101 Days To Be Your Partner
Chapter 37

The next day ....

"Ssthtt .. aakhh ..." Angga grimaced while massaging his forehead. Slowly he opened his eyes.

He observed a room that was no stranger to him. Soon the mother approached him and stared at him.

"Well," he then changed his position to sit down and bowed.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you being like this?" ask mama.

Angga flinched and remained lowered. The one on his mind right now was Quin. And how he returned his trust to Quin.

"Hand .. It's noon" my mother ordered and left him alone.

"It's noon?" he stared at the wall clock in his room. "Hour 12.40. Sh*it!!!" then he immediately moved and headed to the bathroom.

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QA Boutique ...

Since morning, Al seemed agitated because Quin's phone since last night could not be contacted. Even until this afternoon the number is still out of reach.

"Come ... Quin," his his fidgeted and continued to ponder back and forth in the boutique gallery and occasionally looked towards the parking lot.

While Damar who just arrived, hoping if Quin is currently in his boutique. While carrying a food bag paper, he approached the work table on the first floor.

"So quiet," he murmured. "Where are they?"

"The room!" call Al with a worried face.

"Al, tumben deserted?"

"Jihan and Gisha are out for lunch."

"Are they with Quin?"

"That's the question, Damar," he answered.

Damar frowned and looked confused looking at Quin's best friend.

"Damar, since last night Quin's cell phone can not be contacted even until this second. Since morning, she had not appeared in this boutique either. It's not like he's usually like this" explained Al. "Usually if he's going to travel or has to meet a client suddenly outside the city, he's definitely in the news, but this isn't at all. I'm afraid he's okay."

Damar was very surprised to hear Al's expression. Just yesterday before Maghrib, the girl said goodbye to Angga's apartment.

Did Angga do something to him or not?

Damar was second-guessing in his heart and seemed to think. He looked back at Al.

"Al, do you know where Quin used to go?" ask Damar.

"The most often he goes to the city park, but even then only in the afternoon," replied Al.

"Other than the city park?"

Al just shook his head because he didn't know. Both of them looked silent and equally dissolved with their respective thoughts.

The only one who knew of Quin's whereabouts was Angga. Because the last place Quin came to was his apartment.

Leaving Damar and Al worried about Quin.

Though the person they were worried about seemed to still fall asleep in his soft bed.

"Eeeeughh .." he looked up and slowly opened his eyes. "Lord ... What time is it?" his his hiss then stretched his body facing the ceiling of the room.

He sighed violently and sat himself down. Recalling the events of yesterday, instantly disgusted him.

"Based on the curse couple," he growled and soon moved from his bed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later ...

"I feel like I want to calm down like this, without anyone bothering me. Two months from now my contract will be completed with Damar" he murmured. "After that I want to take a vacation to some country to entertain myself."

"I don't think I want to set foot in my papa's house anymore. What a difference does he have with Angga, both of them are equally jerks!" mean it.

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Damar Office ...

"Adrian, try to find out which locations Quin used to go to," he ordered "I'm afraid he's doing anything.

"Okay, sir," said Adrian, leaving the room.

After Adrian died, Damar again looked pensive thinking about the girl.

"Quin .. Where are you? Why can't your phone be contacted at all" he hissed and stared at the watch on his wrist. "It's almost 16:00."

Back again to Angga who is now sitting in the living room with his mother.

"Female, explain to mama, why you got drunk like that last night. Even you keep whining around Quin's name," mother said.

"Mah ... I .. I ..." he seemed unable to continue his sentence and looked down on his face.

"Why, let's explain to mama," urged mama without turning the slightest look at her youngest son.

"I'm .. I'm afraid that Quin really won't forgive me and actually completely annulled our marriage" she said.

"If that happens, there's a reason. Mama suspects that you have done something that provoked her anger" said mama.

Angga was silent for a moment. "Well, please help me so that Quin will give me one last chance to mend our relationship" Angga said.

"But why, Ngga? What have you done?" my mother felt a little angry at him.

"Quin caught me and Kinar ..." His speech was stifled when the voice of baritone Altaf greeted his eardrum.

"I expected it." Altaf walked up to him and grabbed his sister's shirt.

"Did he catch you guys having sex, hmm?" guess Altaf.

Just contact the words spoken without permission from the mouth of Altaf makes Angga shocked so much with his mother. After that Altaf pushed him.

Mama's eyes instantly reddened and stared intently at him even implying her disappointment to Angga.

Without warning, my mother immediately slapped a pretty hard slap on her face.

"Mama's really disappointed in you Angga. If the problem is like this, mama can't even help you," she said and left.

After his mother died, Altaf came back to him. "From the very beginning of seeing you close to Kinara, I've been suspicious of both of you've been moving around" Altaf said.

"Why? Why would you do this to Quin? I did, I told you before. A girl like Quin, if she gets hurt once she won't give her a second chance. Especially if my guess is correct" Altaf continued.

"Where do you know if Quin caught me and Kinar having sex?" ask him while bowing.

Instead of answering, Altaf smiled cynically at his sister and instead asked her back.

"So I'm right, if Quin did catch you two. I became suspicious .. lest Quin be absent from your birthday a month ago because of the same thing" Altaf said.

"If it's true, it means that Quin has caught both of you a lot, but he just keeps quiet and lets go. Until finally he was completely fed up he finally gave up."

Again Angga can only be silent to hear the words of satire from the brother.

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