Future love? A figure I never imagined that he would actually confess his love to me. The figure of a man who came for something. Well, that's for sure! My life may feel confused in choosing between love or friends.
That time has passed, that time has passed. Now, I only looked at the person standing in front of me—Jebran.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Hmm," I nodded.
I looked at him with all his seriousness. If I choose a friend at that time, maybe I will never get love. In fact, this heart seems to answer itself.
He said, a woman can not be friends with a man. That's what usually counts, that's what everyone says.
I even challenged it, but I saw a friend who would need my help. On the other hand, I need him for information. Me, I have to exterminate the bugs that will destroy every flower that has just bloomed.
I'll be a pest sprayer in one fell swoop. I will attack my own father. My hands clenched slowly, I seemed to stare at this still serious atmosphere.
"Oh, I'll be there first," I said looking down at Jebran.
Jebran just stood still, with a look without any response. He watched, noticed a line of smiles from me, my movements, my steps, and the seriousness of my gaze at the camera screen that was ready to take my picture.
"Good morning today's news...."
I'm broadcasting live this time. This work is ingrained in me. I like it, I enjoy it too. In the future I will definitely always be busy with every case that I will reveal, and everything that can become my busy life later.
A career that may never be extinguished, I hold with all the promise and hope. The world is still the same as yesterday. It's not even different from the previous days.
Jebran turned around. However, a step made him focused forward and had to stop at a single point of cause.
"Jebran," a man said my father's age.
Jebran gaped without answering.
"To think you're more successful than me!" he praised.
"What are you here for?!" snapped Jebran.
The man approached Jebran with a frown. A handsome man who looked just like him.
"I miss you," said the man. The two men by his father's side retreated slowly and left the two to chat with each other.
"Come to the house," his father said.
Jebran turned his head with a cold expression, even colder when he looked at all his employees. A woman notices them greeting each other.
Anindira took her steps slowly.
However, on the other hand, Jebran did not offer his friendly nature to his father. Somehow? Jebran felt uncomfortable with the presence of a father.
Anindira stood beside Jebran bowing respectfully to Jebran's father.
"Oh, you're Anindira aren't you?" who is his father?
"Oh, good morning Mr. Carlos," Anindira said.
"How are you?" A father figure named Mr. Carlos.
"All right, sir. How about you?" Carlos asked back.
Jebran was annoyed with the meeting of the two of them. He lifted his chin up, as if he felt like boasting at that very moment.
"Anindira, please keep an eye on Jebran for me," asked Carlos.
"Oh, of course sir," Anindira said happily.
Jebran spontaneously looked at his father and then said, "Dad! I'm an adult, I don't need a maid to watch over me. And I don't need dad to be here!" The sting of sharp words wrapped the gift home for the father.
Jebran rushed away from both of them. Anindira's face showed a hint of annoyance. On the other hand, Carlos felt a little offended by Jebran's words.
"Hemm ... Jebran is like that. Sorry for the impoliteness," Carlos said.
Carlos left while looking down at Anindira who was frowning. Now, a line flexed behind Anindira's lips, annoyed, even sliced by Jebran's spicy words. "A maid? Huh! Haha," laughed Anindira.
With her arms crossed, Anindira stepped into the hallway. His eyes stared intently at a woman who was broadcasting the news this morning, it was me.
Anindira glared at me from outside the room.
***
Jebran walked so fast, entered the men's room. He vented his anger in front of the mirror.
"Aahhh!!" he shouted.
Blame!
His fist hit the wall next to the large mirror. His annoyance seemed to be eating away at him silently. So visible behind the emotional that was about to burst. With a splash of water he wiped his face in annoyance.
His eyes gleamed in the mirror.
Looks like he's not well.
A glimpse of the past flashed behind his mind.
"Mom, I'm leaving!" shrieked Jebran pulling a large suitcase in the mansion.
"Jebran, don't go kid!" prevent the mother from him.
His hand gripped Jebran's arm tightly so he wouldn't struggle violently at him. "Mother please! Don't go," his mother moaned.
Jebran turned to his mother. "Mother chooses father or me!"
Suddenly her mother's face fell silent, with an offer that could self-destruct. His mother's eyes looked sad without rain behind the eyelids.
"Mother, I have two choices for you," repeated Jebran.
His mother slowly loosened her grip on Jebran's arm. Suddenly Jebran was stunned by his mother's choice.
"Mother," Jebran whispered.
"I'm sorry mom," her mother said as she turned around.
Behind Jebran's gaze, his mother lamented the departure of her eldest son.
***
Jebran beat the mirror hard, even the wall repeatedly. A streak of blood was clearly visible on the back of Jebran's hand. His anger stabbed him deep inside. I don't know what feeling is that? Until he vented harshly and strongly.
"Aahhh!!" Jebran's scream boomed the toilet. Someone who was about to enter did not dare to step closer to him.
"What's with the boss?"
"Yeah, for some reason?" one man said along with another man.
Jebran turned sourly, "Don't look!" snapped Jebran.
He also moaned after hitting the wall and mirror hard. The rage that was bubbling up he had broken out in a rebellious manner.
Behind the room, someone ran from the toilet, probably out of fear.
***
I finished work today. I walked into the office of the kindest colleagues.
I approached Arga to see his work. I accidentally saw Jebran walking towards his room with a gloomy face.
I saw the bandage on his right hand. A bandage that wrapped neatly, my mind was blocked and became curious.
Without saying goodbye, I walked over to his room. My steps are so withered and slow as not to disturb the others.
In front of the door I seemed hesitant to knock, until his body seemed to be back and forth in front of the door of his room.
Crack!
The door was wide open.
I turned to walk.
"Aahh" I surprised him who was standing in front of me.
My eyes were right on his charming chin. I even saw the cleavage of the chin like superman.
"Je—Jebran," I stammered.
"What is it?" he asked.
I looked up to see his face.
"He he, I saw your injured hand," I said shyly. Of course I let out the dimples on my cheeks when I smiled.
Deg!
His face is close to mine. I closed my eyes as if something had happened to me. My heart will even explode when he will touch me later. What is wrong with him? Why did he have to do that at his doorstep?
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