In the apartment, Suga was still thinking about Ratih's good attitude towards him with a feeling of wonder. Even though Ratih hated him a few moments ago, Ratih still wanted to help him. Even Ratih immediately brought him to go home. And now, Ratih seems busy in the kitchen serving something even he doesn't know.
A few seconds later, Ratih finally appeared again after leaving the luxurious kitchen belonging to her boss. She carried a tray containing an antique teapot and an empty cup. Suga then looked the other way because he didn't want Ratih to misunderstand, let alone think he was paying attention.
"I think a cup of tea can make you feel calm," said Ratih while placing the tray on the table. Then, she served tea from the teapot into a cup for him to give to Suga.
"What do you want?" Suga asked that question. "Why are you helping people you hate? Is this your attempt to get me to release you and return you to your former position? Do you know that plan won't work, Ratih? So, never expect anything!"
Ratih snorted in annoyance and also cursed secretly. How could any human have such narrow thoughts? Instead of thanking him, the cold man accused Ratih of something that Ratih had never even thought of.
"Tell me, what do you want, Ratih?" Suga still wanted to keep his attitude the same. He started looking at Ratih, who was still standing. "Don't pretend."
"What's wrong with this CEO?! Do I look that petty? It's you who is so petty right now! You bastard!" said Ratih as she decided to sit on another sofa.
Suga frowned.
"My goal is to give a helping hand, and the rest is because of work, especially when I remember that Mr Suga is very sensitive about that face. How could I be silent and laugh at you from behind?" Ratih took a deep breath. "Mr Sugantara may have a bitchy nature that cannot be contested, but at least try to think positively, Sir. After all, you tremble when you see your glasses cracked. I suspect that there must be a strong reason why you were trembling like that."
Suga was amazed but still kept as calm as he could. He wanted to think Ratih was lying, but Ratih didn't show any signs of lying.
"One more thing, Mr Suga, try to be open with other people. Nurma invited you because she saw that you looked lonely. In this world, it is not Mr Suga himself who lives. Why insist on always being alone and being so arrogant? If you have a problem, talk to the right person. If Mr Sugantara is always like that, your name will fall, and you will end up living alone for the rest of your life," stated Ratih.
Suga's heart sank. He swallowed his saliva, and secretly he was enough to justify Ratih's words. Unfortunately, he had already become a cruel monster. Suga knows that the world and kind-hearted humans will not accept him. If fate goes according to Ratih's words, Suga will live alone forever, except with his dark gang, who could have died of something that might happen or even at his own hands.
Suga began to soften his heart and gradually reached for the cup of tea served by Ratih. Light smoke is still billowing. When he sips one sip, the drink creates incomparable pleasure. Out of nowhere, Ratih got the tea. Previously, Ratih had asked Suga's car to stop for a moment.
Daydreams adorn the beautiful face of Ratih Kembang. She didn't think about anything special and just wanted to be quiet without disturbing her boss. Even when Suga narrowed his eyes at her, she still didn't care.
Ratih just stood up from her seat a few moments later. She then looked at Suga. "I think I should go home, Mr," she said.
"Why? It's not that you stay at home alone, in other words no one will be waiting for you and scold you if you come home at night," said Suga.
Ratih frowned. "How did Mr Suga know that I live alone?"
For a moment, Suga was silent. He had been rushed. The reason is, Ratih has never told Suga about her family condition.
But it's not Suga's name if he runs out of wits. A good memory and a genius brain allowed Suga to detect Ratih's important piece of paper.
Then, Suga said, "You forgot who I am?"
Ratih made a frown on her forehead again. "You are the honourable Mr Sugantara!" she answered firmly.
"You also know very well how genius I am, right?"
Lazily, Ratih replied, "Of course."
"On your family document, only your name is listed, Ratih. Already prove if you are an orphan."
Ratih's chest was congested. What Suga said was true. It's just Ratih just remembered an old incident. Even though she lives with Kani, her aunt, her name is not recorded as a family member. As a result, Ratih had to make the documents herself to stay in school and apply for jobs.
Ratih's face, which turned sad, still made Suga feel no pity. He just smiled mercilessly. The woman's slump was very satisfying. For some reason, Suga always wants to tease. As if Suga wanted to witness how strong Ratih Kembang Gayatri was, regardless of the martial arts that woman had.
"So, I was right again, Ratih?" Suga chirps, questioning something that doesn't even need to be proven.
Ratih swallowed saliva. "That's right," she answered with a sharp exhale. "Okay, then I want to go home."
"Hey!" exclaimed Suga before Ratih took a step away.
Ratih took a deep breath. She turned back to Suga with a lazy movement. "Why else, Mr Suga?"
Suga cleared his throat, intending to dispel much doubt. "Alone?"
"Yes, does the honorable Mr. Suga want to accompany me?"
"No, I'm lazy."
"Huh! Then why ask?!"
"Don't raise your voice at me, Ratih!"
"It's outside of office hours, so it seems fine."
"You're getting more and more impudent, aren't you?!"
"Ah! Never mind, anyway I say goodbye to go home, Sir!" Ratih turned around again.
"Wait!" Suga again held Ratih back with his call when the woman had only taken one step forward. "I will accompany you..."
Ratih's eyes suddenly widened. When she was about to look at her boss, the nape of her neck stiffened. Suga's sudden words made Ratih feel unexpectedly. Suga can't be that good.
But Ratih can try, especially if it will benefit her. After only a few seconds of being stunned, Ratih began to shed the tension and shock. And then, she sees Suga with a look still in disbelief.
"I'm really going to take you home, Ratih Kembang. I myself ...."
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