BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 54 LOVE WITHOUT WORDS
EPS 54 LOVE WITHOUT WORDS
It was pretty cold. The sun only came up after a long time. It's not too bright either. Like there is a thin fog that envelops the air so that sunlight like difficulty penetrating it. His face became dim but enough to make the atmosphere warmer. It was a warm atmosphere that morning at the headquarters of Megapolitan Intercorp, on the 68th floor of the Subrata’s Tower office building, Central Jakarta.
There was a small party welcoming the arrival of the new employees who today started working. Five people are the result of a strict selection by the human resources team of Megapolitan Intercorp personnel led by Joni Kamandanu, while two people are new employees who are recommended directly Subrata. They were all placed in different divisions, except for Fitri Ray and two employees of Subrata's choice.
They are placed in the policy analysis section of the company, a small subah division but have a very important role in determining the direction of company policy. The division is headed by Fitri Ray and is under the direct control of President Director Desta Rahman. He did not know that the new division was indeed designed by Subrata, and the two recommended men were in charge of protecting his future son-in-law.
“To Fitri Ray's Mother Queena Aisha, please represent friends to symbolically receive the Employee Appointment Decree and the embedding of Pin Save Megapolitan,” said the host.
Fitri Ray then went forward accompanied by the gaze of all leaders and employees who were present at the place. Almost everyone praised the beauty of the hijab-wearing Chinese girl. His face looks authoritative and intelligent and full of confidence. No wonder he became the best graduate of the Master of Economics program, Beijing University, so he could complete his studies faster than others.
“Begging the President Director of Megapolitan Intercorp, Mr. Desta Rahman, to hand over the appointment SK symbolically,” continued the host.
Desta Rahman came forward with great authority. Despite his young age, but he was able to show excellent performance, so Subrata appointed him as the executor of the duties of President Director to replace Pramono temporarily. After handing over one large envelope, Desta greeted Fitri's soft hands warmly.
“Welcome to join our company, bu Fitri. May the presence of you all be able to restore the image and glory of Megapolitan City,” he said while staring at the dazzling black eye bead deeply.
Fitri Ray nodded his head with a smile.
“Thanks mr. Desta. Please guidance,” said Fitri low.
Everyone present at the place gave a loud applause. They all welcomed the arrival of new employees with pleasure, except those who feared their position was taken over by new employees. One of them is Anindya Respati, a beautiful woman, the personal secretary of the president director, who sees Fitri Ray with a jealous look.
“Rin, I really feel the gaze of Mr. Desta is so friendly to the officer bari huh?” whispered to Miss, another secretary friend.
Missed even laughing.
“Yeah, are you jealous anyway? From the first look in his eyes, Mr. Desta, it was so. Look cute and carefree.”
“Grabbing?” sahut Nindya did not understand.
“Iya, merry. Missed the affection. He is jona, charming singles,” said Miss again still with a soft laugh.
They laughed and stopped when Desta glanced at them with a slightly irritated face.
***
That night Fitri was still sitting in the office of Megapolitan City. He had just visited the place where the gas leak that caused the mudflow occurred. From the observation while the girl concluded that the mudflow was related to the error of the procedure in drilling activities. Or it could be, mudflows happen to occur along with drilling due to something unknown.
“This second possibility could be an act of sabotage by a third party, namely the enemies of papa Subrata who wants to destroy Megapolitan, his inner”.
Who deserves to be suspected? The first one is clearly Pramono. He was the first alleged perpetrator to play the most part if this act of sabotage really existed. But Pramono is not possible to work alone, because to carry out this kind of sabotage action requires coordination from several parties and considerable funds. Then who's the fund holder?
Fitri continued to think hard, until it did not feel like the day was approaching night. The full moon appears so beautifully to light up the earth. To give light to the way of the stray wanderers or the shepherds who blow their flutes in the midst of the vast and desolate savannah. And from behind the glass window, the girl enjoys the face of the moon which tonight looks bigger than any full moon before.
“I'll find out who is behind the Megapolitan City destruction attempt. I'm sure, Pramono is just a puppet that can be controlled with money. While the mastermind is still hiding behind a mask of modesty full of falsehood, his inner”.
Drrt..Drrt..Drrt..
Phone's vibrating. Fitri smiled as she glanced at the wall clock at a glance. At seven o'clock in the evening, time to eat while chatting with his lover Andika.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
Andika smiled looking at Fitri's face that looked exhausted.
“Have eaten Fit?”
Fitri took the lunchbox from inside her bag. Then open the lid and show it to her lover. Andika looked surprised.
“You ate pecel rice?”
Fitri nodded while laughing.
“Buy where. Is there a pecel seller in Beijing?”
Fitri covered her mouth with her right hand. Pecel baskets in Beijing? Of course not there, there is a vegetable salad. The shape? Pecel too, hehehe..
“Kok even laughs baby?”
“Funny to hear your words.”
Andika's face was very plain. He did not know that Fitri Ray had now returned to Indonesia and worked at his father's company Andika. But Fitri deliberately kept it a secret, because Subrata did not want Andika to know that her lover was in Megapolitan. Although a lump of longing so filled his love space.
“I made it myself because again kangen same house.”
Andika piqued her lips.
“Kangen same house? Don't miss me?”
“Of course kangen darling.I love you.”
“I love you, too. Have you eaten first, I'm cementing while reading the book.”
“Mas Andika does not eat?”
“Already. Today I fasted, and just ate after maghrib.”
Andika looked at her lover's face deeply.
“You're okay right?”
Fitri nodded her head.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Your face looks so tired. Don't be so late studying it. Rest enough.”
“Iya.”
It felt like Fitri was hugging the angel-hearted handsome young man. What power the hand does not reach. Only a taste of haru filled his heart. Andika was very attentive to him.
“Now eat a lot, after that rest.”
“Oke.”
Fitri took a spoon and started eating his pecel rice. He saw Andika's face on the screen of his cellphone which seemed to be seriously reading something. He wanted to ask but was arrested. Andika forbade him to speak while eating. And so love, so beautifully lived in silence.
Let the heart speak, for often love gives us what we ask for, even without words.