Cold sweat, holding me deep, confined between the darkroom. My hands trembled as if I couldn't hold it in. I was locked away from the naughty replies of ruthless men.
"Aaaaa!!!" I shouted deeply.
My body slammed against it, eyes wide open, and in front of the ceiling of the room. My sweating self turned out to be just a dream.
My previously pale face now began to dim.
I shook my head, afraid that something disgusting would happen. The worst mobsters ever, they're my father's partners.
Really! I hated my dad so much and almost hit his shadow in the face.
'Why did my dad almost prostitute me?' I grumbled inwardly sweep away all the memories that had passed.
If only I'm unlucky at that time, maybe I would be a cheap woman and just ready to serve anyone.
My future is gone, and not be returning by time.
Luckily, great people are around me, including my best friend—Dilan.
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The steps of my work shoes enliven the office floor. A few of them walked around the room. The busyness has started, is getting more and more attention.
I arrived at my desk. Suddenly my hand was pulled by something.
"Why is it taking so long?! Come on, come with me into the meeting room," said my best friend--Arga, the best cameraman in his class.
"Aa! You startled me," I snapped, grabbing my phone and notebook.
"The boss is waiting," said Arga.
"What is the planning?" I asked, walking briskly beside him.
"He wants to interview the member of the Council," said Arga.
"I almost forgot," I grumbled with press my phone screen.
I deftly sent a message to a named—Dilan. 'We'll be ready!'
I closed my phone again, then tucked it in my jeans pocket.
My co-workers are the friendliest to me, are already waiting in the meeting room.
Gilang, Rendi, and Anita. I took a seat next to them and started to open a small note.
Jebran looked at me without mercy and even a friendly face. I didn't even care about how arrogant he was.
Return to pay attention to the instructions as not to deviate from the interview path.
Fifteen minutes later, Arga prepared to support his big camera while looking at me to leave.
"Ready?" asked Arga.
"Come on!" take me.
"Wait for me!" continued Jebran—the young CEO approached us.
Without another word, the three of us started in his luxury car. I was about to enter the back seat, but Jebran grumbled, "Ahem!"
"Well, sir!" I said.
"Sitting in front!" his orders.
"All right," I said hesitantly.
'Why is he here?' In my heart, I said as if acting silly in front of the handsome man. 'Don't let me be fool by his handsome face!'
We drove fast to get to the Capitol building, where people will surely catch up more quickly.
It's true what I just imagined. All reporters gathered with all the equipment to interview the famous man.
I immediately prepared all my strength and courage to reveal him.
Jebran— the CEO who is never afraid, walks with all confidence.
His hand showed the business card he had prepared.
"We are from the TNC television station," said Jebran to one of the guards guarding the door. Without answering, the man invited us to enter. Indeed the brave man, he didn't even see who he was about to meet?
"We have an appointment with Mr. Reno," said Jebran.
A woman dressed neatly, tight, formal, with bright red lips with a veil wrapped around her neck. His chin lifted, his mouth opened, "Sorry, sir! We don't allow anyone to interview Mr. Reno, thank you."
With her pretentious demeanor, the woman's gaze dropped, and look down again.
Blame!
Jebran stomped his palm on the table, "Don't you know me? How dare you say that?!"
Jebran no longer played shy in front of the crowd. Suddenly the woman was stunned beyond play. They turned to look at Jebran, who was serious.
"Sorry, sir. Mr. Reno is not in the office!" said the woman.
Instantly Jebran's expression faded slowly when the woman's words were not to stab him. Mean to refuse but didn't say so.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Jebran rage.
"Ouch, sir! Stop it!" I grumbled while tugging at my own boss's arm.
"When he comes back, tell me I'm waiting for him!" asked Jebran with an annoyed face.
My body, which is not much different from Jebran's, dragged his steps out of the room. Everyone looked at us like guinea pigs.
A little embarrassed, I finally brushed it off with my head down. Shortly seen, Dilan ran towards us.
"Sorry I'm late!" said Dilan as he approached.
"Why not?" Dylan complained.
"The person isn't there," I said.
"Hey, let me go!" said Jebran threw my hand.
Suddenly I was stunned because he suddenly struggled. I was embarrassed because I still held the arm of the arrogant man.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir."
I looked down in shame.
"He must have other tactics," Jebran said to us.
His emotions immediately faded, which had been bubbling. Looking at the situation, it finally subsided slowly.
I was about to follow Jebran's steps with Arga that was still carrying his big camera. Go to the parking lot right in the yard. Dilan stopped in his tracks, frowning.
"Uncle Mehmed? Is that him?" mumbled Dylan.
I turned to Dilan was daydreaming with his index finger forward.
"Hey," I called.
"Oh," said Dilan approaching me.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"Nothing," concluded Dilan.
However, the thing that confused him the most was, seeing the figure of Emira's father sneaking through the crowd.
Dilan tried to look into the eyes, but what he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
"Where is he going?" thought Dylan confused.
My ears seemed to whisper to my mind. Then I tried to turn in the direction that Dilan saw. But what I got Dilan shouted at me loudly.
"Emir!!"
The body of my neck for a moment looked at him, "Why?"
"You still have work?" Dylan asked.
"Still, I have to get back to the office," I said.
"Then I'll excuse myself first," said Dilan.
"Whoa! Where are you going?" shouted Jebran towards Dilan was about to walk.
"Come with us!" invite Jebran warmly.
Dilan—The young police officer and my best friend innocently obeyed my boss's words. Still both young, but the age gap is different.
With a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe, a warm conversation took place.
I am and, Arga pays attention to all the chatter between the two of them.
Somehow? They will feel so familiar after getting to know him from me. I shook my head in surprise and disbelief.
Under the dim moon, Dilan seemed to open the gate to the house in front of him.
Suddenly Dilan slowly stopped the lock when he heard footsteps approaching him.
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Dilan turned his gaze while glaring at the almost familiar man. Mehmed went to his mother's birthplace—Emira.
"Uncle," said Dilan slowly.
"I'm going to pick up my daughter back," he said as he brought his ruthless colleagues. Five burly men approached Mehmed face to face with Dilan.
Dilan's face looked worried, confused, and no longer answered softly.
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