into the elevator, Arfan sticks a card and then presses the number 28 button.it is the tallest floor in the building. And the elevator that they are riding is currently a lift for the top executives of GD Group. Who exactly are these men? Why did they go upstairs? Reportedly only the top of the GD Group company occupies the 28th floor. And who is Gama?
Many questions were popping up in Ayyara's head, but she simply harbored it without daring to ask the man in front of her directly.
The elevator stops when the button light is on at number 28. Arfan allowed Ayyara to come out and follow him into a super spacious room. For a moment Ayyara was amazed by the interior design in the room. It looks very classy, and expensive of course.
Some famous paintings appear to hang on the walls of the room, adding to the atmosphere that seems luxurious. In the middle of the room there is also a sofa made of teak wood, the carving is very complicated but beautiful, the sofa surrounds a table. And near the glass window, there is a work desk perched majestically. On the table was a signboard that said:
CEO. GAMA MAZIANTARA GD'S.
Behind the table, in the seat of his greatness, sat a Gama Maziantara Gundala, a psychopathic man who likes to hug just any woman when he is drunk. Ayyara widened her eyes.
"You.!" said Ayyara while pointing towards Gama. He had no idea that his dream last night had come true. With reflex he clutched his own body. He still felt disgusted if he remembered the psychopathic foreign man who suddenly hugged him.