
Lady Zahirah looked so upset with her eldest son.
"Damar, Mama doesn't like it if you're close to your personal assistant. Looks like she's not a good girl, let alone she already has a fiancee."
Damar smiled sinisterly then looked at his mother's face intensely.
"Then ... according to Mama, what kind of good woman do you mean? Like Naira? Kimberly's? Or the woman of Mama's choice?" satirize with cynicism.
"The room!!" snapped mom.
"Have Mah, don't rule my life. In part I have the right to determine my own life and my own choice of woman" Damar said and ignored the upset face of the mother.
Again Lady Zahirah snorted annoyed not dumbfounded at the words of her son. Feeling free to argue with Damar, finally Madam Zahirah left the room with a feeling of arrogance.
Shortly after the mother died, Adrian entered the room and greeted Damar.
"Mr ..."
"Adrian" he said, hinting at Adrian sitting on the couch.
"What's up, Mister?"
"Rian, tomorrow we're going to Osaka."
"What!!'' Isn't it too sudden, sir?" shocked Adrian.
"No. We'll take the earliest flight tomorrow morning. So, I hope tonight you prepare all our needs," Damar ordered with a faint smile.
"Okay, sir," said Adrian. "Is there anything you need, sir?"
"No. It's just that I want you to drive me to my collection of race cars and motorcycles. I haven't seen them in a long time" he ordered.
Given the car and the motor, at once the soul of racing wildly. Want to feel he drove and drove the two vehicles at the same time alternately.
"Good sir." Adrian helped Damar push his wheelchair out of the room.
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Angga Office ...
"Tumben Quin didn't tell me," Angga muttered as he played the pen in his hand.
"Aaakhhh .. shit!!! If only you'd said so, I wouldn't have had an affair with Kinara. Why do you often reject me?!!" pissed Angga.
He got out of his chair and faced the glass window.
"Darling, a week for me is like a year without you. Why don't you tell me if you all want to vacation in KL," he hissed and burned his cigarette.
Angga returned pensively while sipping his cigarette. The shadow of Quin and Damar's closeness again made him depressed.
Not long after, his shoulders were patted by someone. He also looked.
"Sister," he shrieked and then blew his cigarette smoke.
"What's wrong? You seem to be thinking about something again. What's that about Quin?" search Altaf.
"Hmm," he nodded.
The room was silent for a moment and Altaf stared intensely at the sister's face.
"Are you not hiding something?" search Altaf again.
Angga. "What-What brother do you mean?" ask him with a stitch.
"I noticed the last year, your relationship doesn't seem to be okay. Moreover, your marriage that should take place this month must be postponed next year" said Altaf.
Angga shook his head and went back to sipping his cigarette deeply.
"Why are you silent? Remember Angga, Quin is a loyal, polite and gentle girl. Never hurt her heart let alone betray her. Since a woman like Quin is once hurt, there will be no second chance" Altaf recalled with a cynical smile.
Angga glanced back at his older brother who was standing right beside him.
Angga was inward and seemed nervous to hear the words of the older brother who indirectly insinuated it subtly.
"Me and Quin are fine, brother. Quin postponed our marriage, because he wasn't ready yet" Angga explained a little nervously.
"Then ... last night why did he come home without saying goodbye to you? Did you do anything to her?" altaf asked in full search without looking at his sister.
"A-a-I ..." Her speech was interrupted.
"I was expecting it" Altaf cut off quickly and smiled sinisterly and looked at his sister and patted her on the shoulder.
"Female, don't equate Quin like the female protagonist in the novel. He's not stupid" Altaf said cynically.
Along with the end of the sentence, the door of his office was opened without knocking.
Again Altaf smiled cynically looking at Angga and the woman alternately, which was none other than Kinara with clothes that were like a lack of materials.
"If Quin knew this. I'm sure your relationship will end this very second" Altaf whispered then passed away leaving the room and paused right in front of Kinara.
"Please leave this room. What is your business with my sister? Do you want to show her your body?" taunted Altaf cynically then continued his steps.
Pitched speech mocking Altaf, making Kinara stunned as well as embarrassed. He clenched his hands together and left the room with a feeling of arrogance.
After the death of Altaf and Kinara, Angga bowed lethargic. Reviewing the words of the brother.
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QA Boutique ...
Mrs Zahirah appeared to be in the boutique.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," greeted Al kindly and then commented with a smile.
"Sore too. Are my clothes finished?" ask Mrs Zahirah.
"Yes Madam," replied Al then took the paper bag that he had prepared. "This is your clothes and Mrs, Madam," continued Al and handed the paper bag to Mrs Zahirah.
"Thank you yes. Oh yes, I want to meet the owner of this boutique in person. Is he here?"
"Sorry Madam. But the owner of this boutique is in KL," lied Al.
"Oh yes," said Mrs Zahirah a little disappointed. Somehow the reaction if you know the owner of the boutique is Quin.
"But if you want to meet her, just next week, Madam," Al advises.
Madam Zahirah just nodded. After that, he paid for the clothes and left the boutique.
"I have long entrusted the design of clothes in this boutique, but I have never met the owner and designer directly," muttered Mrs Zahirah then asked the driver to continue the journey.
Leaving Madam Zahirah who is still curious about the figure of the owner in her subscription boutique, is different with the son.
Currently, Damar and Adrian are in the parking area of cars and motorcycles owned by Damar.
"Guys .. I really miss riding you guys. Wait for me to fully recover we will venture again and become a challenger," he muttered as he stroked one of his cross motorbikes and then onto his car.
"Quin .. I'll take you to try something new" he said, picturing the face of the Japanese girl.
While Adrian can only shake his head to pay attention to the CEO who seemed to keep smiling while stroking his racing vehicle collection.
Not long after that the cell phone vibrated again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
Again his smile grew more perfect. How not, Quin again sent him a message along with a photo of being among the cherry blossom trees with his bangs.
️ : Mr. Brewok, beautiful and pretty, right? As beautiful as myself 😝🤭. Sorry I teased you 😅🤭🙏.
Once again Damar smiled feeling anxious. "Just look at you. I won't let you off, even if you are Angga's fiancee" he hissed with a smile while stroking
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