When she was about to leave the company, Ratih's footsteps stopped because a group of people bumped into her. At first, she wanted to get angry and shout at them, but Suga's figure was actually among the crowd. There was nothing Ratih could do except snort silently. No, she was not afraid, but she better not embarrass herself.
"Tsk, damn...!" Ratih growled.
Suga suddenly stopped walking while the six people escorting him continued their footsteps. The six people are members of the board of directors and other shareholders in Daichi Lesmana's company.
"W-why is he?" Ratih muttered in surprise; her eyes were looked at Suga.
A few seconds later, Suga looked to the right and left elegantly. After confirming something that Ratih didn't know, the man turned around half a circle. Suga glanced at Ratih with a sharp gaze, and he deliberately lowered his thick glasses so that his eagle eyes would more, making Ratih afraid.
"What are you doing, Mr. Geeky?" Ratih mumbled. She felt even more confused. Even so, Suga's gaze managed to make her dumbfounded.
Through the mumbled movement of his lips, Suga muttered to Ratih. "Stupid...!" After that, he raised his middle finger at the beautiful woman.
Ratih's two eyes reflex opened wide and her jaw gaping because she didn't expect it. "Geeky!" she exclaimed.
As a result of the loud call, several employees then looked at Ratih. And, of course, their eyes made Ratih look down in shame. He was confused that second too. From the same place, Suga smiled cynically. Shortly after that, Suga continued his steps again to leave while Ratih was still in a state who embarrassment.
"Ah… shiiit!" Ratih cursed, annoyed, and she took a deep breath, then cleared her throat. "Fyuuh… elegant, Ratih, elegant! Don't lose to Geeky. Remember, you already hold one of her secrets!"
Shortly after scanning the id-card to go home, Ratih started walking with a good attitude, like a model on the catwalk. Several other employees who had previously looked at Ratih only shuddered and still looked at Ratih sarcastically.
Throughout the walk, Ratih continued to swear at the figure of Suga that appeared in her mind. It's true what people say, dealing with rich people is not something good. After five years of working in this Daichi's company, today is the end of her peace working in this company.
"Hey, Kembang!" Someone called out to Ratih when the woman arrived outside the company building gate.
"Gatra?" Ratih smiled sweetly, then approached the man named Gatra Ganendra.
A white car plastered beside Gatra. Yes, the car is his. His position in other companies is almost similar to Ratih's. However, Gatra is luckier and more competent in managing finances, unlike Ratih, who is so extravagant. Especially Ratih still has to bear the living expenses of her annoying aunt. Because of that, Ratih still has difficulty saving. Luckily, She already has a simple one-story house.
Ratih folded her arms forward in an arrogant manner. "You pick me up?" she asked Gatra.
Gatra scratched his neck. "Beside me, indeed, who will be picked you up? Nothing! Anyway, I was passing by. It wouldn't hurt if I gave you a ride, would it?" he answered, looking for an excuse.
Ratih hissed with suspicious, narrowed eyes. It's been so many years, but he doesn't dare to confess his love for me, thought that woman to Gatra's figure. Even though she also likes the man, that doesn't necessarily make Ratih ask Gatra out. Moreover, when Ratih is a typical woman with high self-esteem. It is an impossibility for her to do it.
"Ah!" Gatra waved his hand in front of Ratih's face. "Come on, ride or not? If not, I'll pick up another girl."
Ratih sneered. While heading to the passenger chair of the car, she asked, "Since when do girls want to be with you?"
"A lot, Ratih," said Gatra while entering his car.
"Ah, ... I not believe! Until now, the proof you are still single!"
"Tsk, you can't believe me? They are not my type, and again... if I had a girl, who would you be friends with? So, I decided to stay single!"
"I have many friends, why should I depend on your singleness?"
"Nurma? She has a boyfriend!"
"I-I'm there too."
"Really?"
"Y-yes, I have a future boyfriend!"
"Tsk, it looks like the bullshit, Ratih. You look like a thug. Your future boyfriend will be afraid of you. The only thing you want is me...."
Ratih was amazed. "Me...?"
Gatra swallowed his saliva. He almost let slip his feelings in revealing an ugly situation. "No! Forget it."
"Hais ... shiiit!" Ratih cursed.
"Hey! Street thugs!" Hearing that curse, Gatra then rubbed Ratih's face a little rough.
"What is it?! It's not clear to you! Come on, drive the car."
"Mm, okay."
Just saying I love you; you can't, Gatra. Watch out if I already belong to someone else. You will regret it, Gatra! Said Ratih in her heart.
Without thinking further, Gatra immediately drove his car. The silence was created, and awkwardness also hit the togetherness of the two persons. The roar of the car is like a piece of introductory music and a friend against fatigue.
Gatra and Ratih have been together for four years. Not that they are related or related, but they are neighbors in the same housing complex. One year into the initial introduction, they were just friends. But that friendship has been tarnished by a special feeling for each other in the last three years. Unfortunately, Ratih and Gatra have an ego so high that no feelings are conveyed clearly for up to three years.
"It's not only her who looks stupid, and her boyfriend is the same," mumbled Suga from the other side of the gate of his company building. His two sharp eyes still observed the speed of the car that was riding by a man and Ratih.
After the car disappeared from his sight, Suga sighed. With his relaxed demeanor, he hurried over. Walking to the car park area is his sole plan at the moment.
Meanwhile, Suga's mind still imaged his fight with Ratih this afternoon. Even though he was calm, he was still worried that the woman would cause gossip among the people. Suga couldn't let that happen because he did not want to reveal his true identity. And if the story about his real face spreads, maybe, Suga's dark identity also will be known to many people.
"Ratih Kembang ... I have to oversee you for 24 hours," mumbled Suga while straightening his eyes ahead when he arrived at the private parking area. She took off her glasses and brushed her bangs back. "If necessary, I can torture you to keep your mouth shut," he continued with a sinister smile.
Not long after, Suga moved to open the doors of his world-class branded car. Without glasses, he looks like a famous Hollywood actor. His charisma is undoubtedly extraordinary, even though, at this time, he is only wearing a white shirt.
While driving his car, Suga pressed the buttons of his cell phone attached to the vehicle's dashboard. He called one of his men with a number that he didn't even know whose name the person was.
"Halo, Mr. Dewa," someone answered from afar. According to the organization's rules, he called Suga's last name; Dewa.
"Who's this?" asked Suga.
"Number 245, Mr. Dewa, is there anything I can do?"
"Um... looking for info about Ratih Kembang Gayatri, general manager of the company Daichi Electronics. With id number 50075061, height around 161 centimeters, body weight no more than 50 kilograms face ... not bad, yes, not bad."
"Whoa! Mr. Dewa is truly a genius."
"Find his place of residence, her family members, her friends, even her boyfriend."
"Bu-but doesn't that company belong to Mr. Dewa himself? Why should I find her?"
"Want me to cut your tongue?"
"N-no, Mr. Dewa!"
"Do what I tell you, don't ask too many questions, and quickly let me know. Don't create useless troubles!"
"F-fine, Mr. Dewa!"
Suga then ended the call. His eyes returned to focusing on the road, even though he increased the speed of his vehicle.
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